The rescued Martial Artist looked at Chen Mo, his eyes filled with gratitude and awe. Though they were both Houtian Layer Ten Martial Artists, he had never expected such a vast gap between them. Chen Mo's speed, reactions, and strength had all far exceeded his understanding, as if they were not on the same level at all.
He did not mind Chen Mo's rebuke in the slightest. Instead, he nodded repeatedly. "Yes! Yes! Thank you for saving my life! I-I won't run around recklessly again!"
Seeing this, the other Martial Artists hurriedly steadied themselves and returned to carrying wood. Chen Mo's words were like a shot in the arm, giving them someone to rely on. That was right—the flames were the key to restraining the Black Shadows. As long as the flames did not go out, they still had a chance to survive!
Ouyang Nan came to Chen Mo's side and said quietly, "A Mo, be careful too. Don't put yourself in danger."
Chen Mo nodded slightly and turned his gaze toward Qian Ying and Zhou Zixing, who were still locked in fierce battle, as well as the Black Shadow Swarm stirring restlessly around them. He said in a low voice, "All right. But if any other Martial Artists are in danger, we still need to help them."
Ouyang Nan nodded, drew a long saber, and went on guard.
At this moment, Qian Ying and Zhou Zixing had already fallen into a bitter battle.
More than a dozen Black Shadows clung to them like bone-attached sores, attacking without pause. Their coordination grew increasingly seamless, and their offensive became sharper and fiercer. Qian Ying and Zhou Zixing's Xiantian Qi was being depleted faster and faster.
"Damn it! Don't these monsters know fatigue? Can't they be injured?!" Qian Ying roared, slashing the