"You can do it." Mingche's voice was steady and strong, filled with undisguised trust. It cut through the beasts' noisy roars and reached Zhou Hang's ears clearly.
Su Mu watched the surging tide of beasts ahead, his fingertips tensing slightly, yet he spoke again with absolute confidence. "Brother Hang, go ahead. These things aren't worth your fear. They're no match for you."
Zhou Hang looked at the soldiers lying in pools of blood nearby, still stubbornly blocking the beasts' path. His throat bobbed hard. He gritted his teeth, clenching his fists until his knuckles turned white. "All right. I'll go."
The instant he stepped forward, his tangled apprehension gradually sank away. A burning thought pounded through his chest: Those soldiers of the people could charge straight at the beasts to protect ordinary people like us, without even fearing death. All I have to do is fight. What is there to be afraid of?
With that thought settled, he drove strength into his legs and shot forward like an arrow loosed from a bow. Wind roared past his ears, and his passage seemed to whip up a fierce gust across the ground.
He could distinctly feel how fast the wind swept past his ears. Shock jolted through him, and he blurted out instinctively, "How am I running so fast?!"
In the blink of an eye, he had charged into the middle of the beasts.
Their eyes instantly reddened at the intrusion into their territory. They lunged at him from every direction like creatures gone mad, their foul saliva nearly splashing his face, their fangs gleaming coldly as they snapped at his body.
Zhou Hang's heart clenched violently, pounding so hard with fear that it almost leaped out of his chest. But his body had already moved before his mind could catch