Chapter 105 Saved! (Ch 105)

In the distance, the army of undead was dark and massive, like a dark cloud covering the sky, bringing a heavy sense of oppression.

Near the exit of the valley, the human warriors looked dazed, their eyes full of despair.

Xia Yunxi bit her lips tightly, a cold light flashing in her eyes. She suddenly drew out and swung the flying sword, and the sword drew a cold arc in the air.

She tapped the ground with her toes, her body flew into the air, and she took a step towards the undead army.

The tip of the sword pointed straight ahead, and light blue ice flames flickered around the sword body. That was the product of the combination of her innate extreme cold ice flame and the scorching sun sword energy.

She wielded her sword with all its might, and every strike of her sword carried a bone-chilling chill.

The undead were hit by the sword energy, their movements became slow, and a thin layer of ice quickly covered their bodies.

However, she could no longer control the flying sword to carry out long-range attacks as freely as before.

She could only rely on the sharp sword to charge left and right among the undead and fight hard.

Every time she swung the sword, she consumed a lot of her physical strength. Her breathing gradually became heavy and beads of sweat appeared on her forehead.

Irene is no longer fighting on the periphery. With her abilities, she is more suitable for treating the wounded in the center and minimizing the casualties of the human race.

In the human race’s position, the young geniuses of the human race had empty eyes and repeated their actions mechanically.

Someone swung a sword and chopped fiercely. The blade cut through the air, making a sharp whistling sound.

Some people held their staffs tightly and muttered something in a low and obscure voice.

Beside them, the priests in charge of treatment kept casting spells. Soft light flowed over the wounded, and their wounds healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

A young man’s arm was cut by the undead’s bone knife, and blood gushed out, but he seemed not to feel the pain and continued to wave his weapon.

The priest next to him immediately performed a healing spell. Light enveloped the wound, the bleeding stopped, and the wound slowly healed.

The boy didn’t say thank you or pause, but turned around and went back to the battle.

Their movements were numb, like a group of puppets being controlled. They were tireless and fearless, and only knew how to mechanically carry out orders.

Attack, attack, and attack again.

Heal, heal, and heal again.

The entire battlefield was filled with a strange atmosphere.

The only belief that supported them to continue resisting was Mo Yingchen.

……

A setting sun quietly appeared on the horizon, but no one appreciated its golden light.

The mountains in the distance outlined hazy contours in the evening light.

Irene stood there, the staff in her hand emitting a soft light.

She raised her hand, and holy light shone down, covering the injured humans around her.

The wound healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, but there was no joy on the face of the recovered person.

Irene’s gaze always stayed on the distance, looking at the direction where Wang Yi disappeared, and the despair in her eyes was growing.

“Is it still too late?”

She whispered softly, with an imperceptible tremor in her voice.

The human race can no longer hold on.

Even Yang Kun had been admitted to the central hospital for treatment.

The price was that without his fighting power, the human race’s defense line was almost torn apart by the undead.

In the end, it was the three of them who blew themselves up with the determination to die, thus buying time for the human race.

Despair spread in my heart like a tide.

Irene even felt that Wang Yi might not come back at all.

But as the core of the group, she knew that she could not fall.

Once she gave up, the human race’s battle circle, which was barely maintained by the hope of survival, would be destroyed by the undead in an instant.

“Everyone, hold on a little longer! Wang Yi should be back soon.”

Irene pulled herself together and shouted loudly.

Everyone had a blank expression on their faces, and there was no ripple at all.

This was the nth time that Irene had drunk too much.

They have become numb.

Many people even slowed down the movements of releasing skills.

The sword in the hand of a warrior hung limply, his eyes were dull, as if he had lost his soul.

The spells uttered by the mages became intermittent, and the power of their skills was not as strong as before.

A seriously wounded archer tried to pull the bowstring with trembling hands, but he had no strength to do so.

The arrow slipped from his hand and fell to the ground, making a crisp sound, which was particularly harsh in this noisy battlefield.

No one complained, no one shouted, no one even spoke.

They all knew very well that it was purely due to their own lack of vision that they had come to this point.

If they hadn’t falsely accused Mo Yingchen…

If they hadn’t trusted the traitor Meng Xiangrui…

If they had been a little calmer then…

Maybe everything will be different.

Several wounded soldiers whose spiritual power had been completely exhausted closed their eyes with deathly pale faces, quietly waiting for death to come.

……

Irene’s gaze never left the distance, never left.

Suddenly, she noticed that there seemed to be a figure running on the top of the distant mountain.

She shook her head vigorously, thinking that she had been fighting for too long and was hallucinating.

However, when she looked again, the figure was getting closer and closer.

Mo Yingchen and other four have arrived!

“Everyone hold on a little longer, Mo Yingchen, he’s coming!”

The moment Irene discovered those people, she shouted again.

But no one responded to her.

Everyone was either releasing their skills numbly, or had completely given up hope and was lying there waiting to die.

No one cared about her encouragement anymore.

Irene’s body trembled slightly, and she raised her voice again: “I’m telling the truth, everyone look up, it’s in that direction!”

She pointed into the distance, her voice filled with a hint of urgency.

Everyone was stunned, and a glimmer of hope rekindled in their eyes.

They looked in the direction of Irene’s finger.

Sure enough, in the distance, four people were running towards this side at an astonishing speed.

“It’s true!”

“Wang Yi is back, and he brought Mo Yingchen back with him! We are saved!”

The hoarse voices of the crowd rose one after another.

In an instant, everyone seemed to see a beam of light shining from the direction of the four people in the distance, dispelling the haze in their hearts.

Outside the human battle circle, undead creatures kept waving bone knives, slashing wildly, and roaring sounds were endless.

A petite figure suddenly appeared in the center of the battle circle.

It was Ling Wei. Seeing that the human race was in danger, she used space transfer to teleport here first.

Mobilizing the power of space, spatial slashes flew around her, strangling the surrounding undead creatures.

The pressure on the human warriors suddenly decreased, and they took the opportunity to catch their breath and adjust their state.

Immediately afterwards, another figure appeared beside Ling Wei.

Wang Yi quickly took out a talisman from his arms, muttered something, and the talisman burned and turned into a golden light.

The golden light spread rapidly, forming a huge light shield that enveloped all human beings.

The attacks of the undead creatures landed on the light shield, causing ripples, but were unable to break through the defense.