"Master Feng Bo, the number of Fierce Beast Riders is overwhelming!"
"They canât be killed, thereâs no end to them!"
"I donât want to go on like this anymore, I want to go home, donât kill me, donât kill me!"
For a moment, cries of despair echoed everywhere.
"Everyone shut up!"
Feng Bo looked at the chaotic situation around him, his face darkened.
Originally, they had a chance against these zombie beasts, but for some reason, the Jiu Li Warriors around him suddenly collapsed emotionally one by one.
This resulted in their complete loss of combat power.
There were Jiu Li Warriors embracing and crying in despair, and others who dropped their weapons and resigned to their fate.
Some suddenly felt fatigued and lay down, snoring in their sleep.
The originally orderly battle was pierced by this strange occurrence.
The zombies and beasts took advantage of this, launching a massacre.
In no time, the Jiu Li Warriors suffered heavy casualties.
Faced with this scene, Feng Bo was also helpless.
His skills were all in controlling Wind Power, but he wasnât adept at dealing with such uncanny methods.
Whether it was the gray fog, the endless zombie beasts, or the current insane techniques, all were beyond his control.
This gave him a suffocating feeling of being powerless.
Damn it, am I really going to die here? I havenât even seen my opponentâs face, am I going to be played to death?!
In Jiu Li history, will I be recorded as the most incompetent Great Power ever?
No, I canât just die like this; if Iâm going to die, Iâm taking them with me!
Thinking of this, Feng Boâs eyes became terrifying.
Beneath his feet, the furious wind howled, and cyan dark light enveloped him completely, resembling a sudden whirlwind.
He wanted to give it his all, to launch his final strike!
Just then, a sound of the guqin resonated suddenly.
The music was melodious and graceful, crisp and pleasing, like the sound of trickling water, easing the listenerâs hostility.
Listening to this guqin music, Feng Boâs desperate actions suddenly halted.
"What am I doing?"
"Why did I want to perish together with it?"
"I havenât even seen where its shadow is, and triggering the Wind Spiritual Power within me will only take the surviving Jiu Li Warriors down with me!"
"What am I doing!"
Not only Feng Bo but other Jiu Li Warriors also awoke.
The two previously embracing Jiu Li Warriors suddenly shivered and immediately separated.
The sobbing Jiu Li Warriors wiped their tears, suddenly feeling somewhat inexplicable.
Their emotions seemed to have collapsed and then were healed by the guqin music.
It was only then that Feng Bo heard, besides the guqin music, a faint female voice singing.
However, the singing was now covered by the music and couldnât be clearly heard.
Soon, the singing stopped, replaced by a womanâs sullen cold snort, and someone walked out of the thick gray fog.
When he appeared, all the Jiu Li Warriors on Feng Boâs side maintained a vigilant posture.
Feng Bo opened his mouth, hesitated to speak.
"Sorrows and grief, manipulated emotions can influence a personâs behavior and judgment. Strange methods often have traces to follow."
The young man speaking held a guqin, and it was undoubtedly the source of the music just now.
"First, infinite zombies and beasts wear down the opponentâs will, then at the right time, singing pulls their fragile nerves, exploding emotions, making them lose combat power completely."
"This is Fenghouâs method."
"Who are you?" Feng Bo, having believed most of it, still opened his mouth to confirm again. "Reinforcements from the Wizard Lineage?"
Han Zhan didnât speak.
After a while, a giant and powerful Jiu Li Warrior arrived guided by a peculiar small car.
Seeing this Giant, a clear transformation of a Jiu Li Warrior, the cautious crowd finally relaxed.
Li Wu panted, "I mean, why did you run so fast?"
"A bit slower and you wouldnât have met them." Han Zhan said coolly.
"A bit faster and you wouldnât have met me!"
Li Wu couldnât help but retort.
Just now, Han Zhan suddenly accelerated, catching everyone off guard.
As soon as Han Zhan departed, the zombie beasts from the gray fog seemed to find a breakthrough and launched a fierce attack.
Luckily, as a Tier Eight close-combat Jiu Li Warrior, Li Wu held off this wave, leading other Jiu Li people along the way to finally reunite with Han Zhan.
Thatâs why he was so breathless.
Han Zhan had only left briefly, yet Li Wu struggled to cope, almost drowned by the mass of zombie beasts. Itâs hard to imagine how Han Zhan managed to pave the way and eliminate obstacles alone.
Is he really a Tier Eight Cultivator? Even if Li Wu were told now that Han Zhan was a Tier Nine Ultimate Powerhouse, he would absolutely believe it!
"Feng Bo, Jiu Li Great Power." Seeing Li Wuâs form and the Jiuli clan people appearing behind, Feng Bo spoke proactively.
Li Wu shifted from Giant form and nodded toward Feng Bo.
"Li Wu, Jiu Li Great Power. The Great Chief sent us to assist you, to guard Jiu Li."
"I see, you arrived just in time." Feng Bo said this somewhat awkwardly, given that Han Zhan had just saved his life, and his words seemed a bit boastful.
He caught a glimpse of Han Zhan, relieved that the latter seemed indifferent.
"The gray fog is dense here, how will you find the way out?" Feng Bo asked.
Li Wu pointed to the quirky car behind him, "This is the Guiding Car; we can navigate through the fog with it to find an exit."
"Great! Then letâs..."
Mid-sentence, Feng Bo abruptly stopped.
Because Han Zhan suddenly moved.
He walked straight ahead, and Feng Bo and Li Wu exchanged a glance, reluctantly following.
Soon, Han Zhan suddenly halted.
A bulky monster sitting on the Bone Throne, with long slender legs and four-faced head, turned to look over.
"Fenghou!"
Seeing her, Feng Boâs expression changed dramatically.
"Damn it, Fenghou is an Eight-Tier Great Power from the Yellow Emperor Tribe, now fused with Primal forces, even an Eight-Tier Peak wouldnât be an exaggeration."
"Her methods are peculiar; even if I give it everything, I canât defeat her, we shouldâ"
Feng Bo was just about to suggest they join forces to retreat safely from Fenghou.
Before he finished, a figure moved swiftly from blurry to vanished.
Reappearing, Han Zhan, with sword in hand, was already before the Bone Throne!
A terrifying fourfold screech echoed, making everyoneâs blood surge, spiritual power disrupt, and negative emotions wildly grow.
A beam of moonlight pierced her throat.
The screech stopped abruptly.
"Is that all?" Han Zhan sheathed his sword calmly.
"Not a match for even a single blow."