The stimulation and aura that he hadn't felt in a long time caused Huo Sixing's mood to become violent.
His instinct to kill was awakened, and the wild beast hidden in his body became restless. It hated the pungent smell of blood, but it was also excited by the stimulation.
The corner of his mouth rose slightly, making his serious face look very contradictory.
Lang General killed his way into the fugitives as if he was in a deserted place. He was invincible and killed anyone he saw. The fugitives couldn't do anything to him.
Lang General was protected in the middle by the old man's shadow. The fugitives' attacks had no effect on him, and they were all blocked by the old man's shadow. Lang General didn't have any worries and used his spirit energy to kill to his heart's content.
The bursting muscles provided him with a powerful explosive force, and the blood crazily flowed under his skin, providing him with endless power. The blood-red spirit energy seemed to be mixed with blood energy and surrounded his body. It was so cold that it made people shiver. The three-foot-long sword aura was abnormally sharp, and anything it touched would be cut in half.
He was like a peerless general, like a bloodthirsty demon.
Like a tiger entering a flock of sheep, the fugitives were mercilessly killed.
Blood sprayed out, and broken limbs were blasted away. The fugitives, filled with hatred, madly rushed in, completely ignoring the cruel scene in front of them. The fugitives, who had lost all hope, only had one goal, and that was to kill Lang General. Even if they died, they wouldn't complain.
The fugitives, who were blinded by hatred, rushed forward without a care for their lives.
Unfortunately, things didn't go according to one's wishes. In the face of absolute strength, willpower and bravery could only be ruthlessly crushed.
Huo Sixing led the fugitives who had woken up and pushed forward, hoping to stop the fugitives' useless charge and reduce the number of casualties among the fugitives.
Even if he had to risk his life, he had to stop Lang General's slaughter. The fugitives' martial arts, bravery, and madness deeply stimulated him, reminding him of his past. Wasn't he like this in the past? He was coerced, oppressed, ordered, and fought against his will.
The situation of the fugitives was very similar to his at that time. The same unwillingness, the same unwillingness, the same hope for the future, but the reality was cruel. Their actions would only bring them death and bloodshed.
Lang Jiang seemed to have a natural hatred for the Beast Hunters and the fugitives. Perhaps he had never thought of letting the group of fugitives go, nor did he think of capturing them alive. All he had was the will to kill them all and the strange pleasure of toying with them in the palm of his hand and watching their hopes shatter.
He did not hesitate to sacrifice the guards loyal to him, did not hesitate to open the thick black iron door used to resist the beast tide, and did not hesitate to drink the blood of the True Spirit that was used to save his life in times of crisis.
He just wanted to stir up the fugitives' ferocity, make them crazy, make them hate each other, and then kill them all.
Huo Sixing looked nervous. The fugitive who had just woken up was also stunned by the scene in front of him. Suo Er and the others followed Huo Sixing to pull back the fugitive who had lost his mind.
More and more fugitives woke up, and more and more of them joined Huo Sixing.
In the blink of an eye, only a dozen or so fugitives surrounded and attacked Lang General.
Every second, another fugitive would fill the gap, and every breath, another fugitive would be killed.
The two fugitives at the peak of the Moksha Realm guarded Huo Sixing on both sides, helping him block the attacks of the fugitives who had lost their minds and helping him pull back the fugitives who were charging forward without any regard for their lives.
All the fugitives who had regained their consciousness surrounded the attack circle and worked together to stop the fugitives who had lost their minds from throwing away their lives for no reason.
Every fugitive who had regained their consciousness looked at Huo Sixing gratefully. Then, under his lead, they rescued their comrades and comrades whom they did not even know.
Huo Sixing, who was weak and had no spiritual power, suddenly became the leader of this group of fugitives. Faced with Lang General's strength, the fugitives, who had no way to deal with him, placed their hopes on Huo Sixing. When they talked about it later, they found it unbelievable. They could not understand why they had chosen to follow Huo Sixing instead of scattering and hiding in the city.
In the end, they all said that they felt that only by following Huo Sixing would they be able to escape.
Even the two fugitives at the peak of the Moksha Realm thought the same. Unbelievably, they chose to be Huo Sixing's guards and block the incoming attacks for him.
Perhaps this was the charm of a leader. In times of crisis, he was the person who could react the fastest and make the fastest decision. This had nothing to do with his personal strength or status. He would always be able to make lost sheep follow him.
At this moment, there were only four or five people around Lang General. The two fugitives at the peak of the Moksha Realm not only had to guard Huo Sixing and help him drag the fugitives back, but they also had to block the sword energy that shot out from the gaps between the people.
The sword energy left bloody marks on the two fugitives. Although they were not cut in half like the other fugitives, they were still bleeding profusely from the cuts.
Next to Lang General in the center, a fugitive wandered behind Lang General and kept attacking Lang General with a sharp sword. This person was the fugitive with the Black Iron Column. He was also the first person to rush in, but unexpectedly, he had survived and kept attacking Lang General. His body was covered in blood. At this moment, he was completely covered in blood, but it was unknown whether it was his blood or someone else's.
What was amazing was that no matter how Lang General attacked, he always stood behind Lang General. Perhaps this was his fighting instinct and risk-averse awareness leading him to fight.
A fugitive who was within reach was about to be cut in half by Lang General. At this moment, the two fugitives at the peak of the Moksha Realm were dragging the other fugitives.
Huo Sixing gritted his teeth and pushed the fugitive to the side with all his strength. At this critical moment, he had no time to think or care about his own safety. All he could think about was saving the fugitive in front of him.
Bang. The fugitive who was about to be cut in half was pushed to the side by Huo Sixing, and the slashing sword hit Huo Sixing with a bang.
Then, Huo Sixing flew out as if he had been pushed by a bull.
Huo Sixing, who was flying high in the sky, attracted the attention of all the fugitives. When they saw Huo Sixing flying in the air, their hearts suddenly trembled. At this moment, time seemed to have stopped. All the fugitives' eyes followed Huo Sixing's movements, fearing that Huo Sixing would die at once. After all, fugitives in the Moksha Realm could be cut in half by Lang General's sword, and Huo Sixing, who obviously had no spiritual power, was cut in half by the sword. They were all very worried and frightened.
No one noticed that Huo Sixing, who was flying in the air, was surrounded by lightning. Even Huo Sixing himself didn't notice it.
Lang General, who was in a frenzy of killing intent, felt that his sword didn't cut the people who besieged him. It didn't even cut into them. The hard feeling stunned him, and he stopped attacking. He also looked at Huo Sixing, who was flying in the air, and felt very strange. If his cultivation was not high enough, he would definitely be injured or killed. But the sword didn't cut into him at all, so why was that person sent flying again?
He couldn't figure it out.
The two fugitives at the peak of the Moksha Realm suddenly saw a figure fly away from them. They immediately realized that something was wrong and hurried to catch up with him. They caught Huo Sixing before he fell to the ground.
"Ah!"
The two fugitives who caught Huo Sixing suddenly screamed and let go of him. Huo Sixing fell to the ground with a thud.
"There's electricity!" the two fugitives said at the same time and looked at each other in shock.
Huo Sixing, who was sent flying, didn't feel anxious or panicked. He suddenly thought of many things, but they were all painful things. He thought to himself, 'Maybe this is a good thing. I can leave this dirty world.
But I can't deal with the promise I made to the beasts, and Wulan … '
Huo Sixing fell from the fugitives' hands and fell to the ground with a thud, causing Huo Sixing to open his eyes in shock.
"I'm fine!" Huo Sixing murmured as he covered his chest, which hurt from Lang General's slash.
He couldn't believe that he was unscathed from Lang General's slash.
Apart from the unusual pain in his chest, he looked through the slit in the black robe that was torn by the sword. He didn't have any wounds, and he didn't bleed at all.
"It's you!"
Lang Jiang said angrily. Seeing that Huo Sixing was actually uninjured, and then seeing that this was the person who triggered the Demon-revealing Mirror, causing him to lose all face and being reprimanded by the City Lord, he immediately became extremely angry. New hatred and old hatred made his eyes exceptionally red. Ignoring the fugitive who was attacking him, he raised his sword and walked towards Huo Sixing.
When the fugitives saw that Huo Sixing was unscathed, they all heaved a sigh of relief. But when they saw Lang General walking straight towards Huo Sixing, they became extremely nervous. One by one, they stood in front of Huo Sixing, protecting Lang General even if they had to die.
They didn't want him to hurt Huo Sixing.
"You overestimate yourself. Then let's die together!"
Seeing how the fugitives were protecting Huo Sixing, Lang General seemed to see the scene of him being suppressed by over a thousand Beast Hunters in unison. He was enraged. Why did you have to be protected by others without any regard for your life, while I was ignored and scolded?
Filled with killing intent, he raised his sword with both hands, wanting to carve a path through the crowd.
Standing up, Huo Sixing saw that the fugitives, whose names he didn't know, were all standing in front of him, blocking Lang General for him.
The fugitives clearly knew that their actions were futile, but they still stood up resolutely. Every one of them had a resolute expression on their faces. Huo Sixing was very moved. In this world, other than Wulan, there was actually someone who would be so kind to him without any regard for his own life.
A surge of hot blood surged into his heart, and his blood began to heat up. His killing intent gradually rose, and the smile on his lips deepened. As if he had made a decision, he picked up a sword from the ground.
Perhaps he didn't realize it himself, but at this moment, he was actually filled with a trace of anticipation towards this world.
"All of you, move aside. The one he's looking for is me!" The hot-blooded Huo Sixing said, brimming with fighting spirit.
His voice wasn't loud, but in the quiet area, where only the sound of heavy breathing could be heard, it was exceptionally loud. Everyone could clearly hear Huo Sixing's words. They could hear the determination in his voice, the killing intent in his voice, the excitement in his voice, and the unyieldingness in his voice.
The fugitives opened up a path for Huo Sixing, all of them looking at him worriedly.
Because Huo Sixing wasn't injured in the slightest by Lang General's slash, the fugitives were still filled with a trace of anticipation towards him.
"Come on!" Huo Sixing said to Lang General in a low voice.
His killing intent kept rising, and his blood flowed faster, as if he had suddenly returned to the underground boxing arena, or the life and death arena of freestyle fighting. The only difference was that he was forced to fight at that time, but this time he was fighting for himself, for others, and for freedom. There was no dirty money or power, only hot blood, and the expectation of his companions.
Lang General strode forward, then leaped up and chopped down towards Huo Sixing from the air.
Sword Light flashed, surrounded by spiritual power. The three-foot Sword Gang was like a snake or a saw, leaving a beautiful trace in the air.
'Clang!' The Sword Gang collided with the sword that Huo Sixing raised to block, then turned around and stabbed towards Lang General.
'Puff!' The Sword Gang stabbed the virtual shadow on Lang General's body, but it only felt that it stabbed a ball of cotton, with nowhere to exert force, and couldn't stab further.
"I have Spiritual Gang to protect my body. Let's see what you can do to me!"
Lang General smiled proudly. He didn't defend against Huo Sixing's attacks, but fiercely chopped towards Huo Sixing.
Just like how he treated the previous fugitives.
'Bang, bang, bang!' The sound of swords colliding reverberated in the empty square in front of the city gate. There were no fancy martial arts, no complicated movements. Both of them used their swords to fight head-on.
'Crack!' Huo Sixing's sword was broken. It was because his sword couldn't withstand the magical weapon in Lang General's hand and broke.
The situation was urgent. Huo Sixing dodged Lang General's fierce attack.
Lang General took advantage of the situation and rushed forward, attacking towards Huo Sixing.
"Take this!"
Seeing that Huo Sixing's sword was broken, the fugitives knew that it was bad. One of them threw his own sword to Huo Sixing.
'Bang!' When Huo Sixing was about to catch the sword, it was slashed away by Lang General.
Seeing that Huo Sixing was being forced to retreat, the two fugitives at the peak of the Mothering Realm sighed inwardly, "A prolonged defense is bound to fail."
They glanced at each other and joined the battle, restraining Lang General's attack from behind.
They gave Huo Sixing a chance to breathe.
Although Lang General was protected by the virtual shadow of the old man, and the fugitives couldn't hurt him at all, he was still knocked away by the explosive attacks of the two fugitives. He swayed like a willow leaf in the wind or duckweed in the water.