Ji Tianxing originally thought that he would be able to find clues when he discovered that the sea breeze and the blood mist were flying in different directions.
Following the flying route of the blood mist, you can easily find the powerful demons and the son of the blood god.
But Xiao Han had already thought of this and took action to investigate.
The little hope that had just risen in his heart was immediately shattered.
In desperation, he could only give up this idea temporarily and fly to the gate of Xunfeng City with Xiao Han.
The closer we get to Xunfeng City, the thicker the black air in the sky outside the city becomes.
Xiao Han's face became solemn, and he reminded in a low tone: "Ling'er, you must be careful not to get contaminated by this black air, this is a highly poisonous plague.
The power of the poisonous plague is so terrifying that only those who are strong in the Soul Refining Realm can withstand it and not be afraid of the plague.
Below the Soul Refining Realm, even if a strong Tianyuan person is eroded by the plague, he will be corroded into bones within a month."
As he spoke, Xiao Han released divine white light all over his body, forming a light shield to protect Xiao Ling'er.
The three of them passed through the thick black mist and finally arrived at the city gate.
I saw that Xunfeng City, shrouded in black gas and poisonous mist, had already activated its city defense formation.
A colorful shield with a radius of dozens of miles covers the entire city.
The five-colored shield with powerful defense can withstand most black gas and poisonous mist.
However, there are still traces of black air floating in the sky inside the city, but the density of the poisonous mist is much less than outside the city.
Rows of Donglin troops wearing armor were guarding the city wall, ready to attack.
The 500,000 Donglin troops under Xiao Han are all elite troops and the patron saint of the East China Sea.
Even if a virulent plague strikes and black energy continues to emerge in the city, those Donglin troops are not afraid to retreat. Their bodies are as straight as javelins, standing on the top of the city.
Seeing the arrival of Ji Tianxing and the others, a centurion of the Donglin Army put his sword in his hand and shouted with a majestic voice: "Who is coming?"
Although this centurion was tall and strong, he spoke with great force.
But his face was tinged with black, and his left hand had been corroded and festered, exposing the white bones.
Several Donglin soldiers not far away from him were also corroded by the poisonous black gas. Their bodies were rotten and black blood oozed from their faces.
Seeing this scene, Ji Tianxing couldn't help but thought to himself: "Xiao Han manages the army strictly, and the Donglin Army is indeed an elite division. Although these sergeants are small people, they are admirable!"
Xiao Han took a step forward and said with a majestic expression: "I, Xiao Han, have come to Xunfeng City to inspect military affairs!"
Hearing his majestic voice, the more than 30 Donglin troops on the top of the city suddenly looked solemn and all knelt down on one knee to salute.
"See Lord General!"
The movements of more than thirty people were uniform, and their voices were full of vitality and majestic.
However, several sergeants were eroded by the poison and could still hold up while standing.
At this time, as soon as they knelt down, their legs, feet, heads, necks, etc., their flesh and blood suddenly collapsed, black blood appeared, and their white bones were exposed.
Especially the centurion, the flesh and blood on half of his face had festered and fallen off, exposing his bones.
Black blood flowed down, soaking half of his armor.
Suffering such heartbreaking pain, he did not fall down, but only let out a painful groan from his mouth.
Xiao Ling'er's heart clenched when she saw it, and her eyes turned red at that moment.
But she held back her tears, let alone cried aloud.
Because this is the dignity of the Donglin Army and the iron backbone of the Donglin Army!
Xiao Han took a deep breath and bowed deeply to the more than 30 Donglin soldiers on top of the city.
"Thank you for your hard work, soldiers! You are the pride of Donglin Army and the pride of me, Xiao Han!"
More than thirty Donglin troops saluted Xiao Han again, with a respectful attitude and enthusiasm and admiration in their eyes.
The leading centurion squirmed with half his face and made a low, hoarse voice, "General God, compared to the suffering people in the city, we are not suffering!"
Xiao Han nodded slightly and said nothing more.
It is a blessing to the people of the East China Sea that his soldiers have such iron-blooded pride and loyalty!
Soon, the Donglin troops opened the city gate and welcomed Ji Tianxing and the others into the city.
As soon as you enter Xunfeng City, what you see is a miserable scene of gloom, mist, and bloodshed.
Throughout Xunfeng City, the streets and alleys were full of city guards and civilians running around in panic.
The doors and windows of every house were closed, and many houses were on fire, sending black smoke into the sky.
Group after group of city guards wearing armor and carrying swords escorted three or five ragged civilians, hurried through the streets and alleys, and ran towards the distance.
On the wide black stone avenue, there were many corpses of common people lying, and patches of black blood flowed on the ground like a stream.
The screams, painful roars, miserable howls, and heart-rending cries of men, women, and children continued to come from all directions.
Ji Tianxing stepped forward with a solemn expression, his eyes swept around, and he immediately saw scenes of horrific scenes.
A group of city guards supported and carried several common people who were covered in black gas, escaped from the houses and ran towards the center of the city.
However, before the group of people ran far, there was an old woman with gray hair. Her body collapsed on the spot, and her flesh and blood fell off on the ground.
She screamed in pain, rolling on the ground and wailing. After just a few breaths, her flesh and blood corroded into black blood.
She turned into a thin white skeleton, curled up on the ground, black blood flowing silently under her body, and wisps of blood flying up into the sky.
Several city guards paused for a moment, then quickly helped a few other civilians and continued running towards the center of the city.
But before they could run a few steps, another child, held in the arms of the city guard, let out a painful scream.
It was a six or seven-year-old little girl, wearing a blue skirt and two braids, with a cute and juicy face.
But in just a few breaths, her flesh and blood quickly rotted and turned into a pool of black blood.
Only a frail and petite corpse was left, still covered with a tattered piece of blue skirt cloth, which was placed on the ground by the city guards.
Not long after, one of the city guards also fell while running.
The heavy armor and saber made a crisp sound when they hit the black stone ground.
His body was covered in blood and flesh, and he screamed in pain, rolling and twitching on the ground, and soon became silent.
A few breaths later, a young warrior in his twenties turned into a pool of black blood, a pile of armor and swords, and a white skeleton.
The other city guards and the common people were a little numb when they saw such a tragic scene.
They were neither afraid nor crying, they just continued running with a dull expression.
There was no way, in the past two days, similar scenes continued to play out, making everyone's emotions almost numb.
The people in the whole city were like zombies, almost losing their emotions such as crying, sympathy, fear and worry.
Everyone is gloomy and desperate, waiting helplessly for death to come.
Perhaps, the next person to turn into bones is himself.