"The target is here, assemble quickly!" The shout from Borisin completely exposed Hanxing's whereabouts.
"Damn it, this shout attracted Borisin. I'm exhausted." While muttering to himself, he didn't stop moving. Netherworld transformed into a throwing knife and flew out, accurately hitting the Borisin's trachea.
"Looks like a fierce battle is brewing—" Qianchong used the Borisin, the throwing knife transforming into a long halberd which Hanxing gripped tightly. The footsteps around them grew increasingly dense, indicating the approaching danger.
Before long, more and more Borisin appeared in front of Hanxing, but they tacitly did not take a step. The corpses of two Borisin beside him were oozing purple blood, leaving an eerie atmosphere for the standoff.
"I'll give you a chance. Get out of my way and don't block my way. Otherwise, you can just wait to be cleaved in two by this halberd." Hanxing raised the halberd, and seeing Borisin's somewhat frightened expression, he pretended to be calm and threatened him.
"Go... go! For Lord Hoolay!" A shout broke the eerie silence from one of the Borisin, and dozens of Borisin roared in unison, rapidly approaching Hanxing.
"As expected, you still haven't learned your lesson—" Hanxing closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, a nearly arrogant smile was on his face, "Then let you rabble see what's what. Let's make you realize that trash is trash!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Hanxing started running. With a leap, he plunged into the enemy ranks. The heavy halberd cut through the air with a sharp whistling sound, and a blood-stained figure began to dance among the enemy.
The halberd blade sliced through the body of the approaching Borisin, splitting him vertically in two. Purple blood splattered onto the dark trench coat, staining the rational undertones with madness.
The situation on the field had completely turned into a "mowing down of enemies". The scattered corpses of Borisin, mixed with purple blood, flowed all over the ground. The halberd that was dancing with power did not diminish, and after cutting the last Borisin in half at the waist, it fell silent.
"Huff... Huff--" Hanxing gripped the halberd, panting heavily. Some half-dead bodies struggled and crawled on the ground, their groans slowly fading away. The remaining corpses flailed their arms wildly towards the sky in a reflexive manner.
"Looks like I have to... hurry up and leave—at this rate... they... will gather again..." Hanxing muttered to himself, panting. The tremors of the ground were becoming more and more obvious, indicating that a larger number of Borisin reinforcements were approaching.
There was no light at the bottom of the Prison of Deep Seclusion; the faint green glow emanating from the Netherworld was the only source of light. The halberd had transformed back into a longsword, and Hanxing's slightly heavy footsteps echoed around him, revealing an indescribable sense of loneliness.
Borisin's pursuers couldn't catch up in the short term, and Hanxing continued forward, her mind drifting back to the time before she came to this world.
He had never forgotten who taught him that incredibly skillful and violent halberd technique. Although she had already stopped in the river of life, Hanxing continued to live on alone, carrying their hopes.
Oh, and of course, there's now. He won't forget why he got here. The name "Firefly" is already firmly etched in his mind, becoming an unforgettable spark of light.
"Ying..." A warm yet weary smile appeared on Hanxing's face. The figure imprinted in his heart had never disappeared. This wondrous journey had started so hastily. So hastily that... he had almost forgotten how he got here.
The footsteps around him grew heavier, and more Borisin were gathering in their direction. Hanxing subconsciously tightened his grip on his longsword and let out a long breath.
"Come on, even if it costs me my life!"
Meanwhile, on the other side, Firefly Ying, along with March 7th, Yanqing, and Yunli, were rushing to the Prison of Deep Seclusion.
Firefly's gaze was fixed on the somewhat cold necklace around her neck, which was flashing with a dangerous frequency.
"These two items are interconnected; when the other party encounters danger, this part will glow as a warning."
A strange emptiness gripped Firefly's heart. She gently stroked the necklace around her neck, the cold touch slowly warming as it met her palms, yet she refused to let go.
" Hanxing... he's in danger—" Firefly murmured unconsciously in her sleep.
"What? You're muttering ' Hanxing ' and 'dangerous'? What happened to him?" March 7th asked curiously.
"I don't know, but I have a feeling..." Firefly lowered her head and shook it gently. "I might not be able to stay with you all any longer. Farewell."
"Well, goodbye, Miss Firefly." Yanqing waved to Firefly.
"Goodbye, Miss Firefly!" Yunli waved back.
"Well, goodbye, everyone." Firefly turned around, a smile hidden beneath a worried expression. "I hope you can all grow to have enough confidence to face Hoolay."
Flames swept around, and the familiar black and green dress gradually turned to ashes, replaced by steel armor. The seemingly weak Firefly disappeared without a trace, leaving only the indomitable Sam standing in place.
Flames appeared at the soles of his feet, and the floor was scorched black by the resulting flames.
The mecha leaped into the air and soared into the sky in an instant. At this moment, Liu Ying was about to activate the remaining harmonic tuning, but found that it had become extremely thin, with only a fragile light flickering at its source.
" The Prison of Deep Seclusion —its power is so weak... He's really in trouble..." Thinking of this, Firefly's heart became even more panicked. The bursting orange-red flames slowly dissipated, replaced by a green streak of light. A green meteor streaked across the sky, leaving a brilliant green trail behind it.
At this point, Hanxing was already engaged in a fierce battle.
The longsword that had been easily wielded in his hand became increasingly heavy. The blood flowing from Hanxing's hand and the foul blood gushing from Borisin's body mingled together and dripped from the tip of the sword.
"Beasts... beasts, come on!" Hanxing's roar echoed through the prison, but he couldn't hide his heavy breathing. His plans and strategies had been thrown into the trash can; the only thing he needed to consider was how to survive.
He warily watched the approaching Bu Borisin, bloodstains seeping from his tattered trench coat, the corpses of the Borisin piled up beneath him like a small mountain, making the remaining Borisin dare not take another step forward.
"Roar--" A Borisin a soft roar, his eyes filled with both bloodlust and awe. Unfortunately, in their eyes, that was all.
The encirclement of Hanxing by a dozen or so Borisin gradually tightened, and the distance between them grew closer and closer. The pervasive stench of blood emanating from the powerful figures moved all the Borisin. A greedy light gleamed in those eyes, and even the act of licking their lips was filled with aggression.
Hanxing gently closed her eyes and murmured as if in a dream:
"Hotaru, can you hear me? I miss you so much--"