Shangguan Wan is his life and his faith. How could he possibly hand her over to a dangerous place?
"Fight!" Lone Eagle and his men suddenly shouted, hearing the other side's unreasonable demands. If it were anyone else, they might be sent out by the people in the base for asking for peace, but Shangguan Wan would never do that. Not only was she their boss's woman, but she was also their savior. Without Shangguan Wan, perhaps they would have died on that doomsday night, or countless restless nights, perhaps killed by zombies, or died from heat or sunburn, or died from someone's scheme. They were able to resolve all the dangers so easily, and the source was her. Without her repeated rescues, without her repeated help, it would be difficult for them to reach this point.
Everyone is thinking about Shangguan Wan's kindness. It is precisely because everything Shangguan Wan has done has touched everyone's heart that now they would rather die in battle than use Shangguan Wan in exchange for a temporary peace.
The knives in Lone Eagle's hand turned from countless to one sharp machete, and rushed directly towards the complacent zombie opposite. The zombie turned sideways, stretched out his hand and grabbed the zombie next to him, and pulled it in front of him. There was a sound of the knife piercing into the flesh, and a dark brown machete was inserted directly into the zombie's belly, and went straight through the chest. The knife stuck in the chest was inserted horizontally into the body, which showed how sharp the knife was. And this was just a knife condensed from the earth-type ability.
As soon as one of them made a move, the remaining seven also moved with the wind. They had different special abilities and showed their magical powers. The bright red fireballs, the crystal clear ice knives, the gray thunder, the green and brown vines, attacked at the same time. They coordinated well while attacking, and their positions helped each other, just like the water element standing next to the wood element, and the thunder element standing next to the fire element. Their coordination was seamless.
But it couldn't withstand the man's invulnerable body. He didn't dodge like he had just done, but simply stood there, enduring countless attacks. His intact skin showed no trace of damage, no scratches, not even a trace of black blood. The knives and fireballs that touched him seemed to be naturally blocked by something, unable to harm him.
"Be careful!" Han Lie's pupils suddenly dilated. Suddenly, several ice knives, each shimmering with black threads, appeared across from them, slicing through the air and charging towards them. The fireball in his hand suddenly condensed into a large mass and launched towards the knives. Using the fireball's speed and the knives' arc, Han Lie quickly calculated the knives' trajectory and surrounded them with his fireballs.
The hottest flame core instantly melted the ice knife. When the black object came into contact with the fireball, white smoke suddenly emerged and rose into the sky.
There is a smoky feeling, which adds to the mystery.
A tangled mass of tree roots suddenly appeared in the hands of the zombies on the opposite side, like a giant spider web, covering the sky and the earth.
"Break a hole!" Han Lie's fireballs began to change direction, all heading towards the web of trees above him. Sparks ignited at the roots, crackling with burning sounds, but the hole was not large enough to fit through even one person's head, let alone eight. The barbs on the branches were visible to the naked eye. Once they scratched the skin, infection would occur. The tips of the barbs were covered in black sap, just like a bee's sting. The poison was contained in the sting, and once it penetrated the skin, infection would occur.
Lone Eagle and his companions immediately removed their machetes and grasped them, each staring hawk-like at the overwhelming net. Hands, calloused by years of training, gripped the handles of their knives with ease. A shadow cast a shadow before their eyes. As the net drew closer, they didn't panic or tense. Instead, they stood back to back in a small, empty circle.
"Cut!" Han Lie looked at the net, which was so close that he could cut it with just a hand, and immediately gave the order. Everyone tacitly cut from the hole that Han Lie had burned. There was the sound of "crackling" of chopping trees, the sound of "rustling" of falling leaves, and the sound of knives being swung neatly.
Countless green leaves fell from above them. The leaves that seemed to have no offensive power became the most deadly things. There were also black needle-like things on the leaves. Han Lie and the others now felt that as long as they could break through the tree net, they would have a chance of survival. However, when Han Lie felt the pain on his face, he realized that he had neglected the poison on these leaves.
The leaves fluttered down from their heads and naturally landed on their bodies, faces, and arms. Han Lie looked down and saw that there were red scars on his arms to varying degrees, some of which had begun to bleed, and his clothes were also cut.
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