Chapter 31 The Raging Lion

The dead silence in the dungeon lasted only a moment.

Di Feisheng's earth-shattering strike cleared the nearby enemies, but it also thoroughly enraged Jiao Liqiao's desperate men. More enemies surged from the depths of the passage, from every corner, roaring and charging forward, their attack even more frantic than before!

"Protect His Majesty and Madam!" someone shouted. The rescued members of the Golden Yuan League, despite their wounds, gathered up their weapons and formed a fragile yet resolute line of defense. The Si Gu Men also immediately gathered their formation, joining Fang Duobing and Su Xiaoyong in fending off attacks from the flanks and rear.

The center of the storm is still Di Feisheng and Li Lianhua.

Di Feisheng held Li Lianhua tightly with one hand, channeling his pure internal energy into her, suppressing the poison spreading from the wound on his lower back. His other hand transformed into a terrifying killing weapon. He no longer needed weapons; his palms and fists were his most lethal weapons. Any enemy who dared to come within three feet of them was blasted away, shattered! Blood and broken bones splattered on his and Li Lianhua's robes, but he didn't blink. His crimson eyes were fixed on the pale face and slightly furrowed brow of the person in his arms, his anxiety and fury transformed into an even more brutal killing intent.

"I'm fine..." Li Lianhua took a breath and tried to push his hand away, "Let's repel the enemy first..." Although the poison was not fatal, it greatly affected the circulation of his internal energy, making his limbs feel sore and weak.

"Don't move!" Di Fei growled, his tone was unquestionably tough. The hand that was transferring internal force did not loosen at all, and the other palm slapped out, smashing the head of an enemy who tried to sneak attack into pieces!

Li Lianhua looked at his tense jawline and the almost paranoid panic in his eyes. His heart ached and he stopped struggling. He took a deep breath, suppressed the discomfort in his body, and scanned the chaotic battle scene.

"The first three from the left are archers." His voice was not loud, but it reached Di Feisheng's ears clearly.

Di Feisheng didn't even turn his head, but slapped the air with his backhand. The powerful internal force was like an invisible hammer, smashing the archer who had just put the arrow on the string and the crossbow into the stone wall, turning him into a pool of meat paste.

"Five behind the right, sword formation." Li Lianhua spoke again, his fingertips trembling slightly, cold sweat oozing from his forehead, but he still tried hard to stay clear-headed.

Di Feisheng leaned slightly to the side and kicked the enemy in front of him away. At the same time, he flicked his finger, and a sharp gust of wind shot out, accurately hitting the wrist of the person at the core of the sword formation. The formation that had just formed was instantly disrupted, and the disciples of Si Gu Men took the opportunity to break it up.

Amidst the excruciating pain and dizziness, Li Lianhua became Di Feisheng's second pair of eyes. Though unable to fight the enemy himself, his comprehensive insight and precise judgment remained. With the simplest of words, he guided Di Feisheng, the enraged lion, precisely directing his destructive power where it was most needed.

In this strange yet extremely efficient way, one of them became the sharpest blade, the other the calmest brain, and they forged a stable line of defense in this bloody purgatory.

Fang Duobing and Su Xiaoyong were guarding them closely. They were frightened by what they saw, but they couldn't help but admire the tacit understanding between the two men that was almost like telepathy.

The fierce fighting continued, blood flowed like a river, the sewage in the dungeon had turned deep red, and the air was filled with the sickening smell of blood.

Seeing that the siege had been going on for a long time and the casualties were heavy, Jiao Liqiao's confidant's eyes flashed with viciousness. He suddenly blew a sharp whistle!

There was a clang of mechanical noise overhead, and several vents above the water dungeon suddenly opened, releasing a stream of thick, pungent black oil! At the same time, several rockets fired from the darkness at the black oil!

They actually wanted to turn the entire water dungeon into a sea of ​​fire and burn everyone inside to death!

"Not good!" Li Lianhua's face suddenly changed.

The bloodshot in Di Feisheng's eyes grew even more intense. He suddenly pushed Li Lianhua towards Fang Duobing and said, "Take him away!" He suddenly rose from the ground and rushed straight upwards towards the pouring black oil and rockets!

Bei Feng Bai Zhang's internal energy was pushed to its limit, and he thrust his palms upward! A terrifying wave of air, visible to the naked eye, like a waterfall flowing backward, crashed into the falling black oil! It actually shook most of the black oil back, splashing onto the enemies who set the fire!

At the same time, his body bent strangely in the air, and his sleeves fluttered, sweeping away all the incoming rockets!

But a small amount of black oil still fell and stained his robe. Although the rocket fell, sparks had already splashed!

The people below exclaimed.

At this critical moment——

Li Lianhua suddenly pushed Fang Duobing away, and took a last breath of true energy. The softest and purest Yangzhou slow internal force surged out again, but it was no longer an attack. Instead, it turned into an extremely soft but extremely wide-ranging aura, like an invisible drizzle, accurately covering all the flying sparks and the flames that were about to ignite!

With a soft hissing sound, all the sparks were extinguished by his internal energy! Even those that stained Di Feisheng's robes were instantly extinguished!

After doing all this, Li Lianhua could no longer hold on. She felt a sweetness in her throat, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and her body fell limply backwards.

"Li Lianhua!" The sound of the flute flew to the ground, just in time to take him into his arms. Seeing the blood on his lips and his completely bloodless face, his heart felt as if it was being tightly grasped by an ice-cold hand!

He suddenly raised his head, his eyes locked on the whistle-blowing henchman. The look in his eyes was no longer filled with anger, but with a more terrifying, almost void, dead silence.

The confidant was so frightened by his gaze that he turned around and tried to escape.

Di Feisheng didn't chase after him. He simply raised his hand slowly and, through the air, gave the fleeing figure a light shake.

"puff--!"

The body of the confidant in the distance seemed to be crushed by an invisible force, and suddenly exploded into a ball of blood mist without even a scream!

The entire dungeon fell completely silent. The remaining enemies, looking at this godlike man, completely lost the courage to resist and dropped their weapons, kneeling and begging for mercy.

Di Feisheng didn't even glance at them. He just trembled with his hands and channeled more of his internal energy into Li Lianhua's body. His voice was hoarse and broken: "Li Lianhua... wake up... I won't let you sleep!"

Li Lianhua moved very slightly in his arms, her eyelashes trembling as she opened them. Her blurred vision met those eyes filled with panic. She used up her last bit of strength to force a soothing smile, her breath weak: "...It's so noisy...The sound of the flute...Let me...sleep for a while..."

After saying this, he fainted completely.

Di Feisheng hugged him tightly, buried her face in his cold neck, and her body trembled slightly uncontrollably.

The water dungeon was filled with blood, the outcome already decided. Only the two people embracing each other remained, one unconscious, the other like a trapped animal that had lost its most precious treasure, immersed in immense fear and anger.