On the ninth day of July in the seventeenth year of the Great Liang Taiyuan

Andrew didn't know where he was taken, it was muddy all around, and the silence was frightening. The breeze mixed with some fishy smells blew in the face, and there was a hint of coolness.

He looked around carefully, the trees were uneven and scattered, and the dwarf bushes clustered around the towering trees, lush, like a beautiful splash of ink painting.

The sun became blazing, Andrew walked carefully on the muddy ground, from time to time something unknown flew in the sky, leaving a huge shadow on the ground, there seemed to be the sound of waves in the distance, and he quickened his pace.

There were traces of fire on the ground, unburned wood was scattered everywhere, some branches were placed upside down next to it, the thick trunk was missing, the stump had obvious signs of felling, he followed the deep traces on the ground, a lake appeared in front of him, he looked far away, the endless lake water was clear and bright, and under the caress of the breeze, there were ripples. Floating by the lake was a simple raft, a few tree trunks held together in simple strings with ropes, and a rough chopped wooden paddle placed on the shore.

Andrew suddenly understood that this was the raft that Feng Chenyang had used, that is, there should be a small island in the middle of the lake, and that was where Takumi should be. He stood on tiptoe and looked in the direction of the center of the lake, his eyes full of turquoise water. He untied the rope and pushed the paddle on the shore, and the raft swayed slowly towards the middle of the lake.

He didn't go far before the tranquil water of the lake rushed to the shore in an instant, and the huge waves pushed the raft against the shore, and he climbed ashore in horror. There was nothing in the water, and calm returned after the ripples. The ghost cry in Andrew's arms had a hint of restlessness, and it was beating uneasily in his arms.

A gust of fishy wind blew from behind him, Andrew turned around, and a sky-facing sword stood behind him, half a head higher than Andrew, its fiery red eyes that seemed to be burning were glaring at him, and the fiery red crescent moon mark on his forehead was imprinted on the white fur, like a burning flame, which was particularly dazzling. There was no fear in Andrew's eyes, and he walked slowly and carefully towards Chaotian. Chaotian bared his teeth viciously, let out an earth-shattering roar, his sharp claws stretched out, and his body fell forward, which was the posture of attacking.

The ghost in Andrew's arms wept and beat violently, as if trying to break free, and a low whine came from his arms. Andrew pulled the Devil Cry out of his arms, and the Ghost Cry vibrated violently in his hand, as if trying to break free from the scabbard and break free from his palm.

Chaotian pounced violently, with the momentum of thunder, he stretched out his front paws and slapped violently, Andrew was shot far away, Chaotian raised his head to the sky and roared, the whistling sound lasted for a long time, and more whistling sounded from all directions.

Andrew's body hurt everywhere, his shoulder was cut by sharp claws, and the blood stained the robe crimson, and he struggled to stand up, the blood on his shoulder slowly running down his forearm, dripping on the damp ground.

More Chaotian Monkey gathered and surrounded Andrew in the middle, the Chaotian Crane with the mark was like a king, looking at him coldly, Bai Sensen's fangs glowing with a cold light in the sunlight.

Andrew faced the sky, endured the great pain all over his body, and slowly walked towards the leader, he pulled out the ghost cry and roared. "If you don't help us, we're all going to die. My people are dying, and I know you will help us. If you want to tear me apart, then come on!" he charged, wielding the Devil's Cry, looking helpless and tragic at the giant beasts.

The leader let out a roar of rage, and the angry fangs around him rushed towards Andrew, the fangs on his mouth as sharp as a sword.

The blood on his shoulders splattered everywhere in Andrew's indiscriminate waving, and he would never feel pain again, despair on Andrew's face, and he roared and pounced on them, opening their bloody mouths.

A drop of blood fell on the blade of the Devil's Cry, and a golden light instantly enveloped Andrew, holding Andrew's body floating in the air, and the Chaotian who was surrounding him was violently shocked far away by a huge air current, and let out a miserable scream, and no longer dared to approach......

Feng Chenyang did not dare to stay for a moment, urging his war horse to run hard in the woods, he saw the sun in the distance, and he knew that he was about to leave this disturbing place. Suddenly, a bright light flashed, and a golden magic circle in front of him blocked the way, and he wanted to turn around, and countless magic circles wrapped them. The horse neighed in despair, and the wind and dust jumped off the horse, and he raised the Broken Sword to keep on guard. Jiya's eyes were glazed, and she rode quietly on her horse, with no expression on her face.

Feng Chenyang slashed the Broken God Sword towards the magic circle, and the light red electric light dragged out a gorgeous trajectory, and the magic circle seemed to loosen a little, and the red light of the Broken God Sword was even stronger. Suddenly, an old voice began to chant faintly, sharp and piercing, and the voice was loud and small, as if it were floating in the air. Feng Chenyang suddenly seemed to be entangled by something, the volley was lifted up, his hands couldn't move, and the reddish Broken God Sword fell to the ground and regained its iron blue color. After a while, his body was entangled by a jet-black air current, and he fell to the ground.

Eric opened his eyes, and the top of Beth Mountain had been cleaned up, the elders and the surviving clansmen were tied together, the swordsmen had surrounded them in the middle, and the sharp Excalibur shone brightly in the sunlight.

Yin Li rode a horse and stood on a high ground, looking down at them, next to a lonely old man hunched over his waist, draped in a wide black robe, two young black-robed magicians supported a huge soap cover, shielding the old man from the blazing sun, the old man completely hid his face in the dark, but everyone could feel his unruly murderous aura.

Eric moved his body with difficulty, looking at the sadness and despair on the faces of the clansmen, there were six elders left, and Batu, the leader of the Invalids, was also tied up, with a look of indignation, the mute woman stood on the side, with a calm face, and next to the mute sat a young man, who was Andrew's friend, shrouded in a black airflow, his face flushed, and his face was full of arrogance.

Suddenly, a breeze blew, and the hanging edge on the soap cover swayed lightly with the wind, and the old man who was hunched suddenly looked in one direction, and the black robe was blown up by the wind, like a black smoke slowly blown away by the wind, and the black robe was gradually disappearing into the wind.

A dazzling fireball with a terrible roar, extremely fast, Yin Li hurriedly urged the horse to leave, the fireball accurately hit the soap cover, setting off bursts of bursting waves, and then a golden enchantment covered everyone's surroundings. Not far away, a huge portal was opening.