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After fighting monsters in the cave until the end, his memory became very vague, and he didn't know exactly what happened, only a vague approximation.

This time it was completely different, from beginning to end his consciousness was very clear, following the small fragment of consciousness, shuttling in mid-air, burning the surrounding ghost energy and fine white "bugs", turning their energy into his own, constantly moving forward, attacking the entire space.

His surroundings were completely surrounded by pitch-black flames, and he couldn't see anything else, only relying on a rough sense to move forward.

He didn't have to worry about it, although his own demon didn't have any common sense, he had more basic combat experience than anyone else, and he would never make such a stupid thing as a mistake in judgment on the battlefield. He was more worried about whether the captain would believe him and whether he would do what he told him.

But it's useless to worry about this now, if the captain misjudges and is unwilling to follow the path he has opened, he can't do anything. For saving people, he has always insisted on doing his best, but never forcing it. He is not a savior, he will not take it as his responsibility to save the people in the world, people who can see with his eyes encounter ghost disasters, he will try his best to help if he can, as for the others, he can't care so much.

Ming Chuan didn't think about this, he just concentrated on burning the ghost qi, releasing energy, squeezing the space, and forcibly tearing a passage in this space.

It's harder than you think.

He had done a similar period before, but the exit needed that time was not too big, as long as he and Yinglan could get through. This time, dozens of times more exports are needed than before.

Not only is the exit requirement larger, but this time the space also seems to be more complete than the previous one, more closed, and more aggressive.

Ming Chuan could clearly feel the squeeze of the surrounding space, and he could feel that for his behavior, the whole space was trembling with anger, exerting all the pressure on him, trying to crush him into powder.

Under this pressure, Mingchuan only felt that he was about to run out of breath.

However, he knew very well that this breathless feeling of oppression was just an illusion, and that his body was not outside of his consciousness, and that there was still some distance from his consciousness. Just a small fragment of consciousness does not produce this sense.

He must abandon this senseless illusion and have no distractions in order to release his energy to the fullest.

He simply converged all his senses, did not see, did not hear, did not perceive, and moved forward completely by intuition, concentrating all his will on the control of energy.

Under his deliberate control, the energy burned even more fiercely.

The space was opened.

But it's not enough, it's not enough.

He couldn't sustain it with his own energy alone, but fortunately he had other options.

Before, he noticed that his actions attracted the ghosts in the surrounding environment and those white "bugs"-like things, although the energy contained in these things was not high, it was better than the number of them, and they could be constantly replenished to make up for the lack of energy.

Relying on the replenishment of these energies and his own ghost qi, Ming Chuan continued to burn the ghost flames, burning the gaps in the space bigger and deeper.

The space is constantly resisting, and the pressure generated is becoming more and more intense.

Ming Chuan could feel the fragments of his consciousness being kneaded and torn, almost crushed.

Just when he felt that he was about to lose his bearing, suddenly, a voice came from a distance.

"This way, this way. ”

This voice is a little deep, a little low, and it sounds very familiar, but at that moment of crisis, Ming Chuan didn't remember where he had heard it for a while.

Is it friend or foe, is it coming to his aid, or is it another trap?

Ming Chuan didn't have time to think about it, and with his intuition, he rushed in the direction where the voice came from.

The ghost flame became faint under the crushing of space, and he knew that he was about to reach his limit even with the replenishment of other energies.

At this moment, a sudden stream of heat came from ahead, and immediately after, a rich energy merged into his ghost flame.

This energy is extremely powerful and abundant, different from the energy of the ghost qi, with a vigorous vitality.

It's the energy of anger.

Someone was helping him.

No matter who the other party was, helping him at this time really saved his life. Not only saved him, but also the other passengers on the plane.

Ming Chuan didn't think much about it, at this moment, the first thing to do was to successfully escape this space, and everything else could be postponed.

The energy of qi is different from that of ghosts, and it is generally difficult to mix them together, but at this time, Mingchuan's ghost energy is burning, and after the qi merges, it directly turns into fuel and becomes a part of the flames.

With this newly influential energy, Mingchuan mustered up his strength and made the final sprint.

He didn't hesitate, he simply released all the energy completely.

He could hear the roar in his ears, he could feel the heat of the flames, he could see the black rolling in his eyes, and he could feel the impact of the burst of energy.

As if he had been caught in the heart of a big explosion, Ming Chuan felt that his consciousness was constantly tumbling and tearing with the air currents generated by the explosion, being blown to one side for a while, and being pulled to the other side for a while, constantly spinning.

When everything calmed down, he only felt extremely relaxed, and his whole body seemed to be immersed in the warm spring water, lazy, and just wanted to sleep motionless until he was old.

The tiredness set in quickly and soon spread to all the limbs. The hands and feet are so heavy that it is difficult to move even the fingers.

The prostration after running out of energy was not unfamiliar to Ming Chuan, and he knew that he would be unable to move in a short period of time.

"Lord Mingchuan, are you alright?"

With a concerned greeting in his ears, Mingchuan wanted to answer, but he couldn't open his mouth at all.

"He's just out of strength, he'll be fine after a little rest. A man's voice answered Ying Lan in place of Ming Chuan.

That voice was very familiar, low and deep, a little hoarse, it was the same voice that opened to guide Ming Chuan in a critical situation just now.

At this time, Mingchuan also remembered who this voice belonged to.

He struggled to open his eyes, and sure enough, he saw Ashan's rugged face and huge body.

"You...... How do you ......" He found that his voice was hoarse and unbelievable, sounding so unfamiliar that he couldn't even speak a complete sentence.

"I knew you were coming to L City, so I came to pick you up. Ahsan knew what Mingchuan wanted to ask, and replied with a smile.