"Uncle Zun, how are we going to get in? I heard my master say that the school I went to before was the entrance to the ghost realm, but the city center is full of evil ghosts, how can I get in?"

"Is it really okay for the little guy to be in the bar? There are so many monsters out there, and what if it wakes up, what if it's hungry......"

At this time, Ling Ye and Zun also returned to the city, and were on the top floor of a low-rise building. The young man looked at the scene of the Ten Thousand Ghosts vs. Demon Hunters in the distance, still with a sad face, faintly and a little excited, and kept nagging and asking, "Besides, how long do you say it will take, those Demon Hunters have so much ammunition, when will they be able to kill those evil ghosts?"

Zun has been silent, from the moment he came to the top of this building, he directly closed his eyes cross-legged on the ground, looking stable and recuperating.

Seeing that he didn't answer, the young man didn't feel discouraged, still frowning and kept asking: "Alas, you said that we should go to that guy first, isn't he going to the ghost realm too?"

"No, he has something to do. Zun replied with his eyes still closed.

"Uh...... That's right, he didn't have any good ideas to enter this ghost realm, if he didn't follow, he wouldn't follow," the young man was slightly stunned, and then figured out his reasoning, and then said with a hint of smugness on his face, "Let's sneak in when the time comes, and come back when we're done." ”

"Oh?" Hearing this, Zun was a little surprised and curious, so he simply opened his eyes and asked, "What are you doing?"

"Unlike you and those who kill ghosts, I don't have much ambition or ability," Ling Ye's mood suddenly dropped a lot, and he frowned and laughed at himself, "I only recovered the bones of a friend." ”

......

Seeing that Zunzun was silent, the young man was about to open his mouth to explain, but he heard the middle-aged man ask, "But a young girl?"

"Well, yes...... But how do you know?" Ling Ye instantly thought of something, but he didn't dare or wanted to confirm it.

He replied, "I saw her when you went in at the beginning of the month. ”

"You...... You guys...... Why, why don't you save her!" After muttering a few vague words, looking at the middle-aged man's unfluctuating expression, Ling Ye's heart inexplicably rose with anger, and he questioned the middle-aged man in a loud voice.

Zun explained: "There is no value, so it is not saved." ”

Then, still without a change in expression, he took it for granted that he was about to close his eyes.

"Worthless...... What a worthless ......" Ling Ye kept repeating this sentence, pursed the corners of his mouth tightly, his eyes became cold, and then asked, "What about me, what is my value, why save me?"

"You can't die. Zun finally replied, closed his eyes completely, and settled down again.

It's just that the atmosphere around him has already become strange and dull, and the young man's eyes gradually faded until he calmed down, and he squeezed out from between his teeth: "Hehe." ”

The boy was no longer in the mood for small talk, he hung his head, and quietly took a few steps back, and then looked at the sky......

The battle between the two sides in the sky was much more intense, and the sounds of fighting and roaring came and went, even drowning out the crisp sound of the Lingzi Spear firing.

However, the demons had long been carried away by the anger, and it was only by relying on their incomparable numbers that they were much more powerful.

Although the black clouds they incarnated into were still on the battlefield, they were always led by the nose by a group of demon hunters, and the ferocity and greed of the forcible did not shake the old fritters present in the slightest.

With the support of the new Spirit Child weapons, it is difficult for the demons to even get close to the witchers. Sometimes they find one or two people who are walking alone, and when they see that they have an opportunity, they will flock to it. However, after chasing them for a while, they will suddenly usher in a battle against annihilation.

It was at the last moment of their lives that they suddenly realized that they had been unconsciously separated from the army.

The demons are outnumbered and seem to be endless, but as they are constantly lured and divided, the situation on the battlefield is gradually clarified and stabilized.

The black clouds, which were terrifying and gloomy before, were now like large pieces of fat on a chopping board, being sliced quickly and precisely at their own vital points with a sharp scalpel, becoming weaker and weaker at a speed that was almost inaudible to the naked eye.

There is nothing gorgeous about tonight's battle, but the overall combat efficiency is extremely high, and the victory of the enemy is full of thrilling and seemingly surviving rhythm. The fact that a demon hunter of just over a hundred people was able to manipulate a hundred thousand demons was undoubtedly due to the commander who still did not know who it was.

People's faces can no longer find the exaggeration and laziness of ordinary life, in the tacit cooperation formed by everyone for many years, an invisible rhythm gradually rises, and condenses into a seemingly thin but extremely tenacious momentum.

It looks very thin and fragile, but it is when this not majestic momentum rises that people see the dawn of victory. Everyone on the field is convinced of this.

This belief is not false, it can lift the spirits of those in battle, move the onlookers on the sidelines, and frighten the opponents who clearly have the absolute advantage.

......

Somewhere on the outskirts of the city in the dark, a group of soldiers all looked at the city center in a neat manner, although they never saw the battlefield and did not know much about the inside story of the mission. They just knew that this was not a drill, it was a hard battle that their comrades were fighting with less to more. And his own group also has its own mission.

......

"This is the courage that a man in my empire should have. The boy looked at the city center in the distance and muttered to himself.

......

"Wow, I didn't think you guys were pretty handsome. What, am I talking about that?"

"My name is Lin Huan, Miss Fang Yating, Ms. Ah No...... It's a pleasure to fight with your brothers and sisters. ”

......

"I apologize to you and all the witchers, I thought that although you were nominally a subordinate of Hades, you were only a drag on that man," said several men and women in different postures in another place very close to the battlefield, and the woman in black in the lead solemnly said to a one-eyed strong man who had just left the battlefield and was busy gasping for breath, "This belief should be the pride of our military department. ”

......

But the most profound and intuitive feeling of this belief should be the opponent of the witcher, the 100,000 evil spirits that have lost their ferocious and vicious aura.

The main part of them has been delayed by the witchers in a guerrilla way for a long time, and until this moment they still have no intention of coming to their senses, but their anger is burned more and more vigorously by the passage of time as an accelerant.

But the other small number of demons mixed in with it found that no matter how much they pursued and encircled, they couldn't catch up with the fact that the other party couldn't catch up, but they were worn out a lot of numbers, so they began to have strange thoughts with higher IQs. However, as a member of a huge torrent that is carried forward, how can it be so easy to stop or even escape.

Although it is difficult to escape, under the psychology of self-interest, this small group of evil spirits is still struggling. In this way, the black clouds, which had already been scattered a lot, faintly showed signs of splitting again, and were on the verge of real collapse and scattering.

This is something that neither the demon hunter nor the existence in the depths of the ghost realm wants to happen, so just as the woman in black was about to make some decisions, the darkest position in the center of the city couldn't help but make a different movement.

"Roar!

Suddenly, an invisible storm could not be received by the five senses, and it resounded in the sea of consciousness of all the living beings present. This roar in the soul is like the roar of a giant, but it is also mixed with extreme fanaticism and excitement, and it has not stopped for half a moment since it sounded.

At the same time as the voice appeared, a pale figure, emerging from the darkest of nights, and again with no intention of disappearing into silence.

Despite the small and faint nature of its body relative to the darkness of the entire sky, only a white dot about the size of a thumb could be seen from the eyes of the nearest witcher.

But whether they were fighting or bystanders, most of them, even the ghosts, seemed to have a pair of large hands that didn't exist on top of their heads, forcefully twisting everyone's heads in the direction of the white dot.

Then, like a piece of iron attracted by a powerful magnet, they could no longer take their eyes off, but could only passively stare at the pale color, and watched it gradually occupy all their sight and mind, and no matter how much fear and anger in their hearts could no longer move.