Looking at the figure staggering towards the battlefield, Xiong Hanzi, who had always been carefree, actually squatted on the ground with some dejection.
Inner struggle.
At this moment, he felt like a useless waste.
He thought he would always stand in front of his companions.
At least before he dies, the people behind him will not be harmed.
What is powerless 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 not Lin An.
He was not afraid of death, and could even be said to die calmly. His life was saved anyway. When Lin An needed him to sacrifice, he would not even hesitate.
He just couldn't accept that Mo Ling, who was just like his sister, took this path.
He thought he would never experience this feeling of powerlessness again in his life.
The fists clenched.
The piece of letter paper that was exchanged for a high price was now thrown at my feet like waste paper.
It was filled with his crooked characters and Chu An's last reply.
Maybe it's because I'm worried about his impulsiveness, maybe it's symbolic to make him understand.
When Mo Ling left, he "wrote" letters to Chu An again and again, trying to find out what answers he could actually think of.
"Only Mo Ling can enter."
"If this is delayed any longer, more Lin An in the timeline will be split."
"Once the time period of the split Lin An exceeds the time period when he had problems, Lin An will never come back."
Although he didn't quite understand what Colonel Chu meant, Zhang Tie also realized that the problem Lin An faced was more serious than he imagined.
The end of the world is like this, no one knows what will happen next second.
Chu An seems to be calm and doesn't take things seriously, but in fact he is like a machine. No matter how serious the problem is, he will not cause any emotional reaction.
Slowly standing up, Zhang Tie looked in a daze at Mo Ling, who was knocked to the ground again and again by the shock waves.
That small figure was like a sailboat in the storm, as if it would be broken into pieces in the next second.
It is still a hundred meters away from the nearest Lin'an and half a kilometer away from the core battlefield.
But just this distance alone, for Mo Ling, every step is as difficult as a natural chasm.
If you want to go in and find Lin An, there may be only one way,
That is death.
As the distance got closer, Mo Ling silently looked at the bodies falling from the air, an indescribable feeling echoing in his soul.
She couldn't tell which one was Lin An, and didn't know what to do.
Chu An just told her to go in.
Then what?
Was he killed by Lin An? Was he turned into an undead monarch?
What does it feel like to die?
Will I really die?
Would it be ugly to become the Undead Lord?
Somewhat dazed.
The pace became more and more difficult, and a Cain's Blade escaped during the violent collision, cutting off half of her arm.
The speed is too fast.
If Lin An's army not far away didn't "care" about her, she would have died long ago.
The blood flowing out of the broken arm continued to take away the vitality.
The originally pale face looked like paper due to excessive blood loss.
If it weren't for the special characteristics of the undead body, he might have died of excessive blood loss, right?
Not paying attention to his wounds, Little Mo Ling bent over and moved towards the center as if resisting the strong wind.
Drops of bright red blood dripped from the broken arm, forming a long and crooked line.
It hurts so much
Somewhat aggrieved.
The rubble brought up by the aftermath of the battle kept grazing her body like cannonballs.
The waves of pressure coming together almost made her breathless.
If she hadn't been able to summon a supernatural being and rely on the blue undead to defend herself from some attacks, she even doubted that she would be able to even get close.
The summoned dead spirit was like a human shield, helping her to withstand most of the spilled aftermath.
At this distance, Mo Ling could already see the human bugs below the battlefield.
Most of the originally thorny and almost immortal human bugs have been wiped out.
Not eliminated in the true sense.
But the speed of division can no longer keep up with the speed of disappearance.
In the pit tens of meters deep, intermittent roars sounded pitifully.
"Hungry"
"Hungry"
These bugs often speak less than halfway before they are destroyed by the Lin An group above, leaving only the human bugs at the bottom to split into new bugs again.
Breathing hard.
Seeing the psychic explosions exploding in front of her not far away, Little Mo Ling reluctantly raised her head, her dark eyes constantly distinguishing familiar figures.
At this distance, she couldn't bear it anymore.
It was like a huge boulder weighing down on her body, the layers of realms weighing on her made her bones creak.
The summoned undead bodies also have a faint tendency to dissipate.
Which one is the real Lin An?
Be very discerning.
The high-speed moving red dots left afterimages on the retina.
Mo Ling struggled to find traces of Lin An's true identity.
Not the white monster, not the one with the mask
There are too many.
Every Lin An has the same face, and even their breaths are completely different.
After a while, Mo Ling realized in despair that he could not find Lin An at all.
Guessing, Lin An's true form in Chu An's mouth is probably mixed with his unified form.
The same attack method, the same means, the same appearance.
"Lin An!"
Take a deep breath.
Mo Ling gritted his teeth and tried to make a sound.
Her voice was quickly covered up in the deafening sonic boom.
Wake up Lin An, can you wake up Lin An?!
Nervous, uneasy.
She wasn't sure if Lin An could hear her voice or recognize her.
Just, the next second.
Time seemed to quiet down.
Hundreds of eyes suddenly fell on her.
As if the fighting stopped, Lin An, who was fighting with each other, suddenly turned his head and stared at her expressionlessly.
The atmosphere throughout the whole process suddenly condensed.
His expression froze.
Before Mo Ling could speak again.
In imagination, maybe Lin An reacted after hearing his voice, and maybe he could find the real Lin An among the many Lin Ans.
But imagination is still imagination.
The nearest one, Lin An, whose head was almost split in half, suddenly flashed a white light in his eyes.
Flip your wrist.
A bloody sword shadow instantly struck her head.
The violent sword breath revealed cold murderous intent.
"laugh!"
Nearly 100 meters across.
Cut it out with one sword.
There is no such thing as being aroused and recognized, there is no stimulation.
Her appearance seemed to have no meaning.
The head was cut open.
A faint line of blood silently appeared on Little Mo Ling's forehead.
The unfinished words stopped in his mouth.
"I am"
"Mo Ling"
Lin An turned around indifferently as he slashed out the sword.
"Crack."
The little body slowly fell to the ground.
"Mo Ling!?!!"
At the edge of the battlefield, Zhang Tie stared blankly at the black dot representing Mo Ling and fell to the ground.
My hands and feet were cold, as if a bucket of cold water had been poured on my head.
He had thought about this scene, but when it actually happened, the huge impact made him feel unreal.
Mo Ling died like this!?
There was no time to react, and my whole body was trembling.
The next second.
The sky, reddened by the firelight, suddenly dimmed.
Darkness has fallen.
I saw darkness like a shadow quickly filling the air from high in the sky, and then the scene froze, and the figure that was constantly fighting in the sky was also frozen.