The lump of soft mud that was almost attached to Tang Yun's face suddenly changed, and inexplicably condensed many stiff arcs like curly hair. Slowly, a face that almost looked like a "plaster statue" emerged. That's the face of "David". It was not carved by Michelangelo, but imitated by Spear.

"Don ...... Cloud! ”

"I'm still ...... It's still there! ”

"Also...... Still...... Can ......"

"Try ......"

"Didn't arrive...... Hell-bent...... Time! Kill him...... Pointless! ”

......

Before he finished speaking, a tentacle conjured up on the right side of SPERA's body, and it wrapped up the dagger on Tang Yun's waist. The tentacle trembled and struggled to swing the short, sharp spike like an awl, perhaps because he was too familiar with the armor condensed from the [puppet] crystals on the surface of Tang Yun's body. The dagger had stabbed through the gap in the metal armor's leg.

Ahhh......h

The furious emotion in Tang Yun's heart was rushed by the strong anti-terrorist effect of the Night Demon Dew, and the blood between his eyes instantly faded a lot. Tang Yun, who came back to his senses, snatched the dagger, and stabbed wildly at the half-human, half-ghost soft mud in front of him!

At this time, the Devil's City was as bright as day under the reflection of street lamps and various lighting equipment, and the noise around it became louder and louder. Hordes of wandering spirits were already pouring towards Tang Yun like a tidal wave.

Tang Yun looked down and saw that the pool of Sibo "corpses" that seemed to be liquid was gone. The SPERA body, which had been poisoned by Daredeyer, was also stiffened as if it were a dead thing. The face of David condensed on it was half-closed, and only the twisted curls were still wriggling with life. The corners of his mouth trembled slightly, as if he was muttering softly.

Tang Yun hurriedly leaned over and leaned his ears over. As he wished, it was indeed Sbo who spoke!

"I ...... I don't want to die......"

"Save Me ......"

"Take me...... Take me away......"

......

Tang Yun didn't hesitate, and with all his strength, he hugged the lump of "hard mud" on the ground, which contained at least 150 kilograms, and stumbled forward with it on his shoulder. All this is as if Tang Yun first met Sbo in the Apocalypse Concentration Camp, and he was also weak at that time. But at that time, it was not Sibo who was struggling with fate, but Tang Yun himself. Sibo successively used the faces of Nan Guo Xin, Tabula rasa and Beverly Eddy to guide Tang Yun, a cowardly teenager, to escape from a desperate situation. Today, on the contrary, it was Tang Yun who was going to rescue the seriously injured Sibo. Take him out of this demon city, throw off his mission, and escape from his fate.

Click!

A bolt of lightning pierced the sky, and the moon was finally completely obscured by dark clouds. A sudden rainstorm fell in the Devil's City.

Tang Yun, who was already stumbling, slipped even more on his feet, although the [Puppet] Crystal and the [Berserker Armor] Aether Armor both provided additional assistance. But Tang Yun, who was physically weak, still couldn't have the powerful strength of the past.

Fall, get up! Carrying this lump of more than 150 kilograms of "hard mud", he rushed forward a few steps.

Fall down again, get up again!

Tang Yun would not leave Sibo behind no matter what, as long as he didn't run out of oil and the lamp dried up to the point where he couldn't move, he wouldn't give up such a struggle!

The thunder in the sky echoed the shrill howls and overwhelming footsteps of the hordes of geists on the ground. There is only one belief left in Tang Yun's heart, and that is to rush forward!

A group of zombies composed of hundreds of geists suddenly rushed out from the front, shouting a messy language that Tang Yun didn't understand at all, picking up any sticks or blades that he could get his hands on, wooden legs, shovels, and pipe wrenches of tables, chairs, benches, and ...... In an instant, Tang Yun was overwhelmed by this group of wandering spirits.

Countless attacks landed on his body, and the aether armor condensed by the [puppet] crystals was clanged. Tang Yun struggled to stand up again and again, and once again he felt the powerlessness of a person in a sea of people.

Tiredness, weakness. He didn't do anything wrong, but he had to endure a tidal wave of attacks.

There is no point in fighting, only one life is left struggling in the sea of people......

Fight......

[Berserker Armor] was still affecting Tang Yun's mind, his eyes that were as clear as the starry sky were covered with a faint layer of blood red. With his right hand, he flicked his back and dragged out a two-handed greatsword condensed from a metal-like energy body. No matter how powerless you feel in the face of this world and your fate. He would instinctively wave the golden sword in his hand. Only then can he feel his presence, that he is alive......

......

This kind of battle went on all the time, and Tang Yun didn't know how long he had dragged Sibo behind him, nor how many times he had swung the golden sword in his hand.

The rain kept falling, and the thunder never stopped. Perhaps in order to ensure that Tang Yun and Sibo were left alive, the SPERA body did not arrange a loaded battle spirit to encircle and snipe. The spirits of the entire city were gathering in his direction, no matter how much he swung the sword in his hand, no matter how many stumps of the spirits were writhing in the air. The enemies in front of them will never diminish.

The "Devil's City" of the Wandering Spirit is not very huge, but the road in front of it is like a huge, endless quagmire. sucked Tang Yun firmly into this abyss.

Until the sky has turned a layer of fish belly white, until the wind and rain have stopped, until the dark clouds gradually disperse......

While......

Dangdang......

The warm red sun rose slowly in the east, and some kind of bell with a long tail sounded slowly from the far side of the sky. The bell is soft and the rhythm is slow. Then a similar sound rang out from one building, then another. In this way, I don't know if it is a real bell tower or a bell simulated by an amplification system, and countless melodious sounds are one after another. While...... Dangdangdang...... Dangdang......

Many bells converged and resounded throughout the "Devil's City".

The wandering spirits who were still holding the wooden sticks and shovels in their hands a second ago, and were not afraid of death to attack Tang Yun frantically, slowly stopped their hands and spread out in all directions.

It was as if nothing had happened last night, if it weren't for the wet clothes, wet with sweat and rain, and a lock of hair sticking to his forehead. Don't fight, even this thunderstorm doesn't seem to exist. The spirits left Tang Yun behind, leaving behind the mountain-like pile of ghost corpses on this wide and long street, and each scattered in a different direction.