In the wilderness, there are many dead trees, and the yellow sand blows in the face with the smell of blood.
Due to the ravages of Fallen Soul Master, this originally peaceful land has become a hell on earth.
They burned, killed, looted, and committed all kinds of evil. Countless villages were reduced to scorched earth, and the people were displaced. They helped the old and the young and evacuated in a hurry following Spirit Hall Guard.
The queue dragged on for a long time, with cries, coughs, and footsteps mixed together, heavy and slow.
"Master Deacon!" A young Soul Master rode his horse to the front, his face full of anxiety and his voice trembling.
"There are too many people, the team is too long, and the speed cannot be increased at all! If this continues, we will be overtaken by Fallen Soul Master in less than half an hour!"
He gritted his teeth, a trace of struggle flashed in his eyes, and whispered, "Should we... let go of some of the burdens?"
Before he finished speaking, he felt a cold gaze stabbing him like a sharp sword.
Spirit Hall Deacon Su Chengfeng reined in the horse and slowly turned his head. His eyes no longer had the usual kindness, but were replaced by an almost substantial chill.
"You have forgotten your roots." Su Chengfeng's voice was not loud, but every word was like iron, hitting the heart of young Soul Master.
"I used to be one of them."
Su Chengfeng raised his hand and pointed at the ragged refugees behind him.
"Back then, my home was burned down overnight by Fallen Soul Master, and both my parents died."
"At that desperate moment, no one except Spirit Hall wanted to look back at us."
He waved his hand suddenly and pointed at the common people trudging in the dust. "It was Spirit Hall who adopted me, taught me how to practice, and gave me dignity!"
"Spirit Hall didn't give up on me as a civilian back then. Now, as Spirit Hall's deacon, how could I give up on them!"
There was silence all around, except for the whimpering of the wind blowing through the treetops.
Su Chengfeng stared at the young Soul Master and snorted coldly, "I remember, you seemed to have come out of that dilapidated village, right?"
This sentence was like an invisible slap on young Soul Master's face.
His face turned red and he felt ashamed. He suddenly raised his hand and slapped himself loudly, his voice choked with sobs. "Deacon, I was wrong! I'm going to help!"
When the Soul Masters around heard this, they were all shocked, as if they had seen themselves back then.
The usual sense of superiority disappeared instantly and was replaced by a heavy sense of responsibility.
"Lord Soul Master, you can't do this, your precious body..." A white-haired lady staggered, clutching a broken bundle in her hand.
A Soul Grandmaster quickly stepped forward, took the baggage without explanation, and grinned. "Mom, it's okay! I grew up eating hundreds of meals when I was a child. Who else can I carry this baggage with? Come on, let's get out of here as soon as possible!"
Scenes like this happened one after another.
The Soul Master people who were originally aloof now lowered their postures one after another, either supporting the elderly, carrying children on their backs, or taking over heavy luggage.
Su Chengfeng looked at this scene, his eyes were slightly hot. In a daze, he seemed to have returned to the moment when he was rescued by the Spirit Hall's team on that rainy night.
At that moment, he swore in his heart that he would be loyal to the Spirit Hall in his life and save those people living in the quagmire.
In his heart, Spirit Hall is not only a symbol of power, but also a Deity that protects the common people.
However, this tender memory only lasted for a moment.
"Hahaha--!"
"They're right in front! Chase after them! Don't let them run away!"
Suddenly there was a blood-curdling roar and laughter from behind.
On the horizon, more than a dozen figures were seen approaching quickly, the bloody Soul Power lingering around them like poisonous mist. It was those extremely vicious Fallen Soul Master.
When they discovered this huge team, they were like hungry wolves seeing fat sheep, their eyes flashing with a bloodthirsty red light.
Seeing these Fallen Soul Master, the team suddenly became commotion.
Su Chengfeng took a deep breath, and the warmth in his eyes instantly disappeared, replaced by unprecedented perseverance.
He only hesitated for a second - that was his instinctive fear of death as a mortal, and then summoned his martial spirit Lone Wolf.
"Everyone in the branch hall listens to the order!" His voice was filled with Soul Power and resounded throughout the wilderness.
"Leave five people behind and cut off the rear with me! The rest, at all costs, will escort the people to evacuate to the big towns ahead!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the Soul Masters behind him roared in unison.
"Damn it, I chased Laozi all the way, and today I have to fight with these bastards!"
"I'm staying!"
"Count me in!"
Seeing these brothers rushing to die, Su Chengfeng felt a surge of heat in his heart.
He knew that staying would mean certain death, but these people did not flinch at all.
"You, you, and you." Su Chengfeng quickly nodded at several people, his eyes like lightning.
"The remaining people, take the people away immediately! This is an order!"
"Deacon! Why not me?" Soul Master, who was not called, shouted anxiously and was about to stand up.
Su Chengfeng turned around suddenly and glared angrily. The majesty of that moment actually made the Soul Master stop his movements.
"Protecting the people to evacuate is the top priority!"
Su Chengfeng said sternly, "Get out of here! Don't let me clean up the house before I die!"
Seeing the usually kind deacon's determined eyes at this moment, everyone reluctantly gritted their teeth and quickly left with the people.
The smoke dispersed, leaving only six figures standing here.
Su Chengfeng looked at the team that was gradually retreating, with a trace of tenderness in his eyes. He then turned to look at the five brothers beside him and smiled miserably, "Brothers, if you can go back alive, I will treat you to a drink, the best wine!"
When those Soul Master heard this, their original tragic expressions were instantly broken, and they all laughed and cursed.
"Well, Su Chengfeng, you should have told me earlier! I lasted until my shift just for this drink!"
"Hahaha, I remember, if you dare to default on your debt, I will not let you go even if you are a ghost!"
"Come on, you bastards! Grandpa is here, you can't even think of taking a step beyond Thunder Pool!"
Then six people Soul Power broke out to stop these Fallen Soul Master.
Fallen Soul Master A commotion broke out in the group. The strong man with a sinewy face at the head stared at the six figures in front of them who were determined to die, and his pupils suddenly shrank.
"Damn, these Spirit Hall lunatics..."
He spat blood-stained saliva, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes.
Usually when Soul Master encounters a breakup, most of them just make a pretense and run away, but unlike these six people, they actually put on a "fight to the death" attitude.
But he quickly came to his senses, and his face that was bloodshot due to long-term use of banned drugs became ferocious. "Listen! Ten people stay here, let me tear them apart!"
He pointed at Su Chengfeng and others, and said in a sharp voice, "The rest of you, all follow me to chase the convoy! Remember, our mission is to kill, kill as many as we can!"
At this point, he let out a weird laugh in his throat, "If you can't complete the task... Hehe, you know what Mr. Blood Demon is up to."
As soon as the words "Sir Blood Demon" came out, the Fallen Soul Masters who were still eager to try instantly froze, and even the air seemed to freeze.
A thin Fallen Soul Master subconsciously touched his left arm - there was a festering black curse mark there, which was Blood Demon's "gift".
Once the mission fails, this curse mark will explode, leaving him unable to survive or die.
"Go! Go quickly!" Someone roared, with a cry in his voice.
Ten Fallen Soul Master stayed behind with reluctance, while the rest followed the strong men, bypassing the battlefield, and like a group of hyenas smelling the smell of blood, pounced on the evacuating civilian convoy.