Ling Feixue looked at the direction of the enemy's departure and did not move for a long time, although she was still a little worried about the child with the collapsed genes, but the other party had obviously shown strong hostility before, and she had no choice but to let the other party leave.

In fact, even if the five-star superpower who broke into the battlefield to save people broke through with his life, with Ling Feixue's current six-star level strength, he could still stop the other party.

After all, Ling Feixue's ability also has a lot of bonuses to her mobility, and the final speed of the black-robed man is certainly at the level that only ordinary six-star superpowers have, but it has not yet reached the level that she can't catch up.

It's not that she can't catch up, but she doesn't want to chase.

And there's no need to chase.

A dead body with a dead body and a young child with little time to go can no longer affect this escort mission.

In contrast, Ling Feixue was more concerned about the situation in the camp, hoping that Yan Hua and the others had resisted the enemy before, and did not let this five-star enemy cause irreparable damage to their students and business group.

Thinking of this, Ling Feixue didn't want to stay here any longer, and finally glanced at the charred black corpses lying on the ground around her, and said to Bai Qi and Cui Yun: "The enemy shouldn't come back, let's go back too." ”

With that, Ling Feixue's footsteps moved slightly, turned into lightning and disappeared on the top of the mountain, the lightning flashed again, and when her figure reappeared, she had already come to the foot of this hill with a height of no less than a hundred meters.

After a slight pause, it turned into a streamer and disappeared in the direction of the main camp.

Bai Qi and Cui Yun naturally didn't have the strength of Ling Feixue to jump directly from the top of the mountain, so they could only find a way down the mountain and leave the battlefield full of corpses.

……

In a mountain forest far away from the caravan camp and the Silver Lake Forest, a tall black shadow resembling a skeleton was traveling at super speed.

The oncoming wind blew the slightly curly black hair, and the pale little boy curled up in his hard and cold embrace, his eyes closed and he did not speak.

The blood on the corners of his mouth and shoulders had dried up, but his violently undulating chest, hideous face, and frequent eye movements under his eyelids showed that his condition had not improved at this time, or it could be said that it had become more serious.

The reason for the deterioration of his injuries was the same as Ling Feixue had guessed, he was indeed on the verge of genetic collapse.

The injury was no less severe than worse for him, and the phenomenon of genetic collapse, which had been barely suppressed, was ready to move again, and it would break through the critical point and end his life at any time.

Originally thought to be just a simple and covert operation, by driving the human bandits to sweep through the caravan, not only can the risk of exposure be avoided, but also the strength of the human camp can be weakened in advance.

This was a strategy to kill two birds with one stone, but he didn't expect that the idea of robbing the caravan through bandits in the early stage would come to naught under the stubborn resistance of the other party and Cui Yun's brave performance.

As a last resort, he had no choice but to use his ability to manipulate several strengthened corpses to launch an attack again, and unexpectedly encountered Ling Feixue, the enemy, and did not expect that the opponent's strength had improved by leaps and bounds compared to before.

Strategy, strength, and suppressed in all aspects, he could only flee in a hurry with hatred and unwillingness.

The wind suddenly stopped, and the little boy opened his eyes in surprise, and he was greeted by an eye that was indeed gradually dimmed, full of guilt and regret.

"Your Highness, the wind, it's not going to work."

The tall skeleton fell to its knees, but still maintained the position of holding its arms forward, and did not let the little boy fall to the ground.

“……”

The little boy stood up from his subordinate's arms in silence, and although the muscles in the other's arm were as stiff as dry wood, one of the internal bones had been completely shattered into powder, and the little boy only broke the arm that was purely supported by dry flesh and blood.

"Smack!"

There was a slight thud on the ground, and the broken withered arm shattered inch by inch under the shock, leaving only five claws that remained sharp and glowing to land on the debris.

"Why?" The little boy suppressed the injuries in his body, and asked softly with a complicated expression, "You were only forcibly subdued by me by force, there is no need to do this for me." ”

"Because, Your Highness, it's hope." The dry sound is like the friction of two dry tree barks, which contains the most sincere faith and worship.

"Hope...... Is it? The little boy muttered with a look of shock and confusion in his eyes.

Feng held his head high and said with difficulty: "Your Highness, I have, a ...... word"

The little boy had already come back to his senses, put away the confused look on his face, and said in a calm tone: "Hei, I allow you to call me by my name directly. ”

The only glimmer left in the eye of the wind unexpectedly flickered again for a moment, "Yes, Your Highness...... Black, you have to be careful, tell us the information, that guy, human, can't be trusted. ”

The little boy named Hei nodded slowly and said, "I know." ”

"Black, live, definitely, to live."

The voice of the wind was still dry, but his tone was gentle, without the fear of his subordinates for the leader, nor the fanaticism of risking his life, but only the advice of the elders.

Black, once again stunned.

The wind that made the final goodbye maintained a kneeling posture, and the broken neck, which was only connected by skin and flesh, could no longer support the huge head, lowered his head to face the little boy in front of him, and said word by word: "Yes, no, up, let, black, Your Highness, Down, you, lost, look ......"

The unfinished words represent the dissipation of the last wisp of life that the wind has maintained because of the return of light.

Hei slowly raised his injured left hand, gently stroked the top of the wind's head, and was not afraid of the terrifying state of the other party's half of his head turned into pieces, and said with appreciation: "No, I'm not disappointed, you did a good job, really good......"

It's really good.

In a trance, he seemed to be back in the afternoon when he had just opened his eyes.

……

When the dark world cracked through the cracks, the light appeared in front of his eyes, and the pair of dark green pupils full of consternation.

Then he saw the frightened beasts and the corpse, which was as cold and dead as a mountain.

As soon as he was born, he instinctively sensed the connection between himself and the corpse, and at the same time developed an instinctive hatred for the beast that stepped on the corpse and had blood on the corner of its mouth.

It's just that this hatred was shelved because the other party let him go and gave him his first bite of food, and finally it was replaced by a new hatred.

As he grows up, he learns from the other beasts that his true enemy is a man named a human who can walk upright and be wrapped in lightning.

He once thought about revenge, but accidentally got lost, and it took a long time to see what he thought seemed to be traces of human activity.

It was a strange wood, all the plants had only trunks and no branches and leaves, and the humans lived in these hollows, only coming out during the day.

Filled with hatred, he was eager for revenge, but he lost consciousness as soon as he approached the human lair.

When he opened his eyes again, he only vaguely remembered that he seemed to have had a long dream, in which he had attacked a village, but only killed a few weak animals, and did not see the humans he had been thinking about at all.

He didn't know what was going on, but he felt instinctively frightened from the village that seemed to have experienced the catastrophe overnight.

So he finally fled and fled back to the swamp with which he was familiar with black water.

For some time after this unsuccessful revenge, he did not come out of the jungle again, but calmly digested the sudden clutter of information in his head.

The information was varied and incoherent, except for the cleaning of tree hollows (which I later learned was called a house), and the meaning of those human beings snarling (talking) at each other with some simple human common sense.

He was amazed to find that his appearance was changing to that of a human being.

Not only did the scales covering the body transform into pitch-black lines under the skin, but the edges and corners of the head also became more and more rounded, gradually growing into the appearance of a human juvenile.

This change naturally caused him great uneasiness, and at the same time caused the other animals in the jungle to repel and hostel him.

In order to dispel this hostility, he sought out the beautiful pattern of the guy who had spared him when he lost the last piece of scale, and after a fierce battle, he became the new overlord of the jungle.

"My name is Black, and I'm your leader from this day forward." Completely human, he proclaimed for the first time in human language to the prostrate herd.

The name he had come up with from that strange memory, and he had given the former king who had bowed to him an equally short name - Wind.

Not only did he give Wind a human name, but he also used his unique abilities to help Wind become the only humanoid beast to take on the silhouette of a human, and taught him some simple human language.

Then, he took the wind and embarked on a journey to seek medical treatment for his ailment.

His genetic collapse was not due to the rampaging of his abilities, but to the fact that his appearance had changed to a human form, and that it was closer to the essence of life.

At first, he had no direction with the wind, until he met the guy who was even more mysterious than himself in guiding him to loot the caravan in front of him.

……

After that, it's simpler.

Black, who already has basic common sense, has a rejection of that mysterious human being, so he didn't do it without a brain, but chose a more secure and not easy way to expose himself to obtain the tears of the sea that can heal him.

But the result was really unexpected.

Black didn't have the heart to think about whether this was a trap set by the mysterious man because he saw through his identity. He just stared at the tall figure in front of him with his eyes wide open, unblinking, and remembered what the wind had said to him.

The color of struggle in his eyes slowly calmed down, his hideous and pale immature face also regained its calm, the phenomenon of genetic collapse miraculously stopped, and he suddenly found that all the resentment and unwillingness in his heart had disappeared, leaving only a deep pool that could not be turbulent.

"Rest assured, I know my responsibility."

Hei's palm strained slightly: "Also, thank you." ”

With a thank you, the wind's body began to collapse and fall from the top of his head, turning into countless tiny gray-white powders.

The evening breeze blew and swept the dust into the distance, and the little boy watched it all silently, until the last wisp of the wind could no longer take anything away, and then he bent down and picked up the only five claws on the ground that remained intact.

In fact, these should have been reduced to ashes along with the rest of the body, but since this arm had long been scrapped, the wind was not able to sacrifice these claws in the end, and it can be regarded as evidence of his own existence.

The claws were slender and half a meter long, and the tips of the claws shone with a sharp cold light, making a sound like metal clashing between them.

The boy put away the claws one by one, wiped them clean with his clothes, and found that two of the claws had obvious gaps and scratches.

Ignoring the slightest flaw, the boy took all the claws in his arms and finally looked behind him.

That was the direction of Ling Feixue's camp and the Silver Lake Forest.

"Wait a little longer, until I get back." The little boy tightened the five claws in his arms and said into the air, "When I return, it will be the day when all beings surrender!" ”

A pair of majestic and indifferent golden vertical pupils pierced the darkness, like the power of the gods descending.

Everything in heaven and earth suddenly stopped, even the breeze and the leaves that kept swaying in the wind stopped, and the atmosphere of solidification and silence reminded people of death.

A fierce wind suddenly blew in the forest, and the air resumed its flow, and the surrounding trees broke and flew one after another, forming an empty white field.

The huge figure rose from the ground and disappeared into the night sky, leaving behind a low, determined voice.

"From today onwards, my name is Black Wind!"