Landing in the Fantastic World

Although they managed to keep their lives, the unprecedented fear in their hearts made them limp on the ground and unable to stand up.    

Their faces were all deathly pale, their expressions lifeless.    

"I already said that we should leave this place as soon as possible, yet you all still have to wait for three days. See? Today, we might all die here."    

Fierce Son of God was the first to regain his senses, and he couldn't help but complain.    

"Let's escape now, there should still be time."    

The fear on Nangong Yunfei's face hadn't faded yet. His voice was still trembling.    

The others also nodded their heads in a daze. Escaping now was their only chance of survival.    

They were originally proud Prodigy, but this terrifying disaster had shattered all of their confidence, and they couldn't even think of fighting back.    

"Escaping? Hehe."    

Fierce Son of God sneered and said, "How can we escape? All of us have already been locked down. As long as we rush out of the city gate, I'm afraid another death ray will come. By then, who can live? I'm afraid there won't be any remains left. "    

Fierce Son of God's words caused the others to shiver in fear.    

"Then what should we do? Should we just sit and wait for death?"    

Gu Ming clenched his fists tightly, making a cracking sound. He did not want to die at such a young age.    

"I still have something in my hands that can be exchanged for a chance of survival."    

Fierce Son of God looked at the crowd and said, "However, it is not the time yet. We still have to wait."    

Hearing this, everyone revealed a look of surprise and hope once again appeared in their hearts.    

"Brother Lie, there's really someone like you. If you can really escape this time, Brother Lie, you will be my, Nangong Yunfei's, big brother."    

"Count me in. Brother Lie will also be my, Gu Ming's, big brother in the future."    

"Me too!"    

...    

For a moment, everyone patted their chests and recognized Fierce Son of God as their big brother.    

The corner of Fierce Son of God's mouth curled up slightly. This was the result he wanted.    

Originally, he could choose to run away by himself without caring about their lives.    

However, in two months' time, it would be the Xin Huo Conference of the Burning Sky Pavilion. At that time, the Pavilion Master would choose the next successor.    

His talent was outstanding, and he was the most popular candidate for the next successor.    

However, he still had a senior brother who was equally talented, and he had a deep relationship with many elders and deacons in the sect.    

If he really wanted to compete, it would be very difficult for him, who had no connections in the sect, to compete against his senior brother.    

Therefore, he wanted to use this opportunity to establish a connection with the six Prodigies that came from the various major powers.    

At that time, if he could obtain the support of these major powers, the heir of the Burning Sky Pavilion would surely not be able to escape from his grasp.    

At this moment, Mu Yu and Duanmu Qingling had already arrived.    

"Master Mu!"    

Less than thirty soldiers cried when they saw Mu Yu.    

Although they were all iron-blooded warriors who did not fear death, they had to die a clear death.    

If they were like their comrades, they could not even resist and would turn into nothingness.    

It was really hard for them to accept.    

What was even more terrifying was that they didn't even know what the enemy looked like or where he was.    

This wasn't a battle to the death!    

This was simply courting death!    

Mu Yu's eyes were also somewhat sorrowful. If he did not give the order to enter the city, perhaps so many soldiers would not die here.    

He really wanted to say some words to comfort them, but at this moment, it was like a fishbone stuck in his throat, and he could not say anything.    

"You guys find a place to hide. Leave the rest to me."    

Mu Yu gazed into the distant horizon. He clenched his fists tightly, and a sharp light shot out from his eyes.    

He did not believe in the heavens or fate. No matter how great the danger was, what was there to be afraid of?    

One man and one sword was enough to break it!