Chapter 116 Powerless Rescue
Heavy footsteps sounded on the white jade steps of the God's Messenger Platform.
The edges of Ye Xiang's black robe were dyed into a translucent amber by the golden light radiating from the platform.
With every step forward, the halo around him became thicker, as if countless tiny particles of light were coming out from the cracks in the rocks, climbing up his ankles and onto his sleeves.
Renly followed closely behind. His hair seemed to have changed color, with silver hair hanging down beside his pale cheeks, and his lips moved so slightly that they were almost invisible.
Only intermittent breathy sounds escaped from between teeth, like some kind of crushed ancient spell.
It was entangled with the buzzing sound coming from deep within the God's Platform.
“Bang—”
The loud noise of the iron cage hitting the ground tore through the brief silence.
Yao Tailing stood on the high platform beside the stage, a corner of his black robe lifted by the wind.
He raised his hand quickly and decisively, and the men in black grabbed the thick hemp rope and pulled down the iron cage hanging in the air like mechanical puppets executing orders.
The rusty iron bars scraped harshly on the stone floor, and the screams of the prisoners in the cage suddenly rose.
A woman's nails scratched the iron railings, leaving bloody marks. A man tried to break through the railings, but was whipped by the long whip swung by the man in black and curled up on the ground.
"Tan Nana!"
Xiao Qihao's roar was like a stone being rubbed by sandpaper.
He saw the familiar girl being dragged out by two men in black, holding her arms.
The hem of her light blue skirt was stained with mud, her face was filled with panic, her thin body was as white as a sheet of paper, her fluttering struggles were futile, a few strands of hair stuck to her bleeding forehead,
The moment she struggled to turn around, her eyes met his.
There was only empty fear in those eyes at this moment, and his lips were trembling but no sound came out, only tears rolled down like beads from a broken string.
Her eyes cleared for a moment, and her mouth moved slightly, as if to say,
“Let’s go…”
"Teacher Shen! Let me go!"
Xiao Qihao suddenly broke free from Shen Qingze's hand, his knuckles turning white from the force.
"I'm going to save her!"
Shen Qingze's arm once again grasped his shoulder like an iron clamp, his fingertips almost digging into the flesh of his shoulder blade.
"What's the point of you rushing over? Look at those men in black!"
He raised his chin and looked to the left, where a man who tried to rush to the iron cage was stabbed in the chest.
Blood splattered on the white jade railing and was instantly burned into a charred mark by the steaming golden light.
"But you can't just look at her... and those people..."
Xiao Qihao's voice choked, and his knees left a shallow groove on the ground.
He could clearly hear Tan Nana's whimpering as she was dragged, the sound piercing his eardrums like a needle.
"She is innocent! Why do they…"
"Now is not the time to speak of innocence."
Shen Qingze's voice was low and calm, but his eyes passed over the fighting crowd and were fixed on the center of the God's Messenger Platform.
Ye Xiang had already reached the top of the circular platform, and the golden light enveloped him like molten magma.
Even the fingers hanging by his side were glowing, as if his entire body was about to be swallowed by the light.
Renly was still mumbling something under his breath.
The sound was sometimes high and sometimes low, causing the movements of the surrounding men in black to pause slightly, as if they were disturbed by an invisible force.
The cries and shouts in the slave yard have merged into a raging torrent.
There were old people kneeling on the ground and kowtowing, their foreheads bruised and swollen; there were children clinging to their parents’ legs, their cries so sharp that they seemed to pierce the sky; there were also people begging in vain in the direction of the Messenger of God’s platform, shouting incoherently, “Messenger of God, spare my life!”
But the black-clad guards only drove him away more violently.
The banging of the iron cage, the crackling of the whip, and the dull thud of breaking bones intertwined with these desperate sounds.
It echoed repeatedly within the towering walls, hurting people's eardrums.
"Not everyone is worth saving, and you are not a savior who can save everyone."
Shen Qingze suddenly let go of Xiao Qihao's shoulders, and his fingertips unconsciously stroked the short blade hidden in his sleeve.
He didn't know where Renly had taken his protective sword. He could only hope that the little ghost could move faster.
According to the plan, their reinforcements should be arriving soon.
A few drops of cold sweat dripped down Shen Qingze's forehead.
I must tell my fortune later to see if I am really in conflict with someone in my destiny, which is why I have encountered so many bad luck.
Shen Qingze saw Ye Xiang slowly raise his head, golden light overflowing from his slightly opened eyes.
Those eyes seemed to have lost their focus, leaving only a pure, heart-pounding light.
Renly's mumbling became clearer at some point.
Those difficult-to-pronounce syllables seemed to carry some kind of magic, causing the light of the Messenger Platform to flicker rhythmically, like some kind of breathing.
"Wait a little longer."
There was a barely perceptible tremor in Shen Qingze's voice. He pressed Xiao Qihao's back again.
"If we go back now, we will all become those people in the iron cages."
Xiao Qihao's fist hit the ground, splashing fine dust.
He watched helplessly as Tan Nana was pushed toward the stone prison on the side of the platform.
The last look she gave him was like an icicle, biting his heart hard.
The cries for help continued, flooding past my feet like a tide.
The light on top of the God's Platform became brighter and brighter, almost impossible to look at, and it split the entire slave farm into two halves.
Half of it is the cry of hell on earth, and half of it is the sacred yet eerie silence.
Yao Tailing stood at the edge of the Divine Messenger Platform, with no expression on his face, as if everything in front of him had nothing to do with him.
He waved to the men in black, speaking in a calm tone as if he were talking about the weather.
"Push it down."
The two men in black immediately understood, picked up a trembling middle-aged man and walked towards the center of the platform.
The man struggled desperately, crying out in despair.
"No! Please let me go! I'm willing to do anything!"
But his resistance seemed so pale and powerless in the face of the absolute power of the Black Guards.
When the man's foot just stepped into the holy light range in the center of the platform, something strange happened.
The dazzling holy light instantly enveloped him completely, the light was so blinding that it was impossible to look directly at it.
Xiao Qihao and Shen Qing narrowed their eyes subconsciously.
They saw that the man didn't even have a chance to struggle in the holy light, and his body was melting at a speed visible to the naked eye.
There was no scream, not even a trace of struggle.
It was as if he had never existed.
After a while, the holy light gradually subsided.
Everyone was shocked to find that there was only nothingness left at the spot.
However, the originally pure golden holy light seemed to have a hint of blood, like a stain on golden satin, which made it look weird and terrifying.
"Next."
Yao Tailing's cold voice sounded again, without any ripples.
Another person was pushed in.
The same process, the same result, the blood color in the holy light became even darker.
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