"Leave your body to your instincts." Li Changzhou pondered this sentence.

Yang Qinglan casually tapped her slender shoulder with her Ruyi scepter.

Deadly flames and the mentally ill returned, auspicious clouds continued to fly towards spring, Li Qianxia glanced back, those slaves who had lost their freedom were forever freed.

In the face of death, everyone is equal, and no one can enslave anyone else... perhaps.

The tracer rounds from the anti-aircraft guns looked like strings of bright dots in the night sky.

The explosions were very far away, so even though the night sky was filled with these points of light, the world remained peaceful and quiet.

The muscles of the traffic light were burning with pain from overuse.

"careful."

His heart skipped a beat, but both his body and mind were too numb to react immediately.

"Thud! Thud!" The Special Operations Bureau's 'signboard' appeared beside him, its shield riddled with arrows.

The signal light raised its hand, thrusting out a spear that pierced a flower that was twisting and deforming into a human shape.

There's one more.

He turned around and saw 'Doorplate' raise its shield, roar as it charged forward, and brutally pinned the other man under the shield.

The opponent was very agile, using root-like limbs to block the "open space" where the shield did not miss.

The traffic light stepped forward, then stopped. Three, no, four arrows shot out from the shadows.

He blocked two, then rushed forward to block one for the 'doorplate', and another one pierced solidly through the 'doorplate's' forearm holding the shield.

The arrows were incredibly powerful; each arrow that flew through the air felt like catching a swinging hammer with one's bare hands.

It's also poisonous.

The tree poison, like a seed, spreads within the body of the person struck by the arrow.

"Door number!"

With his shoulder against the shield, 'Menpai' freed his hand to pull out the arrow. He used the arrow as a weapon and stabbed it into the struggling forest elder beneath the shield.

The force of the struggle instantly increased, almost overturning the 'signboard', but this force immediately weakened and eventually disappeared.

“Your arm.” The traffic light crouched beside the panting 'signboard'.

He could feel the forest elders, whose bodies and minds had become numb and sluggish from the battle, staring at his back.

Insane pressure.

The signal light pulled out a dagger and severed the 'doorplate's' right arm. Blood spurted out, and the hand and forearm fell to the ground.

He grabbed three tree roots that were trying to burrow into his severed arm and pulled them out forcefully.

A flower deformed behind the traffic light, an arrow was aimed at them, and the 'doorplate' stared at the arrow with bloodshot eyes from pain, filled with madness and brutality.

The flower canceled its transformation, and the forest elder abandoned the attack. Now, they only had four people left in the battle. Spring was still in the enemy's hands. They couldn't die; they had to win.

Take back the artifact!

The moonlight is very bright tonight; no matter what color the flowers are during the day, they are all tinged with silvery white.

The night breeze swept by, like waves of moonlight.

Each flower seemed to be watching the two of them.

The traffic light discarded the snake-like twisted tree roots, reached into his pocket, and then realized he had already run out of medicine.

He reached out to help the doorplate: "Can it still move?"

The doorplate was intact, and he was pushed aside with his left hand.

"Go!" His voice still carried the pain of his severed arm.

The traffic light felt something extra in its hand, a spherical object.

"Run." The voice on the doorplate calmed down a bit, slightly out of breath. "Leave this to me."

"How could I possibly walk alone?!" Even if his brain was numb, the traffic light still knew this.

"I'm doing everything I can to hold them off."

"You don't even know where they are!"

The doorplate picked up its right hand and threw it out; a flower twisted its waist to avoid it.

"Let's go." He didn't even look at the doorplate, his eyes fixed on the traffic light. "If you run fast enough, you might still be able to bring people to rescue me."

He raised the shield again with his intact left hand.

"Okay, wait for me to come back!"

The two men stood up at the same time. The traffic light stood up, but the doorplate was missing. He turned his head and saw a root-like object writhing under the skin on the doorplate's neck.

There's one more!

There is only one, which can only immobilize a person, not kill them.

"Leave me alone! Let's go!" the signboard roared in anguish.

In the sea of ​​flowers, four flowers simultaneously transformed, and four arrows were aimed at them.

"Clang! Clang!" After knocking away two arrows, the signal lamp staggered, its arm going numb.

The force from the arrow had diminished considerably; even if he still had a tenth of his strength, he could...

These weak and feeble arrows blew all the air out of his lungs, almost causing him to collapse.

The other two arrows left the bowstring.

Menpai struggled to swing his shield, using his body weight to knock down the two arrows.

"Run." He froze completely, his voice devoid of any fear.

The traffic light glanced at the immobilized 'doorplate'.

He ran for the next four hours.

The two sides were like wolves and humans starving to the extreme; whoever collapsed first would become the other's food.

We were not far from the battlefield. Although the anti-aircraft guns had run out of tracer rounds, we could still hear the intense sounds of gunfire.

Once you get there, the mission is complete.

Survive, go back to Earth, and go back to taking pictures of traffic lights.

The four forest elders, already unable to draw their bows, misused the arrows as daggers and followed behind him.

The signal light slowly slid the spear across his face, his pain receptors reacting numbly. He regained some clarity; the other side wouldn't let him go on this last stretch of the road.

The foresters surrounded them.

The signal light gripped the bloodstained spear tightly in its hand.

"Ha...ha..." They looked at each other, panting.

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