allendalepharm Chapter 3362 They are fighting desperately
Chapter 3362 They are fighting desperately
Fox Qingye slowly closed her eyes, and the Azure Phoenix Divine Power within her body began to circulate wildly, emitting a soft and warm azure light.
Streams of pure life force, like trickling streams, flowed continuously into Hu Xiaoman's body through their skin, attempting to fill the black hole that was being devoured by the Soul Seed.
Even if it's just a drop in the ocean.
Even if it's like drinking poison to quench thirst.
Even if it ends in mutual destruction.
He would never give up.
"Ah Ling." Hu Qingye didn't turn around; her voice was low and calm.
"Project the outside scene."
"Huh?" A-Ling was wiping away her tears when she heard this and was stunned for a moment, her little face full of confusion and hesitation.
"But...it's terrible outside right now, there's collapse and slaughter everywhere, it's very upsetting to see..."
“Project it out,” Hu Qingye repeated.
"I want to watch Ming Shen and the others, to see how they fight and bleed for this world, for Xiao Man."
"I also want Xiaoman to know... that everyone is risking their lives for her and fighting for her survival."
“I want her to know that she is not fighting alone, that we are all here, everyone is here.”
A-Ling sniffed, looked at Hu Qingye's resolute back, then at Hu Xiaoman who was still trembling slightly in her coma, and finally nodded, wiping away the tears on her face with her small hands.
"it is good."
She flapped her tiny wings and quickly formed hand seals. A huge light screen slowly unfolded above the palace, like a giant mirror, clearly projecting the scenes from all over the Eastern Zhou world.
Within the void of light, the Eastern Zhou Dynasty had long since transformed into a living hell, a scene of devastation and wailing.
In the eastern sea, towering waves roared in like a colossal beast breaking free of its shackles, carrying a destructive force that could destroy the world.
The waves surged with white foam, as if they were about to devour the entire coastline and all living things.
Jun Yichen stood in mid-air. In the face of the giant waves, his figure was as small as a speck of dust in the vast ocean, yet he stood straight and unyielding.
His hands moved swiftly, forming hand seals, and divine light surged from between his brows. A dazzling golden barrier appeared around him, forming a wall that forcefully blocked the monstrous wave.
"Certainly!"
A deep shout resounded throughout the universe, and divine light suddenly burst forth, colliding violently with the surging giant waves.
With a deafening roar, water splashed everywhere, and water mist filled half the sky.
Jun Yichen's body trembled violently, and a trace of bright red blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, but he still held on to the barrier tightly and did not retreat even half a step.
In the south, lava flows like a crimson torrent, spreading wildly with scorching heat. Black smoke blots out the sun, turning the sky a deep, inky black.
Ah Yao had transformed into a giant celestial bird, its enormous wings spreading across the sky, blotting out the sun and exuding a holy yet fierce demonic aura.
She flapped her wings, ignoring the scorching heat of the lava, frantically trying to stop the gushing flames and boiling lava. Her snow-white feathers were blackened by the smoke, and blood from the burns kept spilling from the corners of her mouth, but she still did not stop.
In the western wilderness, the earth cracked open into bottomless abysses, and an ominous aura emanated from the dark fissures. Countless creatures lost their footing and fell, not even having time to scream.
The Moon Tree's main body is rooted in it, its thick trunk reaching straight into the sky, and countless dark green roots, like agile snakes, frantically penetrating the ground, like tough stitches, forcefully pulling the cracked earth back together.
The roots rubbed against the rocks, making a harsh sound. Many roots were cut off by the sharp rocks, and dark green sap flowed out, which was his original essence.
In the northern ice plains, blizzards rage, and the cold wind is like a knife. Glaciers that have remained frozen for millions of years collapse with a roar, and huge ice peaks crush down like giant beasts, freezing everything in their path.
A golden dragon coiled above the glacier, its massive body radiating intense heat. It breathed out golden dragon breath, using its own body heat to melt the ice that was cold enough to freeze the soul.
The dragon's breath collided with the ice, producing a large amount of white mist.
Under the alternation of extreme cold and extreme heat, many of the golden dragon's scales had cracked, and fresh blood dripped down from the gaps in the scales, congealing into dazzling blood flowers on the ice surface.
They are fighting desperately, using their spiritual power to combat the catastrophe.
They are bleeding, and every drop of blood carries the belief in protection.
They are using their own flesh and blood to hold up this collapsing sky, buying even the slightest bit of time for the hundreds of millions of lives behind them and for the unconscious Hu Xiaoman.
The scenes projected by A Ling were not only the deadly battles of the four powerful figures, but also the struggles and despair of ordinary beings in the Eastern Zhou World during the catastrophe. Every scene was shocking.
The scene suddenly shifts to the edge of a collapsing cliff.
This place was originally a quiet little mountain village nestled against the mountains and beside the water, with wisps of smoke rising from chimneys and the sounds of chickens and dogs. Now, however, it has been reduced to ruins.
The rain poured down, with large raindrops pounding the ground and stirring up muddy areas. Mudslides, like roaring, yellowish-brown dragons, frantically devoured the remaining houses and fertile farmland.
On the edge of the cliff, a woman dressed in coarse linen clothes had half her body hanging in the air, with a bottomless abyss below.
She gripped a bare, withered tree root on the edge of the cliff with one hand. Her fingernails were deeply embedded in the wood, and blood dripped slowly from the broken nails down the root, staining the soil below red.
With her other hand, she held tightly to a child who looked only five or six years old, using all her strength.
The child hung suspended in mid-air, his small body trembling in the raging storm, with a dark abyss beneath his feet, like a gaping maw ready to devour him at any moment.
"Mother...I'm scared...I'm so scared..."
The child cried out, his face as white as paper, tears mixed with rain streaming down his cheeks, his voice hoarse and filled with endless fear.
"Don't be afraid... Stone, don't be afraid... Mother is here... Mother will not let anything happen to you..."
The woman gritted her teeth, her forehead covered with large beads of sweat, which mingled with rain and tears.
Her body had reached its limit, and her arms were trembling violently from bearing the weight of two people for so long.
The withered tree root was also loosening little by little in the soft soil, making a faint cracking sound, and it could break completely at any moment.
She couldn't hold on any longer.
The weight of two people was simply too much for this long-rotted, dead tree root to bear.
The woman looked down at the tree root that was about to break, then looked up at the child crying incessantly below.
A deep despair flashed in her eyes.
"Stone...live on...you must live well..."
The woman suddenly let out a scream.
With the last of her strength, she suddenly flung the child in her arms upwards.