Looking at the figure staggering towards the battlefield, Xiong Hanzi, who had always been careless, was squatting on the ground with a little depressed look.

Inner struggle.

At this moment, he felt like a useless waste.

He thought he would always stand in front of his companions.

At least until he dies, the people behind him will not be harmed.

The powerless one is.

He could stop Mo Ling, but he didn't dare.

Mo Ling is very important and a trustworthy partner.

But Lin An is more important.

Just like what Colonel Chu said.

Anyone can die, but Lin An cannot.

He is not afraid of death, and he can even be said to die calmly. Anyway, his life was recovered. When Lin An needed him to sacrifice, he would not even hesitate.

He just couldn't accept Mo Ling, who was like his sister, embarking on this path.

He thought he would never experience this feeling of powerlessness again in his life.

The fists clenched.

The letter paper exchanged at a high price was thrown at your feet like waste paper.

It was written with his crooked words and Chu An's last reply.

Maybe it was because he was worried about his impulse, maybe it was because he was symbolically understanding.

When Mo Ling left, he "wrote letters" to Chu An again and again, wanting to ask clearly the answer he could actually think of.

"Only Mo Ling can enter."

"If you drag it down, more Lin An on the timeline will be split."

"Once the split Lin An's time period exceeds the time period when he has problems, Lin An will never come back."

Although he didn't understand the meaning of Colonel Chu, Zhang Tie also realized that the problems Lin An faced were more serious than he thought.

This is how the doomsday is. No one knows what will happen in the next second.

Chu An seemed to be dull and didn't take it seriously, but in essence it was like a machine. No matter how serious the problem was, it would not cause any emotional reaction to him.

He stood up slowly, and Zhang Tie looked at Mo Ling who was knocked to the ground again and again by the shock wave.

The small figure was like a sailboat in a storm, as if it would be broken in the next second.

The nearest Lin An is still a hundred meters away and half a kilometer away from the core battlefield.

But for Mo Ling alone, every step he takes is already hard to do.

If you want to go in and find Lin An, maybe there is only one way,

That's death.

As the distance narrowed, Mo Ling looked silently at the corpse that kept falling from the air, and an indescribable feeling echoed in his heart.

She couldn't tell which one was Lin An, and she didn't know what to do.

Chu An just told her that she could just go in.

Then what?

Was he killed by Lin An? Become a deceased monarch?

What does it feel to die?

Will you really die?

Would it be ugly to become a deceased monarch?

A little dazed.

The pace became more and more difficult, and a Cain blade that escaped from her hand in a violent collision cut off half of her arm.

The speed is too fast.

If Lin An's army not far away hadn't "cared" about her, she would have died long ago and could not have died again.

The blood flowing out of the broken arm continuously takes away vitality.

The originally pale little face was like paper under excessive blood loss.

If it weren't for the special nature of the necrotic body, I might even die of excessive blood loss, right?

Without caring about his wounds, Xiao Mo Ling bent over and approached the center as if she was resistant to the strong wind.

Drops of red blood dripped from the broken arm, forming a long, crooked line.

It hurts so much

Somewhat aggrieved.

The gravel brought about by the aftermath of the battle kept brushing her body like a cannonball.

The pressure of the rounds almost made her breathless.

If she had not been able to summon the supernatural body and rely on the dark blue undead to resist some attacks for herself, she even suspected that she could not even get close.

The summoned undead spirit was like a human shield, helping her to resist most of the overflowing aftermath.

At this distance, Mo Ling could already see the human insects below the battlefield.

Most of the previously tricky and almost immortal human insects have been eliminated.

Not really destroyed.

But the splitting speed can no longer keep up with the disappearing speed.

In the deep pit dozens of meters, intermittent roars sounded miserably.

"Hungry"

"Hungry"

These insects are often destroyed by Lin Anqun above, leaving only the lowest-level human insects to split out new insects again.

Breathing is difficult.

Seeing the psychic explosions that kept exploding in front of him not far away, Xiao Mo Ling reluctantly raised her head, and the familiar figures were constantly distinguished in her dark eyes.

At this distance, she could no longer bear it.

Just as a huge rock pressed on her body, the layers of superimposed fields made her bones squeak.

The summoned necromancer also has a faint tendency to dissipate.

Which one is the real Lin An?

Try to distinguish.

The high-speed moving red dots leave a afterimage on the retina.

Mo Ling struggled to find traces suspected to be Lin An's original body.

Not a white monster, not the one wearing a mask

Too many.

Each Lin An has the same face, and even his aura is very different.

After a moment, Mo Ling found in despair that he could not find where Lin An was.

As guessed, Lin An's body in Chu An's mouth was probably mixed with the unified form of himself.

Same attack method, same means, same appearance.

"Lin An!"

Take a deep breath.

Mo Ling gritted her teeth and tried to make a sound.

Her voice was quickly covered up in the deafening sonic boom.

Is it okay to awaken Lin An?!

Tension, uneasy.

She wasn't sure if Lin An could hear her voice, or recognize her

Just, the next second.

Time seems to be quiet.

Hundreds of eyes suddenly projected on her.

It was as if the battle had stopped. Lin An, who was originally fighting each other, suddenly turned his head and stared at her expressionlessly.
To be continued...