Some people say that when there is no way to avoid it, there is only a death battle, but when there is no strength to fight to the death, perhaps, the rest is only death.

Chen Mo couldn't remember how many demonic beasts he had killed, in fact, his mind was already blank, and the gray clothes on his body were already blood-red at this time, but he still waved the heavenly abyss in his hand.

Tian Yuan couldn't emit any light, Chen Mo's current strength couldn't use the Gravel Slash at all, if it wasn't for Tian Yuan's sharpness, he was afraid that he would not be able to fight anymore at this time.

Lan Feng has fallen, Shen Yi and the three have also fallen, and now there are only two people who have not fallen, only him and Fu Feng, but the two of them have to face a group of demonic beasts under black pressure, and no one can see the dawn of victory.

They are not those masters, although the younger generation in the gravel world is considered masters, but after all, they are too young, maybe in time, they will become real masters, but will there be time?

If it is a general, in the face of so many demonic beasts, there is no fear at all, and the power of the general's rank, perhaps with just one finger, the demonic beasts in front of him will disappear.

But whether it is Chen Mo or Fu Feng, they are still too young after all, they are not masters of the general rank, or even masters of the command rank, they are just school ranks, school ranks that have no power to fight back in front of this group of demonic beasts.

But they are still working hard, working hard and fighting for their own chances of survival.

A demonic beast appeared on Chen Mo's side, Chen Mo didn't have time to make a move, but Fu Feng had already made a move, the long sword in his hand cut through Chen Mo's clothes, and then stabbed heavily into the head of the demonic beast.

But Chen Mo didn't feel any sense of relief, although he had just escaped from danger, because another demonic beast appeared behind Fu Feng, and Fu Feng had no chance to turn around.

The heavenly abyss in Chen Mo's hand rose and slashed at the neck of the demonic beast, the head flew down, and the body of the demonic beast also fell to Fu Feng's side.

This kind of thing has happened too many times, if it weren't for the tacit understanding between the two of them, I'm afraid they would have died a long time ago.

But now, it's not much better, because there are too many demonic beasts, and they don't have the strength to exhaust.

On Chen Mo's shoulder, a scratch had already appeared, and Fu Feng's back, I don't know when, was already bruised.

In a quarter of an hour, Chen Mo knew that he could only hold on for a quarter of an hour, because now, his head was already groggy and his body was already crumbling.

He didn't know how long Fu Feng could hold out, but it would definitely not be more than himself, because Fu Feng was more seriously injured, and Fu Feng's long sword, under such an attack, consumed more strength.

But Chen Mo had no choice, he didn't give up, even if he fought until the last moment, he wouldn't give up, maybe he didn't know what it meant to give up.

If he knew, he had too many times to give up, and when his parents died, he could give up and follow his parents.

When the elder died, he could give up, because he was too young at that time to have any ability to live independently.

When he is in danger again and again, he can give up, because compared to the danger of the rocky beach, his chances of survival are slim.

It's just that this time the situation is more dangerous than before, and there is no way back.

Perhaps, Chen Mo still naively thought that God would give him another chance, anyway, he had already given so many opportunities, and it was not impossible to give him another chance.

Chen Mo couldn't help but blush at his innocence.

In a quarter of an hour, you can kill a few demonic beasts, seven, eight, or many, but compared to the sea of beasts in front of you, seven or eight are really pitiful, just a drop in the bucket.

The death of seven or eight demonic beasts can't change their recent situation at all, and what greets them is still just death. 180

Fu Feng was a little helpless, these demonic beasts, at this time, seemed to be crazy, rushing towards them again and again, and they couldn't kill so many demonic beasts at all.

The clothes on his body have long been broken, and his fair skin has been dyed blood-red at this time, and even his teeth are bright red at this time, but it is not the blood of the demonic beast, but his blood.

He has already suffered internal injuries, the bruises behind him are still good, the key is the ribs, his ribs are broken three times, and now every time he moves, it is a pinprick pain.

If it is usual, such an injury will only take two or three days to recover as before, but now, let alone two or three days, I am afraid that it will not be two or three seconds.

Fu Feng glanced at Chen Mo, Chen Mo was still slashing, he didn't know why Chen Mo worked so hard, obviously no matter how hard he tried, there would be no good results.

The injury on Chen Mo's body is probably not light, from his position, you can see Bai Sensen's bones exposed on Chen Mo's shoulder, but Chen Mo didn't seem to notice it, the Tianyuan in his hand was still slashing desperately.

Chen Mo is used to seeing life and death, so he cherishes his life more and more, and Fu Feng, from the moment he begins to take responsibility, he will never see life and death again.

The attitude towards life is different, so the degree of effort is also different, when Chen Mo is still fighting for his life, Fu Feng is thinking about giving up.

The power of example is endless, although Fu Feng wanted to give up and give himself a sword, but looking at Chen Mo, who was still struggling, he could only silently raise the long sword in his hand again.

Fighting to the death is actually good.

Fu Feng thought to himself.

Chen Mo didn't think that he would die, so he wouldn't have the idea of fighting to the death, maybe only when the demonic beast bit his throat and tore his body apart, he would think that he would actually die.

There was a claw on his arm, so Chen Mo's hand couldn't grasp Tianyuan, so he could only change to his left hand.

His legs were whipped by a python-like demonic beast, so Chen Mo knelt on the ground and continued to fight.

His eyes were covered by blood, so Chen Mo simply closed his eyes.

Perhaps, I will really die.

The moment he closed his eyes, Chen Mo thought.

"What's going on!"

There was Lan Feng's shouting behind him, buzzing, a little inaudible, and just when Chen Mo wanted to ask what was going on, his body tightened for no reason.

His body became tighter and tighter, as if he was tied by a rope, and Chen Mo watched as those fierce demonic beasts became farther and farther away from him.

Suddenly, a thought came to Chen Mo's mind - whether I was really dead.

Legend has it that after death, the soul will have an hour to break free from its body, which is very painful, but ...... Chen Mo didn't feel any pain.

"It's time to leave the secret realm, we're safe!"

There was a sudden shouting sound behind him, and Chen Mo closed his eyes tiredly.

He was so tired.