Several men in black were crawling towards her.
He rolled and crawled, letting out shrill cries.
“… Help… Here… He’s here… Help… Aa ...
However, before they could run a few steps, their entire bodies were torn into two, three, or even four pieces.
Blood splattered everywhere, internal organs fell to the ground, and the air was filled with a disgusting smell.
He Xi knew that she should go into the darkness to hide her breath, but she didn't know why.
Feeling the breath enveloping him from afar, he couldn't move his feet.
That aura was too brutal, too sad, too desperate, too angry and crazy.
The last man in black fled to a place only ten steps away from Hexi and uttered a sharp cry: "Save me—I don't want to die, save me—!!!"
But the next moment, he was torn in half, and his internal organs and flesh fell to the ground.
When he was torn open, his mouth was still wide open and his eyes were full of fear.
He Xi felt a strong smell of blood that made her want to vomit, and warm blood splashed on her face.
Then, the body that was torn into two pieces was thrown away, and a shadow slowly approached her in the darkness.
Low wailing and roaring, a strong smell of blood, and a burning sensation as if your skin was being scorched that you could only feel when you got close.
It was not until the black shadow stood in front of him that He Xi realized that the shadow in front of him, who roared like a beast and killed dozens of people in the blink of an eye, was actually... a human.
The black shadow approached her step by step, and the hot breath with bloody brutality burned her skin.
Those eyes that sparkled even in the dark night were exactly like the vertical pupils of a wild beast, but they exuded a blood-like color that made people shudder.
He Xi swallowed his saliva, put his slender and cold fingers on the invisible needle, and asked in a hoarse voice: "Who are you?"
In the distance, there were countless footsteps rushing towards this side.
It was obvious that the group of men in black were here to capture the man in front of them.
"Roar~~~~~~~" A roaring sound came from the black shadow's throat, mixed with the hoarse and low voice of a man and the ferocity and brutality of a beast.
The invisible needle in Hexi's hand was almost about to shoot out, when suddenly the light from the crystal in the distance was faintly projected onto the black shadow's face.
It's just a short, almost hazy interweaving of light and shadow.
He Xi's hand suddenly stopped, and his eyes widened in disbelief, "Ouyang Haoxuan?!!!"
How could it be Ouyang Haoxuan? ! !
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The time goes back to a few hours ago, when the closing ceremony of the hunting competition had not yet ended.
In a remote cave at the foot of Broken Soul Mountain, Ouyang Zhixiong opened his eyes in a daze.
The moment he regained consciousness, he felt his whole body was sore and weak as if it was about to melt, and his original Jindan stage cultivation seemed to be solidified by something and could not be used at all.
Ouyang Zhixiong looked to the side and saw several masked men in black.
There were only two people in the lead. One was wearing a white scholar's robe and had an ordinary appearance. The other was tall and wore a dark red brocade robe. He had a black mask on his face that covered most of his face.
Seeing Ouyang Zhixiong wake up, the two walked towards him, and an invisible spiritual pressure rushed towards him, making Ouyang Zhixiong shudder all over. (To be continued)