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Just as Ye Zheng was about to use his deadly attack, his back was pierced by the steel cone s, and a bloody tip appeared on his chest.

In a split-second, Ye Zheng felt all of his energy being drained, his knees went weak and he kneeled on the ground.

"Despicable …"

Ye Zheng opened his mouth to speak, but there was blood oozing out from the corner of his mouth.

"Big Brother Ye!"

Han Ruolin's heart-wrenching wail.

"Ye Zheng..."

Gao Xiaowen had a face full of concern. At this time, if it were in exchange for Ye Zheng's life, she would have paid any price.

However, this cone had already injured the heart. How could he save it?

Xiao Chuhuan's right arm stretched out straight, her face was cold, and the steel cone had shot out from her narrow sleeves.

Inside the sleeve was an exquisite hidden weapon, its power comparable to a crossbow.

She knew clearly that if it was a face-to-face battle, based on Ye Zheng's reaction, this attack would not be effective.

However, at this time, Ye Zheng was completely focused on Lang Xi and actually succeeded in one strike.

Lang Xi stood up with difficulty, and looked at the kneeling Ye Zheng with a complicated expression.

Ye Zheng's vitality was very strong, when he raised his head, due to the intense pain, the muscles on his face twitched, but his eyes still remained firm and unyielding.

"Just now, I was able to beat you …"

Ye Zheng stuttered as he pulled the steel cone out from his body. Blood immediately gushed out.

"I've lost." "You're dead."

Lang Xi said.

Ye Zheng was not afraid of death, but he knew in his heart that if he died, Gao Xiaowen and Han Ruolin would fall into the jaws of death.

When he was close to death, he could still vividly remember the past. The scene of half a life flashed past his mind like film, Ye Zheng only felt the energy in his entire body disappearing swiftly.

"See you in hell …"

Ye Zheng said his last sentence, and with a flop, his body fell onto the ground.

A pool of blood slowly spread out.

"You guys are really heroes!"

Gao Xiaowen shouted at Lang Xi in ridicule, and then turned to look at Xiao Chuhuan: "You despicable scum, I will definitely cut your neck with my own hands!"

"Sorry."

Xiao Chuhuan did not laugh, her face was filled with fatigue.

"Now the situation has been settled."

Liu Mulin stood up while smiling, and said to Lang Xi: "I really want to call for my own use on this Ye Zheng guy, and we will do something great together. Destroying such an expert was truly a pity … But we have no choice. "

"I know."

Lang Xi's voice was hoarse and dull.

"Now, I can put on my armor."

Liu Mulin said: "Your body can't fight intensely for too long."

Ye Zheng who was on the verge of death had a strange feeling: While he was in the cold sea, the sea water was dark and turbid. His body did not have any energy at all and he slowly sank down.

Raising his head, he saw the sunlight that flowed across the sea in a trance. There was not a single trace of warmth in the sunlight, and he only felt a chill … It was bone-chilling cold.

The silence in the surroundings was frightening. Everything seemed so unreal.

Then he felt his body begin to sink faster and faster, and the sun above his head grew fainter and fainter.

Not long after, the surroundings became pitch-black. He wanted to shout, but no sound came out.

What sea is this?

It was so deep that it seemed like a nightmare that would never wake up.

"Where am I?"

Ye Zheng asked in his heart.

"Between the living and the dead."

A murky voice came from an unknown place, but it seemed to be able to read the questions in his heart.

"Where am I going?"

Ye Zheng asked in his heart.

"The Netherworld …"

The voice became clearer and clearer.

"I'm not going to any damn place!"

Ye Zheng shouted in his heart.

"You were selected from the very beginning …"

The voice seemed to be right in front of him, but Ye Zheng could not see anything.

A huge vortex appeared under Ye Zheng's feet. Thousands of hissing sounds, like countless steel needles, pierced into his eardrums.

He struggled with all his might, not wanting to be sucked into the whirlpool.

"How preposterous."

Ye Zheng thought.

Immediately after, a dim light appeared before Ye Zheng's eyes. He saw two old, mottled wooden doors, which were tightly shut. A faint green light seeped out from the crack of the door.

He knew that beyond the door was the Nether, the world of the dead — though he did not know what it looked like, it must have been a foul, chaotic, terrible place.

He quickly slid towards the wooden door.

He wanted to shout, struggle, and curse loudly, but to no avail … At this time, a human figure wearing black armor and riding a huge warhorse was standing in front of the door, motionless. The helmet tightly wrapped around the head, leaving only a narrow observation hole.

The horses were also covered in heavy armor, leaving only two holes on their heads for observation.

Ye Zheng instinctively felt that this was the "person" in front of him.

Terrifying and perfect.

"The time is not right …"

The voice that Ye Zheng heard came from the armored man's closed helmet.

"What …"

Ye Zheng was very confused.

"Hurry up …"

the armored man said.

Suddenly, a huge force grabbed Ye Zheng's shoulders and dragged him away from the old wooden door.

He felt his body rising rapidly, getting closer and closer to the ripples on the surface of the water and the flowing sunlight.

Finally, his body completely left the icy cold seawater. He coughed violently, greedily breathing in the air. The warm sun removed the cold air from his body bit by bit … "We will meet again …"

The armored man's voice became weaker and weaker.

The real world.

Lang Xi stood at the side, his expression was a little tired, his heart filled with an endless emptiness and loneliness.

Xiao Chuhuan bent down to check Ye Zheng's pulse.

She raised her head and looked at Liu Mulin, gently shaking her head.

"Let's go."

Liu Mulin said.

Xiao Chuhuan's body suddenly stiffened, and her voice became somewhat strange. "But …"

"Let's go."

Liu Mulin ordered again.

"He should be dead …"

Xiao Chuhuan's face was extremely ugly, as though there was a layer of ashes covering it.

Suddenly, Ye Zheng's body jumped up, and he became even faster and fiercer than lightning. He grabbed Xiao Chuhuan's neck, and lifted her up high.

The current Ye Zheng didn't look like he was injured at all, his entire body was filled with energy.

"Save …"

Xiao Chuhuan's legs stepped on the air, almost suffocating.

She was horrified to see that deep in Ye Zheng's eyes, there were strands of green light beams.

"You're not dead?"

Lang Xi's first impression was that Ye Zheng's heart was in the opposite direction from an ordinary person's, or was a little off. That fatal blow from the steel cone actually did not take his life.

He swept his leg out fiercely and kicked at Ye Zheng's back.

Sweeping his leg out, Ye Zheng actually disappeared from his sight, leaving Xiao Chuhuan who had collapsed on the ground.

It didn't make sense at all... Lang Xi felt a cold and gloomy air attacking from his left.

Slightly turning his head, he saw that Ye Zheng had already quickly closed in.