Only the last enemy remains.

Whether attacking or outwitting, he used his own means to take down the three Nakshatras, which greatly reduced his physical condition. The strap in his hand was loosened, and he was about to tighten it under the water. The rest of the youkai was also injured, so if you know how to do it, you should have escaped like a few of your previous friends. In fact, he did, but in an unexpected direction—he rushed to the shore at a rapid pace. Why? Shouldn't he run to the depths of the sea? Qi Huan is hard to understand. The monster no longer had to fight him, because they could not get much out of him. At best, they were hostages, but they weren't rivals. In order to survive, this monster should go to a companion.

Qi Huan was thinking about it, when suddenly the whole person was dragged upwards with force. He was shocked to realize that the strip of cloth on his wrist had been caught by the Yaksha's weapon, probably unintentionally, but he couldn't break free himself. The loose cloth belt in the water was a mess, and it tied his wrists tightly, and it hurt to pull him. Finally, before going ashore, the strip of cloth that had been tattered at the end was completely broken.

Yaksha burst out of the water, and there was a loud noise. The greengill grass in his stomach can last half the time, no matter how bad it is, there is still a little left on this water grass, which is enough, and he is not in a hurry to ventilate. But the ascent was so fast that he had a terrible feeling throughout himself, worse than anything that had happened to him when he was diving. The first is dizziness and blurred vision, but reason forcibly keeps him awake. Then, he felt some numbness in his limbs and his body became uncontrollable. Maybe he can still command, after all, he hasn't slowly sunk yet, but he can't feel it. It wasn't like a normal cramp, he didn't know what was going on. At this moment, there was a noise on the shore, and he was a little worried. It was probably close to the village, and he had to be careful. So, he swam backwards for some distance in pain before he poked his head out carefully.

I saw that the Yaksha was saying something to the few villagers, and his indescribable voice hurt his head even more. Subsequently, more villagers appeared on the shore. Whether they understood the words of the Yakshas, or whether they were under some kind of invisible bewitchment, it is not known whether they were bewitched. The voice in the mouth of the Yaksha was very special, louder and more angry than he had ever heard before. Although the language is not common, the emotions are easy to decipher, and there is certainly nothing good going on. Sure enough, some of the villagers turned back, and after a while ran over again, holding something dry and gray in their hands. It was too far away for Qi Huan to see what it was, but he saw that everyone stuffed it into their mouths, swallowed it in three or two clicks, and jumped into the sea one after another, regardless of men, women and children. Qi Huan was stunned, thought for a long time, and thought that it might be a green gill grass preserved by a special local method. Among the faces that were diving into the sea one by one, Qi Huan actually saw the old man. The old man touched his beard and looked at the wide sea from afar, wondering if he could see him. Immediately, even the old man dropped his crutches and dived into the sea.

Big things are not good.

Qi Huan was nervous and wanted to dive back into the sea to hide. At this moment, he felt an indescribable pain in the joints of his whole body. This pain was felt at the beginning, but it was not so noticeable and has now developed to an unbearable level. Qi Huan knew that he must not slack off, even if he was in pain to death, he had to move. He hated himself for not being able to get rid of the Nakshatra directly, and that he had fooled almost all of his followers into throwing himself into the sea.

Where can I hide in the vast sea? They soon found him. Swimming is very handy for these people who have grown up on the seashore all their lives, and pray for Huan to endure the severe pain and dive down. Every time he turned back, his pursuers were closer to him. But Qi Huan was finally able to see their eyes clearly—not empty, but filled with an indescribable enthusiasm. It's as if everyone is looking for something that they have always dreamed of, and now that wish has finally come true. Don't think about it, it's about something related to the god of the sea.

To this day, Qi Huan doesn't even know the arms and legs of the so-called sea god, and he is completely puzzled by the crazy enthusiasm of these believers. All he knew was to run for his life, but his body was heavy and he didn't listen to calls, and his movements were dulled by pain and intermittent loss of consciousness. One of the sturdy young men grabbed the unbroken seaweed in his hand and pulled him over.

You two hurt me!

Qi Huan cursed in his heart. Bacheng is really going to be chopped into feed this time, I hope they will give themselves a good time, if those rumored methods of torturing people to death, he would like to choke himself to death here just by imagining it. If he still had enough strength, maybe he could still be saved, but maybe it was because of the rapid ascent that caused him to be in pain and unable to resist.

However, the unexpected happened again. Two villagers held him down, and the others went deeper into the sea. Qi Huan was first puzzled, then frightened—they would take action against Bai Ya and Jun Aoyan. Of course, this is based on the fact that the two of them are still safe. These defenseless ordinary people, in the deep sea, appeared in front of them like this, will those two people show mercy? Qi Huan is hard to say. Although looking at them like this, they can't be defined as ordinary people. What's more, he has become a captive, and he should no longer speak for this group of people.

How did a good person become like this? Qi Huan was puzzled.

At this time, Qi Huan's physical condition seemed to be somewhat better, but not much better. He is barely able to move his body now, not to the point of being in pain. What's more, his actions are still in the hands of this group of people, and it is difficult for him to resist. The familiar feeling of being oppressed by the sea came back again, but not as uncomfortable as before. Qi Huan also began to feel that the gas supply in his stomach began to become limited. He quietly bit off a bit of seaweed on his wrist and was discovered, but the young man only patted him on the back as a warning. In the water, this bit of strength is soft. If it weren't for his limited physical strength, it would have been easy to get rid of the control of this group of people.

As for Bai Ya, he knew that he couldn't take the next step.

Every inch of the skin is like a dancing bull standing, and every part of the body is under unimaginable pressure. But the Nakshatas naturally knew his weakness. They couldn't get close to him with their weapons, or their arms would be cut off. Nowadays, none of the Yaksha has a weapon, but almost all youkai have "three heads and six arms", and the extra limbs in their bodies make their hair stand upside down. One of them and two of them are monsters, monsters of monsters. And they didn't attack Bai Ya directly, but dragged him to the depths of the sea. Do they want to kill him with water pressure? Bai Ya didn't know, and continued to fight with a knife in an almost futile way. He didn't know where Jun Aoyan had gone, let alone if she was still alive.

They've been underwater for too long, and the gas in their stomachs is still decreasing, and I wonder if they'll be able to make it to shore. What's even more terrifying is that Bai Ya doesn't even know when he will be able to return. He stabbed the knife into the center of a Nakshatra's eyebrow and pulled it out, and instead of healing, the deep crack gave birth to an extra eye. The eyeball formed quickly, as if there were already eyeballs ready in the brain.

Demons, monsters, ghosts, and ghosts, Bai Ya has seen a lot of them in his lifetime. All he could hope was that in this life, if he was lucky enough to continue this life, he would never want to see this group of twisted and terrifying monsters in front of him again.

Just above his head, a large school of black oppressive fish rushed in. Bai Ya thought it was just an ordinary school of fish, but he found that each shadow was getting bigger and bigger. When he reached a certain distance, he thought they were the newly arrived Nakshatas. But he soon discovered that those were actually humans, and there were many faces that he remembered. Unbelievable, unbelievable, he had no way of comprehending what was going on and yet had to deal with these bigger troubles.

He suddenly saw Qi Huan, and a fixed point suddenly appeared in his chaotic thoughts. It's like admiring a dazzling, unrestrained painting with no theme, and suddenly the only silhouette of a human figure appears. At the very least, you have a place to put your sight.

A black scimitar broke through obstacles, slicing through all the obstacles, piercing everything it could. Nothing can stop it, whether it is a moving ** or a still reef, whether it is an empty bubble or a dense seaweed, it will all stab and rush to Bai Ya's hands.

The good news and the bad news arrived at the same time, and Qi Huan, who was in the latter, witnessed the former happening. Immediately after, he saw Bai Ya throw out the white blade in his hand without any hesitation—it was towards him. The knife was also fast, straight and straight, like a fish spear plunged into the water from the shore, cutting through the water. The believers dispersed in horror, and the two people holding Qihuan let go of their hands. Without the slightest hesitation, he leaned back and grabbed the hilt of his knife. Bai Ya below suddenly withdrew his hand, and the scimitar immediately took Qi Huan and dragged him to Bai Ya's side.

Qi Huan was about to breathe a sigh of relief, but when he reflexively saw those hideous and twisted monsters, another large cloud of bubbles came out of his mouth, pale and sparse, like half-digested white rice being vomited. In fact, there was really a little stomach acid that he choked into his trachea. But he couldn't stop "breathing" or coughing violently, so he forcibly suppressed the discomfort, and his whole throat and eyes were scorched with flames. If it weren't for the sea, he would have been able to force tears out of his eyes.

Taking the knife from Qi Huan's hand, the joy of the weapon returning to its position did not make the situation any better. The villagers also saw the hideous-looking Yakshas, thanks to Baiya. They don't know the specific process, they only know that they must be inseparable from him. Before this abnormality, it is a person, more or less, there should be some fear.

But Bai Ya and Qi Huan couldn't read the fear from their expressions—only anger, and an abnormal anger. Their emotions also seem to be dominated by some kind of force, and this group of crazy believers becomes more difficult to hold on to. When you think about it, this depth is absolutely beyond the reach of the elderly and children...... But here they are.

Is their thinking still under their control? The two are not sure. In such a desperate situation, in the middle of the upper and lower attacks of the believers and the Yakshas, Bai Ya's knife was skillfully held in his hand, with a posture of a fish dying and a broken net. Qi Huan is clearly aware that all those who dived into the sea, no matter which side, were afraid that they would not be able to return to the shore.