"What are you all standing there for? Come and help!" Ning Yu shouted to his trusted men behind him.

Upon hearing this, several of his confidants immediately rushed forward and surrounded the burly man. However, the opponent was, after all, a powerful superhuman, and even with numbers against fewer people, they could not gain the upper hand.

Another loud bang, and a trusted confidant was sent flying by a hammer blow from the burly man, crashing heavily to the ground, his fate unknown.

"Damn it!" Ning Yu's eyes were bloodshot. He knew that if things continued like this, his brothers would be defeated one by one sooner or later.

Thinking of this, a resolute look flashed in Ning Yu's eyes. He suddenly pushed Mu Xue aside and said in a deep voice, "You take the brothers and retreat first. I'll cover the rear!"

"No, this is too dangerous!" Mu Xue grabbed Ning Yu's arm and said anxiously, "They outnumber you and you're no match for them if you stay here alone!"

"There's no time!" Ning Yu grabbed Mu Xue's hand and said firmly, "Believe me, I will come back alive!"

Having said that, Ning Yu no longer hesitated and turned to face the ferocious enemies. His back, in the afterglow of the setting sun, appeared incredibly tall, yet incredibly lonely... Ning Yu's figure, in the afterglow of the setting sun, was like a reef in a storm, standing firm despite being battered by huge waves.

He brandished his Tang sword, repeatedly repelling the greedy enemies. However, even the strongest fists cannot fight against many hands, especially since the opposing side included several powerful superhumans.

A huge fireball hurtled toward Ning Yu. He couldn't dodge in time and was grazed on the shoulder by the fireball. His clothes were instantly set on fire, and his skin was scorched black.

"Ah!" Ning Yu groaned in pain, but gritted his teeth and refused to fall. He swung his sword to extinguish the flames on his body, but before he could catch his breath, another fierce attack came.

A short man, wielding two sharp daggers, appeared before Ning Yu like a ghost. The daggers gleamed with a ghostly blue light, clearly indicating they were coated with deadly poison.

Ning Yu dared not be careless and quickly swung his sword to defend. However, the opponent's attack speed was too fast, and every move was ruthless, aiming straight for his vital points.

"puff!"

Ning Yu couldn't dodge in time, and a bloody wound was slashed across his chest. The intense pain made his vision go black, and he almost fainted.

"Boss!"

In the distance, Mu Xue and the others, who witnessed this scene, were extremely anxious but powerless to do anything. They were already tightly entangled by people from other forces and had no way to break free.

Ning Yu staggered back a few steps, blood gushing from his wounds, staining his clothes red. His breathing became rapid, and his vision began to blur, but he still did not give up the fight.

"Haha, Ning Yu, you've finally met your match!" Zhao Kuang looked at the scene before him with a smug expression. "Just surrender obediently, and I'll give you a quick death!"

"Dream on!" Ning Yu said through gritted teeth, his voice hoarse.

He knew he was at a critical juncture, facing life or death. If he couldn't turn the tide quickly, he would truly perish here today.

"Could it be... that I should just give up like this?" Ning Yu's consciousness began to blur, and familiar faces such as Mu Xue, Li Hu, and Wang Qiang appeared before his eyes.

"No, I can't give up! I promised them I would help them survive!"

A resolute look flashed in Ning Yu's eyes, and the strange feeling he had experienced when his superpower evolved suddenly came to mind.

"Oh right, my special ability..."

Ning Yu endured the excruciating pain and mobilized the last of his supernatural abilities. In that moment, he forgot about life and death, forgot about fear, and had only one thought in his mind: to survive!

With his will, the surrounding space seemed to begin to distort, and a powerful energy surged within him, as if it were about to break free from some kind of restraint.

"ah!"

Ning Yu let out a roar, his voice filled with pain and resentment. At that moment, the wounds on his body seemed to transform into medals, bearing witness to his will to survive.

Sensing the powerful aura emanating from Ning Yu, Zhao Kuang and the others' expressions changed slightly, and a sense of unease suddenly welled up in their hearts.

"What happened?"

"His aura... how did it suddenly become so strong?"

Just as everyone was filled with doubt and uncertainty, Ning Yu slowly raised his head, his eyes flashing with a dark blue light, like two burning flames.

"You...all must die!"

A ghostly blue light flickered in Ning Yu's eyes, like two flames of the underworld, illuminating his face contorted with pain. He slowly straightened up, an invisible pressure emanating from him, making everyone present feel suffocated.

Alarm bells rang in Zhao Kuang's mind. He had never seen Ning Yu possess such a powerful aura, as if a slumbering beast had finally awakened, revealing its sharp fangs. "Playing tricks!" Zhao Kuang roared, his voice trembling with fear, but the dagger in his hand trembled involuntarily.

Ning Yu didn't speak, only stared coldly at him, a chilling smile playing on his lips. The next moment, his figure vanished in an instant, becoming a blur.

"Not good!" Zhao Kuang's pupils shrank sharply. Before he could react, a sharp pain shot through his chest. Ning Yu's fist slammed into his chest like a cannonball, sending him flying. He crashed heavily into a boulder with a loud "bang."

Zhao Kuang struggled to stand up, only to find that his chest had caved in and blood was gushing from his mouth; he was clearly not going to make it.

"Boss!" The remaining superhumans were terrified at the sight and turned to run away.

"Trying to leave? Too late!" Ning Yu's voice was as cold and piercing as if it came from the deepest hell. His figure flickered, moving through the crowd like a ghost, each move taking a life.

In just a few breaths, the once menacing enemy was reduced to a pile of corpses.

Witnessing Ning Yu's terrifying strength, which was like that of a god of death, the other forces that were originally fighting with Mu Xue and others were immediately terrified and fled in disarray, abandoning their armor and weapons.

"We...won?" Li Hu stared at the scene before him, his face filled with disbelief. "Yes, we won." Mu Xue walked to Ning Yu's side, her eyes filled with heartache as she looked at the shocking wounds on his body. "How are you? Are you badly hurt?"

Ning Yu shook his head, about to say something, when suddenly his expression changed, and he swayed, nearly falling to the ground. "Ning Yu!" Mu Xue quickly caught him, anxiously asking, "What's wrong?" Ning Yu didn't answer. He felt a violent energy surging within him, as if it were tearing his body apart. He gritted his teeth, trying to control this power, but it grew stronger and more uncontrollable…

"Damn it..." Beads of sweat dripped from Ning Yu's forehead, his face as pale as paper. He felt like a bomb that could explode at any moment, not knowing when he would completely lose control...