Chen Xing stared at Wu Meng fiercely. The blood-red demonic energy gathered sharply in his chest, and a tumor grew out of his chest again, and a mantis knife shot out and stabbed into Wu Meng's chest.
The tip of the mantis knife pierced the flesh and blood, creating several purple pipes that sucked Wu Meng's blood into Chen Xing's body and repaired his skin burned by the fire.
Wu Meng's eyes widened as he felt that his physical and spiritual energy were passing away crazily, and his grip on Chen Xing's arm gradually relaxed.
In the distance between the lightning and stone fire, Mu Xueru quickly swung a sword light in an attempt to cut off the mantis knife that pierced Wu Meng's chest.
Chen Xing, who had expected it, used his arm force to pull Wu Meng inward. Instead of cutting off the mantis sword, the sharp sword light left a sword mark on Wu Meng's back.
"Ahem... I still consumed too much spiritual power before, and I have no energy left."
Wu Meng's face turned pale and his heart gradually sank. The previous battle with the Cangxiao Wolf King consumed too much energy from the two of them, and even a period of rest could only make up for part of it.
"However, even if I am dead, I still need someone to support me."
Wu Meng, who understood that the situation was dangerous, did not choose to pull out the mantis knife from his chest. Instead, he unleashed all his spiritual power to increase the temperature of the flames, as if the actual flames were like weeds and completely enveloped Chen Xing.
The crackling sound of flames lingered in my ears, and the aroma of meat turned into white mist.
"It's too late."
In the flames, the surface of Chen Xing's skin cracked rapidly, like dried clay covering the flames and falling to the ground, revealing a ferocious face that looked like a mantis, with fangs piercing the lip flesh, and the mouthparts covered with barbs suddenly opened like a pocket.
Then he bit Wu Meng's head.
From the mouthpart, a slender spear-like flesh thorn shot out to stab Wu Meng's eye socket.
"Wu Meng!"
Mu Xueru looked at the tongue that was stabbing Wu Meng in horror, and threw the cold cicada sword in her hand without thinking.
At this moment, Mu Xueru only felt that the connection with the Han Cicada Sword became closer and closer. One person and one weapon were one body. The flying Han Cicada Sword felt Mu Xueru's concentrated spirit turning at a right angle of 90 degrees in the air to avoid being hit by Chen.
Wu Meng, who was standing in front of him, stabbed Chen Xing straight into his temple.
But facing the flesh thorn that was less than twenty centimeters away from Wu Meng's cheek, even if Mu Xueru and the weapon spirit's tacit understanding broke through again, it seemed that they could not save Wu Meng from Chen Xing.
"no, do not want!"
Tears welled up in Mu Xueru's eyes. If she had not listened to Wu Meng's words and suppressed the injuries in her body but went up with Wu Meng, it would not have been like this.
At this moment, in addition to pain, she felt endless regret.
Feeling the roar coming towards his face, Wu Meng tried his best to break free from Chen Xing's hands, but he was too weak to break free.
Ten centimeters, five centimeters…
Just when the flesh thorn was about to penetrate Wu Meng's head, Wang Du's hazy eyes, which were lying on the ground, suddenly opened and burned out the last spiritual blood in his body. He slapped his palm heavily on the ground, leaving two traces deep into the soil. His body relied on the reaction force
Instantly appeared in front of Wu Meng.
He used his right hand to cut off the incoming flesh thorns and mantis knives, and his left hand folded vertically to form a spear wrapped around blood and spirit claws, tearing open Chen Xing's chest, pinching his heart and clenching it tightly.
puff…
Accompanied by a gurgling sound of liquid, purple-black blood spurted crazily from Chen Xing's chest and splashed onto Wang Du's body.
Wang Du didn't pause after the blow was successful. He opened his blood-stained white teeth and bit Chen Xing's neck and throat. He closed his teeth and tore outwards with force to bite out a piece of flesh.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, Wu Meng flipped his wrist hard to break away from Chen Xing's restraints. The muscles of his right arm collided rapidly, and his fist, which ignited with red flames, avoided Wang Du and punched Chen Xing's waist. A blood the size of a basketball penetrated.
Hole.
The Han Cicada Sword on the left also drew a ray of light and penetrated Chen Xing's temple.
"Wang Du, you..."
Blood kept pouring out of Chen Xing's mouth, and his pupils were wide open as he stared at the figure full of bloody hatred in front of him. Before he could say anything, he twisted and fell into a pool of blood. His eyes were wide open and he could not believe the fact that he was dead until he died.
puff…
After spitting out the piece of meat in his mouth, the corners of Wang Du's blood-stained mouth raised strangely, and then he burst out into a complicated laugh.
"Ha...hahaha, Bai Mu, I have avenged you, Bai Mu...I have avenged you, Bai Mu!"
Wang Du fell to the ground and his expression gradually changed from happiness to extreme sorrow. He laughed wildly and cried heartbreakingly. The dried tears mixed with blood fell from the corners of his eyes.
The eyes gradually dim...
In the darkness, he seemed to see the dying stray dog lying on the roadside at the corner of Baimu Street, the little guy chasing behind him and scratching his calf, and the figure who burned all his blood to protect himself.
"Bai Mu, in my heart you are no longer the dirty stray dog on the roadside."
"But the most important family in my heart..."
"Bai Mu...you...won't be...lonely, I'm here to accompany you..."
Recalling the familiar barking in his ears, Wang Du struggled to raise his palm with a smile in an attempt to touch the familiar figure in the sky.
The eyelids became heavier and heavier, closed, and plunged into darkness forever.
"Hold on, cough...hold on..."
Wu Meng covered the wound on his chest and half-knelt beside Wang Du, channeling the remaining spiritual power into Wang Du's body in an attempt to revive him.
But after a few minutes, Wang Du's breath completely dissipated and his body gradually became cold, making Wu Meng realize that it was already too late.
"Fuck, fuck!"
Seeing Wang Du dying in front of him, Wu Meng punched the ground angrily.
The main reason why he rescued Wang Du before this, apart from the Ghost Cult, was because he wanted to take advantage of this opportunity to lure Wang Du to join the Tiger Hunting Group.
But after Wang Du risked his life to save himself and laughed happily but extremely sadly at the end, all he wanted in his heart was to save him.
Because he believed that such a person was definitely worth saving, but he was still a step too slow.
"Let's find a place to bury him."
Mu Xueru carefully sprinkled the medicinal powder on Wu Meng's wound and sighed slightly.
"Take him back and enshrine him in our tiger's mourning hall and make a spiritual tablet for him."
Wu Meng solemnly took off Wang Du's tattered and blood-red coat, and then fired a burst of flame and took out the white jade box from the ring, just like the members of the tiger hunting group who died in the previous battle, preparing to take Wang Du's ashes and clothes back to the tiger for burial.
"I understand, no matter what decision you make, I will support you."
Mu Xueru leaned lightly on Wu Meng's shoulder, not hesitating at all about Wu Meng burying the stranger in the tiger mausoleum.
Although the Tiger Mausoleum is used to bury those Tiger members who died heroically, she will respect Wu Meng's decision.
"Thanks."
"Let's go back first, I'm really tired."
Wu Meng hugged Mu Xueru tightly and forced a smile on his face. The heavy casualties suffered by the two hunting group elites this time made him feel extremely heavy and sad.
Those members trusted him and entrusted their lives to him, but they slept here forever. For a while, he just felt tired, really tired.
Reorganizing the team, Wu Meng led the team to cautiously leave along the map towards the periphery.
In the ring space, no one noticed the inconspicuous raised pattern in the interlayer of the blood-stained jacket.