"You are not a bird, and you also have wings." Ye Zhao glanced over his back and spread the wings between the two. The white feathers were distinct and hidden above the master. The masters couldn't see it, but from Ye Zhao's point of view, they could see that blood was gradually seeping out from the white feathers. "However, there are indeed many divine birds gathered here in Kunlun Mountain, including Phoenix and Qingluan."

Their speed was still very fast, and they were not slowed down by the injury at all. After all, the sooner they found Bai Ze, the better. And those creatures with full of spiritual energy fluttered their wings in a hurry, and at a speed faster than them, there was a slight sense of panic.

"Do you think that from the previous ones to the ones you've encountered now, they all seem to be heading in the same direction?" Ye Zhao listened carefully for a while, and couldn't help but said to Nie Renyan.

Nie Renyan moved his wings upwards, covering Ye Zhao's entire back, and said, "I didn't notice it just now, but it's true that you said that—tsk, are you rushing to take refuge somewhere?"

"Is there a place to take refuge?" Ye Zhao thought it was a little incredible. If those wings were really like the phoenix green luan, it means that the top-level fierce gods have all suffered from the seedlings, and they can't resist the erosion of the fog. Can you still find a place of refuge? !

"Meow—" Xiao Hei called out again, pointing in the same direction as those flapping wings.

Ye Zhao and Nie Renyan looked at each other with some doubts in their eyes, but they didn't stop and even accelerated their speed. Soon, the sound of flapping wings that had gone away was pulled in again, apparently Ye Zhao and the others were chasing after him. But this time, in addition to the sound of flapping wings, there was also a shrill scream, which sounded very painful.

...

The surrounding fog is getting thicker and thicker, and there is no difference between the water polo and the black smoke.

The masters who were sandwiched between Ye Zhao and Nie Renyan were inevitably injured in many places by the fog. Those wounds eroded into the skin at a speed visible to the naked eye, and bones were soon visible. The master covered Jiang Qi behind him again, and placed a small magic circle around her and Xiao Hei. The smaller the magic circle, the more concentrated the power and the more fog that can be blocked.

Ye Zhao and Nie Renyan, as the two living barriers, naturally suffered the most injuries and the largest area. Although their healing ability was much faster than ordinary people, under the constant erosion of the thicker and thicker fog, most of their bodies were still damaged. Stained with blood. The swathes of bright red stood in stark contrast to their own white fur.

In the more and more shrill screams, the brows of the two became more and more tightly, and the wounds eroded by the fog on their bodies were piled up layer by layer, and the new skin was rotted away before it was born. The speed of healing Slower and slower, the blood seeped more and more, condensed into droplets of blood, and slid down the hair.

Even if Nie Renyan and Ye Zhao were covering the masters, the gray robes on their bodies were stained with large swaths of dark red. Although the old man's face was thin but ruddy at first, at this time it became more and more gray, and the wrinkles on his face seemed to be deeper, and he seemed to be ten years older all of a sudden. Although Shishi has a good physique, he is still a half-sized child after all. Several pieces of his clothes have been rotted by the fog, and a large piece of skin has been rubbed on his face.

Jiang Qi and Xiao Hei, who were best protected, were also a little embarrassed at this time. After all, the master's talisman could not block all the fog that approached her. Xiao Hei was scratched a few times by the fog, and the hair all over his body exploded, hissing. He shouted a few times, and then curled up in Jiang Qi's arms while gasping for breath. A girl in Jiang Qi's family was also injured in several places on her face and hands. The blood quickly seeped out and slid down her cheeks all the way to her chin, dyeing her collar and cuffs red. But he just avoided the wound with the back of his hand, wiped the blood, and continued to soothe Xiao Hei softly.

Xiao Hei was fondled by her, hissed again in one direction, and curled up again.

...

The severe pain was like stabbed and scratched on the bones with the blade of a knife. Ye Zhao and Nie Renyan were almost covered in blood. Every inch of skin and every blood vessel end was throbbing under the burning sensation of pain, but their speed remained the same. Did not slow down.

In addition to the flapping wings and the shrill screams, there are more strange sounds around——

The "swoosh" sound made by friction with the snow;

A snake-like "hissing" sound;

hoarse roars and screams;

Even the occasional muffled sound of something falling on the snow...

Everything seems to indicate that they are getting closer and closer to a certain destination, and more and more companions, but they are also getting more and more injured by the fog, and some small shòu have been unable to resist.

If Master and the others were not protected by Ye Zhao and Nie Renyan, they would have lost their lives in this vast ice and snow and thick white fog, turning into a pool of blood and leaving no trace.

Ye Zhao thought of the base in an increasingly acute sense of pain. They were all in such an awkward situation, not to mention the people in the base, those of the master's classmates... Luo Xiaochen, Xia Zhiming, Fang Siyuan, and wood...he can almost imagine the scene of screaming and panic, full of despair and struggles in despair...