Chapter 238 A Savior From Heaven

On the wide streets of Xingluo, a thrilling battle was going on. The ancient stone road gradually cracked and shattered under the aftermath of the battle, turning into pieces of rubble.

Even the glass flower pots on the buildings on both sides of the street were blown away, and the fragments and dust splashed in the air, forming a doomsday scene.

In the middle of the street, a semicircular protective shield was shaky like duckweed in the raging waves. There were constant attacks falling on the shield, turning into waves. Every few attacks, there would be a heart-pounding sound of the rune plates breaking.

On the periphery of the protective shield, a group of bandits wearing black leather armor and holding various weapons were frantically attacking the protective shield. There was a greedy and cruel light in their eyes.

The sharp-eyed bandit leader did not forget to observe the situation inside the defense formation between attacks, and soon he found that the number of rune plates was getting smaller and smaller. , he showed an evil smile and shouted:

"Oh? The people of the Little Samsara Palace are still holding on. I think your stock of this weird board is running low. Brothers, work harder and you will soon get a large bounty and live a carefree life!"

As soon as the voice fell, the gangsters attacked more and more frequently and quickly as if they had taken stimulants. They waved their weapons vigorously, releasing soul skills of various colors and shapes, and blasted towards the protective shield.

And this sentence was also heard by everyone in the defensive formation.

In a highly tense environment, the work of changing the rune board became more and more difficult. Every time, they had to fight with willpower and trembling hands. Such an extreme situation inevitably made some new students who had not experienced the cruelty of the battle feel a little desperate

A student replaced the brand new stone slab at the last moment, but after that, he pressed his trembling right hand tightly with his left hand and said in a collapse

"Are we really going to die here?"

His voice was crying, which also led to the emotions of other students. Outside the protective shield, there were earth-shattering attacks, but inside, there was an eerie silence.

They could hear their own and their companions' rapid breathing, and could feel the lining clothes clinging to their bodies because of the sticky and cold sweat. Under the cover of night, the students could not see each other's expressions and could only see panic in their eyes.

The rookies had never encountered such a scene before. The desperate experience of facing an enemy three realms higher than themselves really made it difficult for them to raise a spirit of resistance.

"Students, don't be discouraged. Reinforcements must be on the way." The person who answered was the previous leader. He was still looking up at the light screen on the bracelet, hoping for a response, but all his hopes seemed to be in vain.

Although his voice was firm when he spoke, his face was pale. He knew that what he said was just comfort, and he didn't know when the reinforcements would arrive, or even if they would arrive.

For some reason, since Mu Zhe left, the communication network of the bracelet can only maintain the minimum operation, and in recent days it can only maintain the operation of the most critical nodes, such as the previous release of the first-level alarm and the transmission of Wuhun Hall government affairs.

The reason is of course that Mu Zhe is using micro-channels to perform massive calculations to seek the best genetic factor form. Such a huge computing power demand naturally affects the communication function open to others.

The communication within the Small Samsara Academy is mostly based on the thousand-year-old blue silver grass planted in the academy as a communication node. Leaving the academy, the efficiency is naturally greatly reduced. This also led to their inability to seek help from the outside world in time, and they could only wait for the arrangement of fate in isolation.

At this time, the anxious people did not know that the reinforcements were already on the way, and were even only a stone's throw away from them.

The first to arrive was the Wuhun Hall Soul Saint-level strong attack system soul master, whose martial soul was the death raven. At this time, he unfolded his martial soul true body, turned into a huge black crow, and flew into Xingluo City at a speed of 120 kilometers per hour.

Zheng Chenyang, who was looking down at the earth from the sky, was also stunned by the scenery in front of him.

The originally prosperous Xingluo City was now filled with thick smoke and flames. The screams and cries of the chaotic crowd and the black clouds with sparks rising into the sky with the flames were like a picture of hell.

He could feel the smell of blood and burnt in the air, as well as the fear and despair of countless lives.

The first-level alarm from the Spirit Hall did not indicate where he needed support. The efficiency affected by limited communication was far more than what the previous teams encountered. He could only rely on his own judgment and intuition to find the most critical place.

The bird spirit has vision and observation talents, which allowed Zheng Chenyang, who was in the sky, to easily capture his target, those granaries that were obviously the source of fire and burning fiercely.

He knew that it was one of the most important material reserves in Xingluo City. If it was destroyed, it would bring huge losses and difficulties to the city.

Just as he chose one of the granaries that seemed to be in his flying direction and was about to dive down, a dense soul power fluctuation attracted his attention.

He looked at the street not far from the granary. The terrifying knife flashes of the bandits and the shield fluctuations of the defensive formation that appeared and disappeared from time to time all announced that a battle had taken place there.

“It seems that those students are in trouble, so let’s help them.” Zheng Chenyang had such a thought in his mind, and then he made a quick decision.

Zheng Chenyang's martial soul body rolled up in the air, then suddenly spread its wings and made a sharp turn, changing the direction of flight. He was like a black meteor, cutting through the sky and rushing towards the gangsters on the street.

In just a few seconds, this huge raven accelerated to a speed of 700 kilometers per hour under the blessing of gravity. If it were not for the nictitating membrane protecting its eyes, the raven would not even be able to open its eyes at this time.

Zheng Chenyang's sharp eyes locked tightly on the gangsters, and then he performed his famous stunt "Death Waltz".

Already at a high speed, his speed in the air suddenly increased by a large amount, and the dark and thick breath of death was entangled on his feathers.

His figure went up and down, left and right in the air, as if he was performing a gorgeous dance, and then a hundred meters above the ground, he turned around suddenly, and seven black flying feathers condensed by soul power were shot out by him, so fast that even the eyes could not keep up.

The leader of the bandits, who was attacking wantonly and trying to break through the defensive formation, suddenly felt something locked on him. He instinctively wanted to dodge, but it was too late.

Before he could react, his body was pierced by a black feather in the blink of an eye. The huge feather was completely immersed in his chest, leaving only a little fluff at the end outside the skin, proving the trajectory of the attack.

The leader opened his eyes wide and stared at the black fluff on his chest in disbelief. He was stunned. It would not be long before he could enjoy wealth and glory, but at this critical moment.

When he raised his stiff neck with difficulty to see who had attacked him, a sharp sound of breaking through the air came from the horizon. It turned out that the feather was accelerating in its dive, and under the double blessing of soul power, it had exceeded the speed of sound.

Seven bandits, seven feathers, none of them missed, and the seven bandits were firmly nailed to the ground and could not move.

The students of the Small Samsara Academy in the defensive formation looked at the scene in front of them in shock and astonishment. They were clearly the targets of persecution by this gang of bandits just now, but now this gang of bandits had lost their arrogance and became playthings whose fate was controlled by others.