They looked at the once arrogant men in black, but now they fled like a broken dog, and their hearts were filled with a sense of accomplishment.

Luo Xiaoyu excitedly waved the short sword in his hand and made a crisp laugh; Zhao Blacksmith also stood up with difficulty, waving the hammer in his hand, as if celebrating their victory; even Doctor Zhang, who usually frowns, showed a faint smile on his face.

They clearly felt that after this period of training, their strength has indeed been greatly improved.

Xiaohong snuggled tightly beside the man in white, feeling the warmth coming from him.

The man in white lowered his head and looked at her gently, while Luo Xiaoyu was supported by Wang Liehuo. Although both of them were injured, their faces were filled with bright smiles.

Liehuo patted his chest, smiled honestly, encouraged each other with warmth.

Just when everyone thought the overall situation was settled and was about to celebrate victory, a cold voice suddenly sounded, like a demonic sound from hell, making people shudder.

I saw a man wearing black armor slowly walking out of the depths of the dense forest.

His eyes were like poisonous snakes, cold and murderous intent, and a powerful sense of oppression was emitting a terrifying feeling of fear.

Every time he took a step, the ground seemed to be shaking slightly, and the air seemed to solidify.

Everyone looked at him in shock, their hearts filled with doubts and fear. They didn't understand why such a powerful enemy appeared. They even felt that they didn't even have the power to fight.

The leader in black slowly raised his hand, and the black gloves were shining with a metallic luster. A sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth and said in a gloomy tone: "The game has just begun..."

The appearance of the leader in black was like a dark cloud covering the sun, instantly dispersing the joy that had just risen.

Xiaohong held the sleeves of the man in white tightly, and her knuckles turned white. She could feel the body of the man in white tightening, which was a reaction that she would only face when facing a strong enemy.

Luo Xiaoyu's smile froze on her face, replaced by deep vigilance. Her originally lively eyes were full of vigilance.

Liehun's honest smile disappeared, replaced by a solemn expression. He held the hunting knife in his hand tightly, and sweat was oozing from his rough skin.

Grandma Lin held Doctor Zhang's hand tightly, and her old body trembled slightly. She seemed to feel an unprecedented crisis.

The trees around seemed to feel the oppression emitted by the man in black, no longer making rustling sounds, and the air became solemn and depressing.

The dense forest, which should have been singing and fragrant with birds, is so gloomy that it is as gloomy as hell, making people shudder.

"Hmph!" The leader of the man in black snorted coldly, like a summoning from hell. He moved, his body was like a ghost, and he instantly appeared in front of everyone.

The long black knife in his hand flashed with a cold light, slashing through the air and making a harsh whistle.

Wherever the blade passes, there are dark cracks left, like black lightning, which makes people feel heart-pounding.

The attack of the leader in black was fierce and weird, and each move was filled with the breath of death.

Luo Xiaoyu was the first to be attacked. She waved the dagger in her hand and tried to block it, but was easily shaken by the leader of the man in black. The dagger came out and flew into the distance.

Li Huowen roared, raised his hunting knife and slashed at the leader of the man in black, but was kicked away by him and hit the tree trunk heavily, making a dull sound.

Everyone fought back hard. Blacksmith Zhao waved his hammer and smashed the leader of the man in black, but was shaken away by his palm. The hammer hit the ground heavily, causing the ground to tremble slightly.

Master Lingyin put his hands together and recited the Buddha's name silently, trying to influence the leader of the man in black with Buddhism, but was blocked by the cold air emitted by his body, and the Buddha's name dissipated weakly in the air.

Wang Hunter waved the bow and arrow in his hand, and the arrow shot towards the leader of the man in black like a meteor, but he easily avoided it. The arrow was nailed to the trunk of a tree, making a crisp sound.

Elder Chen frowned. He tried hard to recall the records in ancient books, hoping to find the weaknesses of the leader of the man in black.

He tried to observe the actions of the man in black and wanted to find out the rules. However, the attack of the leader of the man in black was unstructured, and each move was unexpected and elusive.

Just as Elder Chen was concentrating on observing, the leader of the man in black suddenly hit a fierce palm wind, overturning him to the ground.

The leader of the man in black sneered again, and he slowly raised his hand, the long black knife whirled in his hand, and the air seemed to become more viscous.

"Next..." His voice was low and hoarse, like a devil's whisper, "...it's time to harvest."

Blood splattered, dyeing the ground red and dyeing everyone's clothes red.

Liehuo covered his chest, and blood kept pouring out from his fingers. He fell to the ground in pain, his face pale as paper.

A deep hole was cut through the arm of the blacksmith Zhao, and blood flowed. He gritted his teeth and endured the pain, but was unable to lift the heavy hammer again.

Master Lingyin's cassock was cut, revealing a blood-seeking wound. He sat cross-legged on the ground, muttering something, but he could not stop the leader of the black-clad man from pressing step by step.

Wang Liewo was stabbed in the leg, and blood stained his pants' legs red. He fell to the ground and moaned in pain.

The air was filled with a strong smell of blood, which made people sickened.

The originally green grass has now been stained with blood, like a Shura hell.

The strength of the people was severely weakened, and they fell to the ground one by one, moaning in pain, unable to fight again.

The leader of the man in black stood in a pool of blood, like a god of death from hell, his long black knife dripped blood and shining with a terrifying light.

Xiaohong held the sleeves of the man in white tightly, her body trembling slightly, her eyes full of fear and despair.

She looked at her companion who was lying in a pool of blood, and her heart felt powerless.

Hope seems to have become out of reach.

The leader of the man in black approached step by step, and the long sword in his hand was raised high, and a cold light flashed on the blade.

The shadow of death enveloped everyone, and the breath of despair filled the air.

At this critical moment, Luo Xiaoyu, who had been timid and afraid of things, suddenly screamed. She rushed towards the leader of the man in black regardless of everything. The broken sword in her hand was like a bolt of lightning, stabbing the throat of the leader of the man in black.

Everyone looked at this scene in shock, not understanding why Luo Xiaoyu suddenly became so brave.

Luo Xiaoyu's actions were completely beyond the expectations of the leader of the black man. He had to withdraw the long sword in his hand to block Luo Xiaoyu's attack.

This short moment created a precious opportunity for everyone.

Li Huowen endured the pain, picked up the hunting knife on the ground, and rushed towards the leader of the man in black again.

Blacksmith Zhao also struggled to stand up, waved the broken hammer in his hand, and joined the battle.

Master Lingyin silently recited the Buddha's name, and a golden light emanated from him, illuminating the entire dense forest.

The man in white looked at what was happening in front of him, and he slowly raised his hand and felt the energy flowing in the air...

"Can't it..." he murmured to himself, "this is..."

The man in white had a flash of light in his eyes, the air flowed all over his body, and his clothes flew.

A crystal clear sword appeared out of nowhere in his hand, the sword body exuded a faint cold air, and the tip of the sword pointed directly at the leader of the man in black.

"This is...'Tianshuang Sword Art'!" He shouted softly, his body as lightning as lightning, instantly approaching the leader of the man in black.

A sword light flashed, and a sharp sword energy broke out into the air and hit the chest of the man in black.

The leader of the man in black groaned and flew backwards like a kite with broken strings, and fell heavily to the ground. The long black knife came out of his hand and inserted into the ground, and the blade buzzed.

He covered his chest, blood gushed out of his mouth, his face full of pain, and his originally arrogant aura disappeared in an instant.

Seeing this, everyone was very energetic.

Luo Xiaoyu waved the broken sword, and the sword energy was like a rainbow, and he grabbed the throat of the leader in black.

Li Liehu endured the severe pain, and the hunting knife slashed hard at the leg of the leader in black with the whistling wind.

Blacksmith Zhao roared angrily, and the broken hammer hit the head of the man in black like a meteorite.

Master Lingyin clasped his hands together and muttered something. A golden light enveloped the leader of the man in black, limiting his movements.

The king hunter pulled the bowstrings and the arrows shot at the leader of the man in black like raindrops.

The leader of the man in black was struggling under the siege of the crowd, and was surrounded by danger.

New wounds continued to add to his body, and blood dyed his clothes and the ground red.

His breathing became rapid, his movements became slow, and his originally fierce offensive became weak and weak.

Xiaohong looked at the man in white with heartache. The man in white looked pale and a trace of blood oozed out of the corners of his mouth, but he gave Xiaohong a strong smile.

Blacksmith Zhao and Liehuo Liehuo supported each other, both of them were wounded, but their eyes were full of determination.

Everyone encouraged and looked after each other, showing incomparable unity and warmth in difficulties.

Just when everyone thought victory was in sight, the leader of the man in black suddenly roared to the sky, and a powerful black air flow gushed out of his body, shaking everyone out.

"Hahahaha..." He let out a creepy laugh, "Do you think... can defeat me like this?" He slowly raised his right hand, and a black energy condensed in the palm of his palm, emitting a suffocating sense of oppression.

"Feeling...despair!"

Black energy swept over like a raging wave, and with a destructive aura, it hit everyone hard.

Master Lingyin's golden light was instantly swallowed, and everyone flew backwards like a kite with broken strings and fell to the ground hard.

"Puff..." Xiaohong squirted out a mouthful of blood, and a severe pain came from her chest. She struggled to get up, but found that her limbs were weak and her whole body was sore.

Luo Xiaoyu's body was also scratched. She covered her hot arms. Grandma Lin's crutch fell to the ground. She hunched over and kept coughing.

Doctor Zhang was dressed in rags, and blood was oozing from the corners of his mouth. He barely stabilized his body, but his eyes were extremely solemn.

The man in white looked paler. He knelt on one knee, holding the sword in his hand, trying to support his body.

Liehuo and Zhao Blacksmith also fell to the ground, their bodies covered with blood marks, and they looked embarrassed.

The surrounding environment seemed to fall into the abyss of death, and the black energy surged in the air, so depressing that it made people breathless.

"We... cannot give up!" Zhao Blacksmith said with difficulty, his voice hoarse.

Liewo nodded, he gritted his teeth and struggled to stand up.

A trace of firmness flashed in Xiaohong's eyes, and she looked at the man in white.
To be continued...