These people are obviously the humans who are struggling in this world.

After a long time.

An old man who seemed to be the leader said in a hoarse voice: "It seems that those crazy people haven't caught up with us. Let's eat first and take the time to recover our physical strength and magic power."

Upon hearing this, two people immediately got into the sedan chair.

When they came out again, the two of them had something that looked like plants in their hands.

"Is that all we have?" an old man couldn't help but ask, "This is even less than the day before yesterday, Uncle Si Xiang, our mana has almost been exhausted. We can't go very far with just this much spiritual food."

"This is what the Sect Master meant." The old man who was called the Four Elephants Master and who spoke first glanced at the man who spoke and whispered, "Without the Sect Master's permission, no one can get the spiritual food. Feel free to use it. When the time comes, the Sect Master will naturally make arrangements."

Hearing this, the other old men didn't dare to say anything.

The person in charge of making the spiritual food immediately took out a small cauldron and threw the "plants" in his hand into it. In an instant, traces of pure spiritual energy spread out, but were all suppressed within the range of the halo emitted from the sedan chair. Everyone swallowed it greedily.

It was not until this time that these old people began to show some different colors.

If Mu Xuefei were here at this moment, she would be able to see it immediately.

These are all extraordinary people above the fourth level! They can fly in the clouds and move mountains and seas. In most extraordinary worlds, they are the level of powerful people!

But at this moment, they have lost their divine light and are filled with foul air.

His body and spiritual power have been weakened to the extreme, and he is not much stronger than a mortal.

Even if everyone had finished enjoying the so-called "snacks", they had only recovered a little, to the level of a first or second level transcendent, nothing more.

Just as they were about to seal their emotions and set off again.

Suddenly.

The light in the sedan was bright, and spiritual energy gushed out crazily, pouring into everyone's body. In an instant, it was as if time had passed, and everyone's white hair turned back to black in a short period of time, and they looked as if they had become dozens of years younger.

The Four Symbols uncle transformed into a young man who looked to be in his twenties or thirties at most, with smooth skin, surging spiritual energy, and divine light, as if he had become a powerful transcendent.

But his expression was extremely heavy.

"Everyone, pay attention! Those lunatics are chasing us! Quick, carry the leader away!"

The rest of the people had almost recovered to their peak state, but their faces were all pale, and there was naturally an atmosphere of sadness among everyone.

But no one hesitated.

Several people immediately carried the wooden sedan chair. As the spiritual energy surged, rays of spiritual energy gradually emerged on the sedan chair. It was obviously not an ordinary thing, and Master Sixiang urged it with all his strength. In an instant, the entire wooden bridge turned into a stream of light, carrying most of the people away in one direction.

Only one disciple who looked to be around forty years old was left behind.

But it was not omitted.

The man closed his eyes slightly, and when he opened them again, he seemed numb.

Soon, there were a few swish sounds.

Figures suddenly surrounded him, accompanied by various sounds.

"Look at this guy, he's so fat."

"Poor thing, poor thing, just like a puppet."

"Hey, hey, come and play together."

"Hahaha, I got you, I got you!"

“.”

Each of these voices seemed extremely confusing, sometimes like that of a child, sometimes like that of a woman, and sometimes like that of an old man. It was impossible to tell what these people were saying. Even if one listened carefully, one would feel that one's head was beginning to become a mess, as if more and more people were constantly whispering in one's ears, like a thorn in one's flesh that could not be broken free of.

Take a closer look.

How can these be called “people”?

It was simply a group of indescribable monsters, like hallucinations seen after being poisoned. There were little people floating in the air, with tentacles like water waves, and even strange-looking squirrels and rabbits, constantly twisting and surging towards the surroundings, more and more, more and more . Even a normal person would feel nauseous and confused when seeing such a scene.

However, the practitioner who stayed behind did not react at all.

He has sealed away all his emotions.

"I started practicing in the sect when I was twelve years old, and it has been three hundred and twenty-five years since then." He ignored all the strange scenes and sounds around him, and just spoke slowly in a calm tone, as if talking to himself, "Although there is no hope for eternal life, today is the end. However, this is not my fault, but a great disaster in the world. There is nothing I can do. Since I am going to die, I should die a worthy death, so that my three hundred years of hard practice will not be in vain!"

As soon as he finished speaking, surging spiritual energy suddenly burst out from his body, like a terrifying wave, released madly.

This is the final battle.

At this moment, he should have been heroic and tragic, but he was still numb. He knew that he was dying and knew his own ending, but even in this final moment, he could not show any emotion and could only fight numbly and watch it all numbly.

However, under the protection of the halo of the wooden sedan, those who were able to release their emotions a little bit gritted their teeth.

"After Senior Brother Mu Huan, it's my turn now." A man who looked to be about 40 years old said in a low voice, "In just 20 years, more than a hundred senior brothers have sacrificed their lives. When all of us die in the battle, Master and those millions of people will just be waiting to die. What's the point of living like this?"

"Musin!" Si Xiang suddenly shouted, "Watch your emotions!"

The man named Musin was shocked. When he looked again, he found that one of his arms had become stretched and soft without him knowing when, just like a reflection in the waves.

As expected, we cannot be careless in the slightest.

But even when his brother, who was three hundred years old, died in battle to cover the rear, he could not feel even a little bit of sadness? Even a little bit of frustration? What was the meaning of living like this? It would be better to die in battle with great fanfare, or to fall into depravity like this, rather than living such a meaningless life.

He saw that the limbs of his few remaining nephews had begun to twist and deform, and his entire body was rapidly changing in the direction of becoming illusory and inhuman.

The four elephants could only raise the swords in their hands.

The rest of the people turned their heads away, but still had no expression on their faces. They had to control their emotions.

This is not the first time such a situation has occurred. What's worse is that even though it has reached such a cruel level, they still have to endure it.

Because even despair cannot be possessed.

(End of this chapter)