Long River Eternity

The group flew for only a short while and just crossed a not very high mountain.

At this moment, Huang Jie, a member of the Kaijiang team who had been silent all the time and was at the end of the team, suddenly shouted in a deep voice: "Look down!" There was urgency in his voice.

Hearing the sound, everyone looked down. Everywhere they looked, the ground seemed soaked in blood, flowing like a river. Densely packed corpses lay on the ground, a gruesome scene unfolding like a scene from hell.

"This is the army from Qitian Pass!" Bai Jun exclaimed, and before he finished speaking, he swooped down like an arrow.

The others followed closely behind, transforming into streaks of light and shadows as they sped towards the ground.

When we landed, we could feel that the scene before us was even more shocking than when we looked down from the sky.

Each corpse was torn to pieces by monsters. On those faces, pain and sorrow were intertwined, solidified into expressions of despair before death, telling of endless fear and unwillingness.

Thousands of corpses filled the view, with body parts scattered everywhere.

However, what is puzzling is that there are very few signs of fighting at the scene, as if everyone had collectively given up resistance when death approached and just waited for the verdict of fate.

"It's the world-destroying fear zone just now!" Wuqiu glanced around with sharp eyes and soon saw the clues.

He looked solemn and said in a deep voice, "The army of Qitian Pass was chasing the beasts all the way, but they never expected to be suddenly dragged into the illusion by the disaster-inducing world-destroying fear domain.

Bewildered by the illusion, they lost their ability to resist and allowed the beasts to tear them apart and slaughter them at will.

Even if some individuals possess exceptionally strong willpower and manage to struggle to regain consciousness within the illusion, they will ultimately be outnumbered by the surging beasts and ultimately face a tragic end, their deaths."

"what!!!!"

From the side came the White Army's hoarse shouting, voices filled with anger, regret and sadness.

"It's all my fault! It's all my fault! Five thousand, five thousand lives! If I hadn't been so reckless, you wouldn't have died in such a miserable way! I'm not worthy of being the commander-in-chief, let alone living in this world!"

At this moment, the White Army collapsed to their knees on the ground as if struck by lightning, tears streaming down their faces uncontrollably.

He was holding tightly the mutilated body of a young man, with only the upper half of his body remaining.

On that young face, the expression of despair and fear was still frozen, as if time had stopped at the moment of death.

He had not yet closed his eyes, staring straight at the White Army, as if with endless resentment and resentment, silently accusing: why could not save himself from this hopeless place.

The cries of the White Army echoed in the silent air. Each cry was like a sharp blade, cutting into his own heart and also cutting through this heavy and depressing atmosphere.

"Master Bai, no one expected that the ancient demon tribe was so much more intelligent than the current demon beasts. We fell into the trap due to negligence. We are all responsible. You don't have to take all the blame on yourself." Qi Wugui comforted softly.

"Yes, now is not the time to indulge in self-blame. The most urgent thing is to notify the headquarters as soon as possible and send people to properly bury these heroically sacrificed soldiers." Zhan Qi Yu said in a steady voice.

"That's right, now is not the time to blame yourself." Bai Jun spoke slowly in a low voice.

He gently put down the lifeless body in his arms, his movements so gentle as if he was afraid of disturbing the soldier's final peace.

Then, he slowly stood up, a look of determination flashing in his eyes. "Back then, all my teammates died in battle, and I survived alone. This time, no matter what the outcome, I will avenge you!"

As Bai Jun spoke, a strong murderous intent emanated from him.

The murderous intent that had long since dried up was now like blood-colored smoke, swirling and rising around him, as if to completely ignite the atmosphere of sadness.

Bai Jun, who had been facing away from the crowd, slowly raised his hands and gently covered his tearful eyes.

He turned around and wiped away all the tears on his face with force.

The next second, a pair of blood-red eyes appeared in front of everyone. The anger and sorrow in those eyes seemed to burn the whole world.

At the same time, a pair of blood-red eyes appeared behind Bai Jun.

As the murderous intent on him grew stronger, a human silhouette began to appear around the blood-red-eyed figure.

Although the human figure appears much dimmer than the blood-red eyes shining with red light, the chilling murderous intent emanating from it is chilling.

He was like a Shura from hell, about to step into this bloody battlefield with endless anger and hatred.

"Wu Gou, there's something wrong with him." Zhan Qi Yu turned his head and said to Qi Wu Gou in a low voice.

At this moment, the White Army let out a hoarse roar like a broken gong: "Kill!" As soon as the voice fell, he was about to fly into the air towards the north.

"Stop him!" Zhan Qi Yu shouted.

In an instant, everyone rushed towards the White Army like arrows, reaching out their hands to try to pull him back from mid-air.

However, the human-shaped shadow behind Bai Jun slowly turned his head, a red light flashed in his bloodshot eyes, and an extremely fierce murderous intent rushed towards him like a surging tide.

At this time, everyone was already exhausted and had no ability to resist the invasion of murderous intent. They were shocked and flew backwards, falling heavily to the ground.

At this critical moment, Wu Pokong appeared above Bai Jun's head like a flash of lightning. He was agile, stretched out his palm, and pressed down towards Bai Jun's chest with an indomitable momentum.

"Get out!" The White Army roared with his eyes wide open.

Two blood-red beams of light suddenly shot out from the blood-red eyes behind him, like two blood-red dragons with bared fangs and claws, and hit Wu Pokong's palm directly.

Wu Pokong's attack actually paused slightly under the fierce bombardment of the blood-colored light column. This tiny change made a hint of surprise flash in Wu Pokong's eyes.

"Oh." Wu Pokong was secretly surprised. Although he did not use his full strength, he did not expect that Bai Jun, who was seriously injured and had not yet recovered, had such ability to block his attack.

He frowned slightly, then increased the pressure.

The blood-red light column finally couldn't bear the weight under Wu Pokong's increasing strength and shattered like broken glass.

And Wu Pokong's palm also pressed heavily on Bai's chest.

Wu Pokong firmly suppressed the White Army with one hand, like a high mountain, leading the White Army to fall rapidly.

When he was about to approach the ground, Wu Pokong skillfully retracted his strength and simply pressed Bai Jun firmly to the ground without causing him any damage.