Knights descend upon Douluo Continent; death awaits if they do not fight.

"run!!!"

Huyan Zhan's roar echoed across the battlefield.

Six people ran wildly in different directions at the same time.

This is not cowardice.

This is based on experience.

Surrounded by more than a dozen monsters, a head-on confrontation would be tantamount to suicide.

Only by dispersing can we find a way to survive.

Ning Ruyu ran the slowest.

She is a support-type Soul Master, level 56, but has never actually fought.

Her legs felt as heavy as lead, and every step felt like walking on knife points.

A bloody stench swept in from behind.

She closed her eyes.

Then--

A bolt of lightning struck down from the sky, hitting the horned demon behind her.

"Run!!!"

Yu Cheng, his body crackling with lightning, stood between her and the horned demon.

His martial soul is a fragmented Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex, which can only partially transform into a dragon—at this moment, his right arm has completely transformed into a dragon claw, with blue arcs of electricity leaping at the claw tip.

"You—" Ning Ruyu was stunned.

"Run! I'm a combat Soul Master, you're a support. Staying here is suicide!" Yu Cheng roared without turning his head. "Run as far as you can! Live!"

Ning Ruyu's eyes reddened.

She wanted to say something, but couldn't say anything.

She could only run.

Run as fast as you can.

Behind him, Yu Cheng was already engaged in battle with the horned demon.

Lightning collided with claws, unleashing a blinding flash of light.

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The Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Clan, within Thunder Valley.

Everyone was looking at the sky.

Yu Tianheng clenched his fists until his knuckles turned white.

That's Yu Cheng.

That collateral descendant, that young man who was never valued, that madman who got up to cultivate before dawn every day.

At this moment, he was using his own body to shield a complete stranger, a support-type Soul Master.

"Well done..." Yu Tianheng murmured, "Well done, Yu Cheng..."

Yu Yuanzhen didn't speak, he just watched quietly.

Watching that collateral descendant, using his incomplete martial spirit, forcefully confront that terrifying monster.

A barely perceptible hint of satisfaction flashed in his eyes.

the other side.

Tang Ying did not run away.

He stood there, gripping the Haotian Hammer in both hands, his gaze as cold as ice.

The three-headed demons lunged at him at the same time.

He moved.

The Haotian Hammer was swung up, carrying immense force, and smashed down on the head of the first horned demon.

boom!!!

The horned demon's head exploded, spraying black blood everywhere.

But the other two had already pounced on them.

Tang Ying's body spun like a ghost, and the Haotian Hammer drew an arc in the air before smashing into the waist of the second horned demon.

The sound of bones breaking was clearly audible.

The third head's claws had already touched his clothes—

He leaned back, narrowly avoiding the attack, and at the same time kicked the horned demon in the abdomen, using the force to create distance.

The three-headed demon, one head dead, the other two wounded.

Tang Ying's breathing quickened slightly, but her gaze remained icy.

At the entrance of the Haotian Sect, the seven titled Douluo were all moved.

"This child's fighting spirit..."

"As expected of a disciple of my Haotian Sect."

Tang Xiao didn't speak, he just stared intently at the sky.

Child, come back alive.

The City of Slaughter.

Nameless neither ran nor fought.

He just squatted there, not moving at all.

A horned demon noticed him and growled as it approached him.

five meters.

three meters.

one meter.

The horned demon lowered its head, its scarlet eyes fixed on its motionless prey.

Then, it opened its mouth—

The nameless body moved.

It wasn't an escape, it wasn't an attack.

Instead, it was pasted on.

His body coiled around the horned demon's neck like a snake, his legs clamped around its back, and his hands covered its eyes.

The horned demon thrashed its body wildly, its claws flailing erratically, but it couldn't touch him no matter what it did.

"Good boy/girl." The nameless voice was very soft, as if coaxing a disobedient pet, "Don't move, don't move..."

His fingers plunged into the horned demon's eye socket.

The horned demon let out a deafening scream and struggled even more frantically.

The nameless body seemed to be an extension of it, and no matter how hard it tried to shake it off, it couldn't be shaken off.

One minute.

Two minutes.

three minutes.

The horned demon's movements became slower and slower.

Finally, he collapsed to the ground with a thud.

Wuming slid off it and sat down next to the corpse, breathing slightly.

His face was splattered with black blood.

But he smiled.

It was a strange laugh—like someone who had finally found their place.

Huyan Zhan is running.

He ran very fast, faster than anyone else.

Two horned demons were chasing after him, but he didn't panic.

He is waiting.

Waiting for an opportunity.

A huge rock appeared ahead.

He pushed off with his feet, leaped to the top of the rock, and then suddenly turned around—

The sword was drawn.

The blade flashed like snow, slashing towards the first horned demon that leaped up.

Unable to dodge in mid-air, the horned demon was struck in the head by a blade and fell with a scream.

But the second one had already pounced on them.

Hu Yanzhan didn't have time to sheathe his sword. He could only loosen the hilt, fall backward, and tumble off the rock.

He slammed his back to the ground, the pain almost making him faint.

But he didn't stop.

He rolled over, got up, and kept running.

There are no more knives.

The Crimson Flame Warhorse Martial Soul is useless in this situation.

All he had left were his two hands, his body, and a heart hardened by fifteen years of fighting.

live.

We must survive.

far away.

Yu Cheng was covered in blood and knelt on one knee on the ground.

He killed the horned demon.

But he himself is also nearing the point where he can no longer stand up.

Three ribs were broken, the left arm was dislocated, and the right leg was slashed open by sharp claws, leaving a deep wound that exposed the bone.

He raised his head and looked around.

The monsters are still there. There are still many.

What about the rest?

Did that support-type old lady run away?

Where is that guy from the Haotian Sect?

That soldier, that degenerate—

A scream came from afar.

Matthew's voice.

Yu Cheng turned his head and saw the horned demon bite off Matthew's neck.

The blood sprayed very high.

Matthew's body twitched twice, then stopped moving.

The second person eliminated.

Matthew is dead.

[Level 62 Soul Emperor, survival time: 6 minutes and 31 seconds.]

Yu Cheng closed his eyes.

Six minutes and thirty-one seconds.

That deacon who had served in the Spirit Hall for twenty-three years, that cautious middle-aged man who had lived his entire life, only lived for six minutes and thirty-one seconds.

Will it be my turn?

He asked himself.

meeting.

Most definitely.

Come on.

He opened his eyes, supported himself on his knees, and slowly stood up.

His right leg was bleeding, and every step felt like walking on a knife's edge. But he still managed to stand up.

In the distance, two more horned demons noticed him.

Yu Cheng took a deep breath and gathered the last of his lightning bolts in his right hand.

Come on.

he murmured.

"Come on!!!"

His roar echoed across the empty battlefield.

The two horned demons charged at him.

He went to meet him.

Then--

A figure rushed out from the side and crashed into one of the horned demons.

Ning Ruyu.

The support-type woman, holding an iron rod she'd picked up from somewhere, used all her strength to smash it down on the horned demon's head.

The iron rod bent.

The horned demon's head also bent.

It fell to the ground, twitched twice, and then lay still.

Ning Ruyu was stunned.

She looked at the curved iron rod in her hand, then at the fallen horned demon, and then at Yu Cheng.

.....