CH 131

The exit is at the foot of the Dead Mountain Range, about a dozen miles away from the Sword Pass.

Rode couldn't see any monsters coming out of the Sword Pass.

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It should be safe.

After walking out of the passage, a vast black mist once again enveloped them.

And there were not many residual lights and red tear stones left to resist the erosion.

Just when Steelhand was worried, Rode took out a handful of red tear stones from his sleeve.

This kind of thing had happened countless times, and Steelhand couldn't help but ask for the umpteenth time, "How much stuff do you still have hidden?"

Rode scratched his head, not knowing how to explain.

Annabel snorted, "His first fire seed is a black rice bucket. It's not strange that he can store things in it, right?"

Rode felt happy in his heart and smiled, "That's right, you're really smart."

Annabel sneered and disdainfully said, "Deliberately hiding his abilities, trying to win everyone's favor by saving them at critical moments, this kind of behavior is really childish, I won't be moved by you."

Fortunately, Mina had already fainted at this time, and Rode didn't care. It's fine if you say so.

Steelhand took out the star disk and carefully identified the direction, saying, "If we walk west for forty miles, we will reach the Southwind Town. If we hurry, we can arrive tomorrow."

Mole said, "Faster, I don't want to stay outside for too long. This incident is somewhat unusual."

Steelhand nodded. The whole thing felt wrong from beginning to end. It would be better to return to the royal city as soon as possible.

Just then, Rode suddenly saw a large group of light approaching them in the sky.

Soon, everyone saw it too.

Steelhand exclaimed with joy, "It should be the reinforcements! They finally came!"

Blackfish said angrily, "I will definitely question them about why they were delayed for so long!"

The group of light quickly approached them and landed in front of them.

There were a total of seven people, led by a giant who was at least three yards tall. He was wearing a set of balance robes and had dozens of spirit lamps hanging from his waist. His face was serious and cold.

He took out two silver plaques from his pocket and showed them to them.

"I am Greygrove, the captain of the reinforcements sent by the Li Guang Fortress to the Sword Pass. Who is Steelhand?"

Steelhand stepped forward, "It's me, respected Chief Justice."

Greygrove snorted, "Why did you give up the Sword Pass?"

Steelhand took a deep breath and said, "Sir, since your reinforcement letter arrived, we have been holding on for sixteen days! The Sword Pass is running out of ammunition and food, and it is impossible to hold on any longer. If we don't leave, we can only die at the Sword Pass."

Greygrove sneered, "So you're afraid of death."

Everyone showed a look of dissatisfaction, and Steelhand calmly replied, "We are not afraid of death, we are only afraid of dying in vain. May I ask, Chief Justice, it only takes three days from the Li Guang Fortress to the Sword Pass. Why did it take you sixteen days?"

Greygrove coldly said, "Shifting the blame! Avoiding the problem! Are these our soldiers? I, as the Chief Justice of Thalorian, officially announce that you are suspected of military crimes and have been arrested! Come with us!"

Steelhand remained calm and fearless, walking over and extending his hands.

"I believe that the Grand Judge and the Grand Arbiter will give us a fair judgment."

Greygrove took out silver handcuffs and personally handcuffed him, sneering, "Save your arguments for the court."

"Be careful!"

Suddenly, Rode shouted, and in his sight, the calm soul of the giant suddenly boiled, and the rapidly increasing spiritual power caused a noticeable fluctuation in the air.

"They are ghosts! They are followers of the Doomsday Cult!"

But it was too late. Greygrove's big hand had already pierced through his chest.

"Lowly creature."

He glanced at Rode and sneered.

"You have quite keen perception."

All the soldiers instantly drew their weapons.

Greygrove sneered, "It seems that you don't understand the difference in ranks and what it means to be a true high-level combatant."

He wanted to pull his hand out, but it didn't move.

"Hmm?"

Greygrove lowered his head in confusion. In his sight, Steelhand's entire body of spiritual power solidified like steel, firmly holding him in place.

"Oh, hardened spiritual power... right? How long can you control me?"

Blood dripped from the corner of Steelhand's mouth. This burly man firmly held the arm that pierced through his body, turning all his spiritual power into a static state.

Spiritual power in this state, like solidified molten steel, rejects any material changes.

And his "hardened spiritual power" characteristic would enhance this effect.

At this moment, his spiritual power had firmly locked Greygrove's entire body.

"I... won't let... you insects succeed."

Greygrove looked at him with pity.

"You foolish worms, you are only prolonging your own suffering! Six Blades, kill them all, leave none alive."

The six people behind him drew their long knives at the same time, and powerful spiritual power fluctuations rose from their bodies.

In the next moment, the six of them rushed into the crowd.

The slaughter began.The soldiers at the Sword Pass were no match for them. They didn't use any abilities, only relying on their extreme speed and super strength, which was the ultimate effect of using spiritual power.

In an instant, dozens of people fell in the team, blood flowing on the rotten land, screams and curses echoing in this silent land.

Rode summoned two treants at the fastest speed and blew the whistle. The illusion of the Dean of the Academy descended from the sky.

Only after the three summoned creatures entered the battlefield did their footsteps stop.

Treants were formidable opponents. Their bodies were extremely tough, and they had strong regenerative abilities. Even if they were cut off, they would quickly grow back. Once they entangled an enemy, the spreading branches and vines would quickly bind and strangle them, attempting to invade their spirits.

The illusion of the Dean of the Academy was definitely a melee powerhouse. Its movements were extremely swift, the staff flying up and down, opening and closing, making it difficult for the six-bladed to get close easily.

But if ignored, as long as there was a slight carelessness, the illusion would suddenly leap over and smash onto your head.

Blackfish shouted loudly, "Surround them, surround them!"

He and Raisin rushed to the forefront, creating opportunities for their teammates and the illusion.

But their barriers were too weak. Their backs were slashed, blood flowing, and the wounds were deep enough to see the bones.

Caramon kept healing them, but it couldn't withstand the newly added injuries.

Egg constantly used white mist to obstruct them in mid-air.

Teacher Mole was their mainstay. He had a huge orange-yellow eyeball on his head. As long as he stared at someone, their spiritual power would slow down more and more.

Rode knew the situation was critical. He had to kill these six people as soon as possible and then turn to attack the Grand Judge. There might still be a chance.

He stared at the six people intently, and the spiritual gun in his hand was already fully charged.

Suddenly, one person was accidentally caught by the treant. Although he immediately cut off the branches, a flaw inevitably appeared.

Rode immediately shot a bullet, and the sealing bullet hit him right in the flaw.

The person's spiritual power operation was interrupted, and he fell to the ground.

In the next moment, a spear pierced through his body from the flaw.

Rode turned his head and saw Annabel.

She was now covered in deep purple armor, with long spears inserted on her back. Strange spiritual light circulated around her, obviously all spiritual products.

Deep purple light flickered in Annabel's eyes. She drew out another spear from behind and aimed it at another person.

"Give me a second."

She said.

Rode immediately understood and found an opportunity. Another sealing bullet hit the enemy, and as soon as he fell to the ground, the spear pierced through his spiritual flaw, directly shattering his soul.

This was also a soul attack!

Moreover, she could see spiritual flaws!

Rode was overjoyed. In such intense combat, he couldn't use "Soul Strike" to go up.

Having such a partner was really great.

After killing the third person, the situation was irreversible.

Blackfish shouted angrily, "Die, die, die! You maggots!"

Under the siege of the soldiers and summoned creatures, the last three people were quickly killed.

Blackfish suddenly turned around, "You worms! You should..."

"Oh, what should I do?"

Greygrove looked at him with a smile, playing with a fresh red heart in his hand.

It was still beating, and blood sprayed from the coronary artery.

Steel Hand had fallen into a pool of blood, with a large hole in his chest, his face covered in blood and dust, and his soul dissipating.

"You... will win."

After saying the last words, his head fell into the muddy soil mixed with blood.

"Captain!"

Blackfish shouted angrily, his eyes about to burst.

"You beast, you ghost, I..."

Rode only saw a shadow flash by like lightning.

In the next moment, the giant had already grabbed his neck and lifted him up.

Blackfish's face was red, and he kicked and beat his arm frantically, but it was like a gnat shaking a tree, not moving at all.

"What are you going to do?"

He asked with a cold smile, exerting force in his hand and crushing Blackfish's neck.

"Do you think I'm really blocked?"

With a backhand throw, his body flew out of the darkness.

"Captain!"

"Captain!"

Greygrove sneered, "Since you like your captain so much, let him go, go to the Fire Heaven without pain or sorrow."

With a movement, he dashed into the crowd like lightning, spiritual light flashing in his hand. Every person he touched would be torn into two instantly, and the soldiers had almost no resistance.

But they still rushed forward one after another, desperately trying to attack the lightning-like figure.

Blood stained the earth.

Rode's mind went blank.

He tried countless times to lock onto the giant's figure, but his speed completely defied intuition. Although the Eye of the Soul captured his figure, Rode couldn't keep up.His summoned creature was of no use. The wooden puppet only distracted him for a few seconds before it was crushed into debris, never to be revived.

The phantom sank directly into the ground, never to emerge again.

Apart from running away, there seemed to be no other way.

"Despairing, are you?"

Greygrove twisted off a head, tearing apart a warrior who tried to sneak attack from behind.

"Why can't you just die honorably in the Sword Pass? Why must you trouble me to take action? You've lost the title of heroes and instead, bear the shame of deserters. Why bother?"

"And that defense commander, seeking help everywhere, sending messengers everywhere. Do you know how troublesome it is for me to intercept the letters halfway? Just taking out his heart is letting him off easy."

"That Darkleaf messenger actually had some skills, almost got away. And that Beowood, if he grows up, he might pose a threat to me. But what a pity, hahaha!"

He rambled on, seemingly enjoying their despair.

"Do you know? The most troublesome one was that queen insect. That stinking bug was busy fighting with the monsters. It took me a lot of effort to lure it away. Its frenzy was truly terrifying. Hmph... If it weren't for that, you wouldn't even have the qualification to talk to me."

"Look, look, you bunch of riffraff, how much trouble you've caused me. You, who should have been destroyed by the evil spirits, have managed to hold on till now. Congratulations, you've successfully forced out the mole who took thirty years to become a Grand Judge."

"But let me tell you, I won't be exposed. The White Tower won't find the murderer, the prophet can't find me. You are disgraceful deserters who abandoned the Sword Pass, only to die laughably under the siege of swamp rats, your bodies eaten by monsters."

"Haha, how do you like the script I've arranged for you?"

Suddenly, Greygrove turned his head.

"Old geezer, have you seen enough?"

An invisible psychic blast shot out, directly shattering the psychic eyeball above Mole's head.

Mole spat out a mouthful of blood, knelt on the ground, blood seeping from his seven orifices.

Greygrove's face suddenly darkened: "Old geezer, you're courting death!"

In Rode's view, Mole's entire soul lunged forward, trying to entangle Greygrove, pouring some yellow, filthy psychic energy into his spirit body.

Opportunity!

Rode suddenly realized.

He had a chance to kill this human tumor!

With surging hatred erupting in his heart, Rode didn't hesitate to use his strongest move!

[Spiritual Quintet]