Darkness surged like a tide, swallowing the last ray of light.

The thick mist rolled in front of everyone, like a dormant beast, with a disgusting smell in its breath.

From the boundless darkness, a deep roar came, trembling with the eardrums, as if there was something terrifying to be ready to move.

Fear lingers on everyone's heart like a vine, but no one takes a step back.

Xiaohong held the dagger in her hand tightly, her knuckles turned white, but her eyes were firm and without any wavering.

Luo Xiaoyu was even more eager to try, and the long sword in her hand buzzed, as if she couldn't wait to drink blood.

After experiencing the previous test of life and death, they have long been reborn and are no longer the weak girls they used to be.

Doctor Zhang covered his injured arm and looked pale, but he still stood firmly in the team, ready to face new challenges.

Even Grandma Lin held her crutch tightly, and a slight of determination flashed in her turbid eyes.

"What should I do?" Luo Xiaoyu looked around, and the thick fog blocked her vision, making her feel uneasy, "How can I get to this ghost place?"

"If you act separately, you may find a way out sooner." Zhang Langzhong suggested that his voice seemed a little weak due to blood loss, but he was extremely calm.

"No!" Xiaohong immediately retorted, "It's too dangerous to separate. We should concentrate our efforts and take care of each other."

For a moment, everyone fell into a debate.

Some people agree with Zhang Langzhong's proposal, believing that dispersed actions can improve efficiency; some people support Xiaohong, believing that unity is the key to survival.

The tense atmosphere spread between the crowd, and the thick fog seemed to feel this uneasiness, rolling even more violently.

The old man in white was silent. He quietly observed the surrounding environment and listened carefully to every subtle sound coming from the darkness.

After a long time, he slowly spoke: "Don't argue, let's go together. Xiaohong, Luo Xiaoyu, you are walking in front, Doctor Zhang is in the middle, Grandma Lin, you are following me."

Everyone stopped arguing, and immediately lined up according to the instructions of the old man in white, held the weapons in his hand, and stepped into the endless darkness carefully.

The thick fog instantly swallowed them, and they couldn't see their five fingers. Only the sound of each other's breathing and heartbeat echoed in the darkness.

"Wait..." Luo Xiaoyu suddenly stopped. She felt something touching her legs, cold and sticky, making her shudder.

"What's wrong?" Xiaohong asked nervously.

Luo Xiaoyu trembled and raised the torch in her hand. With the faint light of the fire, she saw under her feet...

In the thick fog, Luo Xiaoyu's torch illuminated his feet, and there was a broken body, ragged, bloody and tragic.

The screams of fear echoed in the thick fog, and everyone was instantly alert, forming a circle back to back, and the weapon was tightly held in their hands.

"Enemy attack!" Zhang Langzhong shouted, and the silver needle in his hand flashed with a cold light.

Almost at the same time, countless black shadows rushed out of the thick fog and rushed towards everyone like ghosts.

Swords and swords, screams one after another.

These black shadows act quickly and act ruthlessly, and their moves are fatal.

Zhao Blacksmith was the first to be hit. He waved the hammer with great force, but his fists were hard to match four hands. He was soon pierced by several sharp blades and fell to the ground with a bang.

Blood splattered on Grandma Lin's face. The old man was trembling, but he still held the crutch tightly and refused to fall down.

Elder Chen tried to use a talisman to resist, but the black shadow seemed to be immune to the spell, and the talisman fell to the ground like waste paper.

He closed his eyes in despair, waiting for death to come.

Li Huneng's hunting knife drew cold lights in the dark night. He fought hard, but in the end he was outnumbered. His arm was cut off with a knife and he fell to the ground screaming.

Xiaohong and Luo Xiaoyu fought side by side. Their swordsmanship cooperated tacitly and resisted the attack of the black shadow for a moment.

But their physical strength is rapidly exhausted and their breathing is getting faster and faster.

The man in white and the swordsman in blue were like two lightning bolts, shuttled through the crowd. Their swordsmanship was exquisite and could take away a life with every move.

But there were too many black shadows, and they gradually felt overwhelmed.

The enemy's attacks became more and more fierce and cruel.

Everyone's defense gradually collapsed and fell one after another.

Xiaohong looked at her fallen partner and felt a wave of despair, tears blurred her eyes.

"Stand!" the man in white roared, his body was covered with wounds, and his clothes were stained with blood.

"How long can we... last?" The blue-shirt swordsman's voice trembled. His sword had broken, leaving only half of the hilt.

Xiaohong was in tears, and looking at the falling figures, she felt like a knife was shattered.

"No..." She choked and collapsed on the ground weakly.

Suddenly, a cold hand grabbed her shoulder.

"It's not over..." The low voice pulled Xiaohong back to reality from the abyss of despair like an echo in the deep valley.

Her eyes refocused, and saw the firm eyes of the man in white,

"Stand up!" The man in white stretched out his hand and pulled Xiaohong up from the ground.

Xiaohong felt the warmth of his palms and felt the power transmitted to her whole body.

She took a deep breath and clenched the dagger in her hand again.

"Everyone, there is a last try!" the man in white shouted, his voice piercing through the thick fog, inspiring everyone present.

Everyone seemed to be ignited by this force, and their originally desperate eyes shone again.

Xiaohong and Luo Xiaoyu fought side by side. Their swordsmanship was like two flying phoenixes, repelling one enemy after another.

Although Dr. Zhang was injured, the silver needles in his hand were still accurate, and each needle was stabbed at the enemy's vital points.

Although Grandma Lin was old, her crutches were waving like a steel stick, smashing the enemy into blood.

Although Zhao Blacksmith was seriously injured, he still tried his best to wield the iron hammer and forced the enemy back.

Elder Chen saw that everyone was so brave, so he picked up the talisman again. Although the spell was invalid, he used the talisman to ignite the enemy's clothes and create a mess.

Although Liehun lost one arm, he still held the hunting knife with his other hand and tried hard to kill the enemy.

The man in white and the swordsman in blue are like two sharp swords, shuttled through the enemy group, and each time he swung his sword, he could take several lives.

Their swordsmanship is so superb that the enemy cannot get close to him at all.

The black-armored warrior was ruthless, but he couldn't help but feel a little scared in the face of this unparalleled combat power.

The enemy's attack gradually weakens and gradually retreats.

As more and more people fell under the weapons of the crowd, the enemy finally began to defeat.

Everyone took advantage of the victory and rushed the enemy back step by step, and finally drove them into the depths of darkness.

"They must have fled to their nest!" Luo Xiaoyu shouted excitedly, her voice filled with joy of victory.

"Yes, let's go and have a look!" The man in white nodded, with a rare smile on his face.

Everyone looked at each other. They were not injured. Everyone stood up straight, with the light of victory in their eyes.

They followed the steps of the man in white and chased him all the way, and finally came to a secret cave.

"This is their nest!" Elder Chen's wise man glanced across the cave, with a hint of pride in his tone.

Everyone rushed into the cave without hesitation and found a large amount of treasures and intelligence piled up inside.

Gold, silver, jewelry, ancient books and elixirs, and even some mysterious talismans are all scattered on the ground.

Everyone was ecstatic, as if they had seen the dawn of victory.

"We succeeded!" Luo Xiaoyu shouted excitedly, her voice echoing in the cave, making people feel extremely excited.

"Yes, we succeeded!" The man in white looked at everyone, and he hugged Xiaohong tightly, and their hearts were closely connected at this moment.

"Next, we will completely dismantle their power!" said the man in white firmly, his voice echoing in the cave, as if announcing that a new journey is about to begin.

The man in white hugged Xiaohong tightly, embedded her firmly in his arms, feeling the warmth of her body, as if he wanted to incorporate her into his bones and blood.

Xiaohong also responded enthusiastically, holding his waist tightly with his hands, burying his head in his chest, feeling his powerful heartbeat.

There is no need for any words between them, and a hug is better than a thousand words. It is the love of life and death, hot and deep.

The people around them looked at them,

Grandma Lin stood not far away, her kind eyes swept across every surviving person. She was like a weathered elder, watching the children grow up in the wind and rain, and her heart was filled with pride and pride.

She raised her crutch tremblingly and leaned on the ground, making a crisp sound, as if ringing the bell of celebration for their victory.

After experiencing this life-and-death battle, everyone's feelings have become deeper, and their trust and dependence have risen to a new level.

They are no longer just travelers who meet by chance, but comrades who support each other and share life and death.

Their friendship was sublimated in blood and sweat, and became an unbreakable friendship between life and death.

The air is filled with the joy of victory and the unspeakable warm friendship.

Everyone cheered and celebrated this hard-won victory.

They successfully dismantled the conspiracy's plans and saved the entire world.

Their names will be remembered and their stories will be sung.
To be continued...