The Asura tribe chose a small village deep in the forest surrounded by many large mountains, isolated from the outside world, to deploy troops to invade the ground step by step quickly. The young leader, after being violently sent to the forest, the infected wound caused him to have a fever; while in a coma, he dreamed that he was sinking deep under the sea, surrounded by darkness, no there were any creatures, only deep below that let out a terrifying growl.
The whole body of the young leader now seemed to melt with the water, unable to move; the dream was so absolute, his body suffocated, his eyes blurred, and he woke up to realize that he had just dreamed, his forehead sweaty, back was also wet. After letting himself calm down, he remembered that he had just been tortured day and night by the villagers.
Looking back at his wounded body, the young leader was surprised that the wounds from this inhuman torture had healed as if they had never happened. Impossible?
While extremely bewildered, when he heard the sound of footsteps approaching, suspecting that it was from the village, he stood up, took a few steps, and fell painfully. It turned out that the wound only healed on the body and mouth, and the broken leg was still the same, painful but still trying to limp, where he was lying under a big tree. This is the oldest giant tree in the forest. The footsteps got louder and louder, and he immediately realized that not only was one person approaching, but a large group of people, walking in rhythm as if they had been trained.
The young leader hid behind a big tree; each step was like stepping on thorns; the pain made him sweat cold. Footsteps got closer and closer, and his nerves tensed, preparing for the worst.
“They let me go; now they want to catch me again? No, why do all the wounds on the body heal completely but the legs don't?" – Feeling the footsteps becoming more and more apparent, the young leader picked up a black stone at his feet, the size of his hand, and hid it behind his back as a weapon of self-defense.
Hiding behind the tree, stealthily looking in the direction of the footsteps, he could not believe his eyes; before his eyes was an army of pale green corpses, eyes without irises, milky white, mouth with two fangs. Their bodies were long, twice the size of ordinary people; they were neither armored nor clothed, only cloth loincloths covering their sensitive places, and in their hands were crude iron and stone weapons. They walked in solemn rows, eyes looking around as if scanning the terrain.
Not only observing everything, but they also used their noses to smell; their sense of smell was like a predator that quickly smelled the scent of the young leader this time, they no longer followed the ranks but split up to find the smell—this scent. Surrounded by the warlike and bloodthirsty Asura clan, the young leader couldn't even run; they only had to rush.
“They are not humans; what are they? They're coming for me; they’ll die sooner or later; watch me risk my life with you." - Stopped thinking, the young leader picked up another stone in his other hand, hobbled in pain, and ran towards them.
One of the Asuras, after seeing it, immediately launched a dash towards him, dodged the first one, the second one quickly stabbed into his thigh, lost his balance with pain, he fell, his whole body was shaking. Looked at the Asuras approaching.
They opened their mouths to lick their lips, their pure white teeth and two long fangs, the saliva in their mouths gushed out like an animal about to "eat" its preyGiven a chance to eat humans, how easily they can't pass up. The whole army is getting closer and closer to him, crying and angry because his fate is too gloomy; in the next life, he must be reincarnated as the king of the world!
The Asuras screamed and rushed at him together; their hideous faces made him more afraid, they quickly covered their faces with their hands, and powerful lightning struck down, sending them flying in all directions. Just like a piece of meat struck by lightning with a severed limb...
The sky was sunny, but immediately dark clouds pulled in, blocking the sun; after an intense lightning storm destroyed Asura's team, the subsequent lightning waves fell like that, and lightning struck the place. In any area that collapsed there, the giant thousand-year-old rhubarb tree was also split by lightning and dropped in two, crushing other trees, and the big rocks were also broken into small stones.
The Asura army was disturbed by lightning; they fled to find a place to hide but could not; the lightning continued to strike until they were destroyed. When not a single Asura was left alive, the lightning showed signs of stopping; the young leader lying on the ground bewilderedly looked around and then looked up at the sky full of gray clouds.
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“Are you awake? I thought he was sleeping all night. What's up? Are you feeling better?" The voice suddenly startled him, ending the flashback. Si Mei held a pile of wild fruits in her hands that she found in the forest.
The young leader nodded, using hand gestures to ask about the situation; Si Mei sighed, then said:
“The village was attacked by beastmen; no one is still alive… Don't be too sad, get some rest and get well. Eat this fruit for a while; I really…have something to ask you.”
Receiving a fruit from Si Mei's hand, now he is not in the mood to eat and drink, looking at the desolated landscape around, the smell of decomposing bodies rising, the smell of burning from the wooden houses, the smell of fresh blood... His mood is so bad now, no matter what, here I used to protect the village with everyone, together to prevent the attacks of beast people, hate it, hate it, but love it. The town was destroyed, and they did not know whether to be happy or sad.
“Hey… are you okay?” – Seeing his face about to cry, Si Mei immediately asked.
Gently nodding, her face down, Si Mei impatiently couldn't wait any longer; she opened her mouth:
"Do you know someone named Ling Tian?"