"God, it's a sinkhole!!"

Someone screamed outside, followed by cluttered footsteps and cries, followed by the sound of a horn a few seconds later.

It's a rallying cry, the tribe is ready to move!

"Wake up!" Rong Yue forced herself to sit up and pushed Tian Yang. The other's eyelashes trembled, but she couldn't open her eyes immediately.

Rong Yue gritted her teeth and subconsciously wanted to touch the weapon and use her skills, but suddenly remembered the fact that she had traveled through.

This is not a game!

Death is also real!

A house made of stones is usually a good shelter from the wind and rain, but now, it is not as good as other people's grass sheds.

The tremors became more and more violent, and the stones slammed down, threatening to crush him to death at any time. He can run outside, but what about Tianyang, who can't wake up?

Rong Yue tried to tug at the man's ankle and exerted a forceful force—not moving at all!

At this moment, a fist-sized stone fell and hit Tianyang's leg. He groaned and finally opened his eyes.

"Tianyang is up!! Earthquake!" Before Rong Yue finished speaking, a huge boulder fell from the top of his head. He hadn't seen it yet, but Tianyang, who was still confused in his eyes, jumped forward!

Rong Yue was firmly held in his arms by him, pressed to the ground, and then with a muffled sound, he heard the man groan in pain.

A strong bloody smell spread.

Rong Yue opened her eyes and looked at the man in shock.

"...Don't move around." Tianyang's condition is not very good. He was already sick, and his back was smashed upright again. His voice was terribly hoarse: "What about the others?"

Rong Yue opened her mouth and said after a while, "...I don't know."

Most of the house had collapsed, and when the shaking stopped completely, the world was silent, and even the chirping of insects could not be heard.

Tian Yang lost so much blood that he couldn't open his eyes. Rong Yue tried her best to push herself from under him, and only then did she see the tragic situation behind Tian Yang.

The boulder hit his waist, and the exposed flesh was scraped off and blood flowed all over the place. Looking at this situation, even the internal organs are very dangerous. If it is a little further in the middle, the spine will definitely be broken.

Rong Yue had hardly seen such an injury.

In the game, injuries are often expressed in the form of deduction of blood. If you are seriously injured, you will be weak. That kind of feeling is very uncomfortable, but it can’t be more uncomfortable. The reality is obviously not the same as the game.

Rong Yue stumbled to his feet and rushed out to find a wooden stick that could be used. If the "staff" was approved, then he still had a chance to save Tian Yang!

The outside is also in ruins.

The people in the tribe were very alert, and almost all of them escaped. Rong Yue circled around and quickly found a piece of firewood. Holding it in her hand, but there was no weapon hint, Rong Yue threw it away with a pale face, and found a longer piece of wood with a suitable thickness—probably a part of a smashed utensil.

The weapon column on the menu finally lit up, Rong Yue hurriedly turned around and ran home, but saw a lone wolf under the vast and full moon in the distance. It smelled blood, and its green eyes stared in the direction of the sun.

Rong Yue's heart tightened, but she saw that the wolf was several times faster than him, almost forming an afterimage, rushing towards Tianyang!

Rong Yue roared, "Tianyang!"

The man lying on the ground seemed to be moving, but he still couldn't get rid of the danger. Rong Yue couldn't care more at this time, raised his hand and sent out a holy light——

A small white point of light floated out from the top of the stick. Firefly size.

Rong Yue's eyes darkened.

This...this is my Holy Light Ball! ? ? ?

Rong Yue swears that he has a good temper. When he fought with Zhuxing in Wumang Continent before, he didn't lose. Even if the other party sent a 100,000-word congratulatory message to mock him for being a weak chicken, he could sit on the throne and drink tea without changing his face.

But at this moment, he really felt humiliated!

This is his Holy Light "ball"!

Can you call a ball? Just call!

Just when Rong Yue was in despair, Tian Yang suddenly got up, strangled the throat of the lone wolf rushing over like lightning, his arm muscles clenched up, and smashed the wolf towards the broken wall!

"Ho-ah-" He squeezed a roar from his throat, lifted a big rock and stabbed the stunned wolf.

Rong Yue then panted and walked closer, and before she could say a word, she saw the man who was barely standing and turned to look at him.

Under the moonlight, his eyes flashed, and the blood inside faded away, leaving only a little helpless unwillingness.

"...I've run away, what are you doing back here?" Tian Yang said in a hoarse voice.

Rong Yue frowned and explained, "I'm looking for a stick, don't stand, lie down—"

Without him saying anything, Tian Yang couldn't stand anymore. After the fight just now, his already dangerous wound was torn open, and he could almost see the bones.

Rong Yue knelt down beside him and used a "point" of holy light to pull the healing power into Tian Yang's chest.

His strength is not enough, so he can only protect Tianyang's heart like this first, and he must save his life before talking about other things.

Tian Yang's eyes were blurred, he simply closed his eyes and chuckled: "Don't look, let's go..."

Rong wanted to stop his mouth, but suddenly there were footsteps behind him.

Is the tribe to the rescue?

Rong Yue looked up, but what she saw was the kind grandma who she had met during the day—the highest priest of the Gangshan tribe, Xue Qi.

"Yue." The other party's voice was as kind as always: "Come with me quickly."

Rongyue: "You are the only one here? What about Tianyang?"

Grandma Xueqi was wearing well-cut linen clothes and an animal skin cloak. She had just experienced a natural disaster, but her whole body was not messed up at all, and she was extravagant.

Xue Qi stood there, facing the sky in the pool of blood far away, just like the difference between man and beast.

Xue Qi said softly: "Stupid boy, he is dying, didn't you see it?"

Rong Yue: "How many things did Tianyang do for the tribe in the past? How many times has he fought in large or small battles? Which one did he not rush to the front? Even when he was poisoned before, he helped his comrades get hurt."