Several people stared nervously at the frantic Cang Mo in front of them. Mo Yan grabbed Lin Qingyang's arm and pulled him back carefully.
Cang Mo lowered his body slightly, and a low and hoarse purr escaped from his throat. The originally clear eyes of Amber were now covered with scarlet, and the human reason was gone, leaving only the most primitive defense and ferocity.
"He's unconscious, trap him first!" Jin Buhuan gritted his teeth and slammed the staff in his hand.
The dazzling golden light shot out from the top of the staff and turned into several thick light cords. It wrapped around Cang Mo's body like a poisonous snake and rubbed violently with the black Demonic Qi rolling around him. Jin Buhuan chanted a mantra quickly in his mouth, trying to suppress the manic power.
Cang Mo frowned, and his expression changed several times. The Demonic Qi around him seemed to have calmed down a little under the suppression, and his red eyes turned for a moment. Then, his eyes passed through the golden light around him and fell on the hand of Mo Yan holding Lin Qingyang's arm.
The next moment, his eyes became fierce again, and the manic black energy exploded, tearing off the golden light. Jin Buhuan suffered a backlash, groaned and stepped back several steps, almost falling.
The strong murderous intention instantly locked onto Mo Yan, and Cang Mo's fingertips turned into sharp black nails, and his body turned into an afterimage, rushing towards him with the fierce sound of wind. Mo Yan was shocked, and immediately raised Thunderclap Mace, and the electric light exploded to meet the heavy blow.
"Bang--!"
Amidst the dull impact, Mo Yan was thrown away by the arrogant force and hit the rock wall behind him heavily. The gravel rolled to the ground, and he covered his chest and spit out a mouthful of blood.
Cang Mo had no intention of stopping. He tilted his head, with a fierce light in his eyes. He raised his sharp claws again and stabbed Mo Yan straight into the heart. Jin Buhuan wanted to stop him, but was knocked to the ground by the violent evil wind.
Just as the claws were about to fall, a figure suddenly stepped in and blocked Mo Yan.
The sharp claw tip was less than half an inch away from Lin Qingyang's eyeballs and stopped the car. The sharp wind made Lin Qingyang's cheeks hurt.
Perhaps because the hot Demon Mark on the back resonated, Lin Qingyang was not repelled by the evil wind around Cang Mo.
He took a breath with lingering fear, looked at the scarlet wolf's eyes close at hand, and said in a very soft voice, "A-Qi... it's me, calm down."
As he spoke, Lin Qingyang boldly stretched out his hand and tentatively shook Cang Mo's demonized hand.
Cang Mo didn't hide from him, nor did he shake him off. He was like a ferocious beast that was identifying a scent, staring at Lin Qingyang with his head tilted, a trace of confusion in his eyes, and his Adam's apple rolling up and down.
Seeing that he seemed to be showing signs of calming down, Lin Qingyang felt a little relieved and took a small step forward, just about to raise his hand to touch his face.
Unexpectedly, Cang Mo's eyes changed, he grabbed Lin Qingyang's wrist with his backhand, and pulled hard.
Lin Qingyang felt the world was spinning for a while, and before he could realize what was happening, he was already head-down, being carried firmly on Cang Mo's shoulders. Then there was a loud sound of wind in his ears, Cang Mo kicked off his legs, and the figure rushed into the depths of the dark corridor.
"Lin Qingyang!" Jin Buhuan shouted, got up from the ground, and Mo Yan were about to chase after them, but the rock formation on top collapsed due to the violent impact just now, and large pieces of heavy gravel crashed down, completely blocking the way forward.
In the pitch-black darkness, Lin Qingyang felt his stomach churn.
Cang Mo's shoulders were as hard as iron, hitting his stomach accurately with every step he took. Lin Qingyang was so dizzy that he instinctively hit Cang Mo's back with both hands. "Where on earth are you taking me!"
The person carrying him turned a deaf ear and just ran wildly through the intricate tomb passages at an alarming speed.
"Put me down first! I'm going to vomit!" Lin Qingyang was worried that he would be separated from Mo Yan and the others, so he kicked his legs twice in annoyance and tried to break free from his shoulders.
Probably annoyed by his random kicking and hitting movements, Cang Mo slapped him hard and impatiently, but he hit him right on the buttocks. The clear and loud slap was particularly obvious in the dead silence of the corridor.
Lin Qingyang was stunned and didn't respond for a long time. After a while, he seemed to realize what happened. His face suddenly turned red, and it took him a long time to hold back a voice that changed his tone in disbelief:
"You... you dare to hit me?! I rebelled against you..."
Lin Qingyang was about to curse loudly, but Cang Mo didn't know where he was walking, and suddenly jumped up, and Lin Qingyang's unspoken curses turned into screams.
After a strong feeling of weightlessness, the moment he landed, Lin Qingyang was jolted hard. He couldn't help but groaned, and gritted his teeth and said, "Just wait... I won't let you go when we get out..."
The scolding gradually became weaker, because Lin Qingyang suddenly noticed that the surrounding environment seemed to have changed.
The cold and decaying atmosphere of the underground mausoleum disappeared, replaced by a moist breeze with a faint fragrance of exotic flowers and plants, and the faint sound of gurgling water could be heard in the ears.
There was no longer pure darkness in front of him. There was something above his head that was emitting a soft, cold white halo, illuminating the surrounding area vaguely.
Lin Qingyang raised his head with difficulty, wanting to see the illusion around him, but before he could see clearly, Cang Mo carried him on his back and went directly into a dark and narrow cave.
Then there was another round of spinning, and Lin Qingyang was thrown to the ground somewhat roughly.
"Hiss..." Lin Qingyang sat on the slightly damp soil, feeling that all the bones in his body were about to fall apart. Before he could curse, a white shadow flashed in front of his eyes, and Cang Mo jumped up and pushed him to the ground.
The next moment, he heard the sound of fabric tearing, his arms felt cold, and half of his sleeves were roughly torn off.
"What are you doing!" Lin Qingyang screamed, raising his eyes to meet Cang Mo's scarlet and fierce wolf eyes, and his heart panicked.