The Pastoral Life of a Cultivation Master

Chapter 3233 Rescuing People
While defending against the attacks of the shadowy figures, Qian Ying and Zhou Zixing slowly retreated, intending to enter the burning passage.

The two of them now discovered that these shadowy figures were not afraid of the flashlight beam! They moved freely through the beam of light, their scarlet eyes becoming even more dazzling under the strong light, and the swallows seemed somewhat disgusted when they were exposed to the light.

This is completely different from what we've observed before, instantly increasing the threat level of these monsters several times over!
When the shadowy figure attacked, Chen Mo and Ouyang Nan dodged and retreated, standing at the very back of the newly constructed passage, with burning wood beside them.

After all, this place is a bit closer to the campsite of all the martial artists, so he can provide timely support should Ouyang Ruoxi encounter any problems.

Fortunately, the campsite area is relatively safe so far, and no shadowy figures have appeared and attacked the warriors gathered around the campfire.

Turning his head, he watched Qian Ying and Zhou Zixing fight against the shadowy figures. He wondered why these shadowy figures were not attacking them, the "easy targets," but instead focusing on Qian Ying and Zhou Zixing.

This shouldn't be the case. Given the speed, the strangeness, and the sheer number of the shadowy figures, these acquired martial artists simply couldn't withstand them and would collapse instantly.

But they seemed to be interfered with by some means, with a dozen dark figures fighting against two innate masters.

Chen Mo turned to look at the other martial artists around him, his gaze lingering for a moment at the boundary between firelight and darkness, and he immediately understood.

It wasn't that the shadowy figures didn't attack them, but rather that they were somewhat afraid of fire!

He observed carefully and noticed that the dark figures would pause slightly as they approached the fiery passage, a hint of fear flashing in their crimson eyes. Although they tried their best to conceal it, their instinctive fear of fire could not escape Chen Mo's keen perception.

The flashlight beam was bright but had no heat, while the burning flame carried a scorching and destructive power that they feared.

At this moment, more than a dozen shadowy figures were besieging Qian Ying and Zhou Zixing, and the battle was fierce. In the darkness, it seemed that some other shadowy figures were also stirring, waiting for their chance to strike.

Chen Mo possessed night vision, so he could clearly see how many shadowy figures had arrived. In addition to the dozen or so who were attacking, there were seven or eight more lurking in the shadows around them. They had not joined the battle but were waiting, waiting for the two innate masters to reveal a weakness, waiting for the best opportunity to strike.

Those shadowy figures thought they could blend into the darkness and remain undetected, but Chen Mo saw them all clearly. They lurked in the shadows, their scarlet eyes narrowed, watching the scene intently.

Several other dark figures bared their teeth at the other martial artists, revealing gaping, lipless maws with sharp white teeth and crimson tongues. They wanted to attack, but hesitated at the edge of the flames, constantly hissing and taunting in the darkness with shrill, piercing voices, trying to break down the martial artists' psychological defenses with fear.

However, the flames from the burning wood formed a natural barrier, making the shadowy figures hesitant to approach. Their fear wasn't of the bright light, but rather the temperature of the flames.

Although Qian Ying and Zhou Zixing were equipped with lighting devices that shone brightly, the lack of flames around them made them vulnerable to concentrated attacks from the shadowy figures.

The flashlight beams, though bright, lacked the intimidating power of the flames; to the shadowy figure, they were nothing more than a bluff. As for the martial artists carrying timber, they had already set the timber on fire along the passageway, creating a long corridor of flames, thus blocking the shadowy figure's sneak attack. Protected by the flames, they were terrified but temporarily out of danger.

However, the martial artists carrying the wood didn't realize the shadowy figure was afraid of fire; their understanding was still based on their previous observations. Wasn't the shadowy figure afraid of light? Why was it attacking Zhou Zixing and Qian Ying? Those two innate masters were covered in lighting equipment, their light much brighter than this!
This conflict of perception filled them with confusion. If even light was no longer effective, what could these acquired martial artists rely on? Fear gripped their hearts, and some began to retreat, wanting to flee the area and retreat to a safer campsite.

In the chaos, a member of the Qian family dropped the wood he was holding and turned to retreat. He walked back along the unfinished path, trying to return to the campfire in the encampment area and seek the protection of the larger flames.

However, he overlooked one point: the passageway was not yet fully completed, and there was still some distance between the campsite and the wood that had not been placed, so there was no campfire.

The martial artist panicked and plunged headlong into the area without flames. Before he could react, a dark shadow that had been lurking in the darkness darted out!

Its speed was as fast as lightning. Before the Qian family warrior could react, it had already pounced on his back, its sharp claws raised high, carrying the bloody scent of death, aiming straight for his heart!

Chen Mo naturally witnessed this scene. He frowned and sighed inwardly. But if he didn't intervene now, this martial artist would surely die, and his death would cause even greater panic. Moreover, he was standing at the far end of the area, closest to this Qian family martial artist. It wouldn't be right for him not to step in and help.

Without hesitation, Chen Mo moved swiftly, darting out like a ghost!

He moved incredibly fast, instantly appearing behind the martial artist. With his left hand, he grabbed the back of the martial artist's collar and pulled him back into the range of the flames. At the same time, he clenched his right fist, concealing his true energy without revealing it, yet he precisely struck the dark figure in the chest!

With a muffled thud, the dark figure was struck as if by lightning, its entire body flying backward, tracing a black arc in the air before crashing heavily into the darkness several meters away, letting out a painful howl, but daring not to approach again. At the same time, its chest was also smashed open by his punch, and a considerable amount of black liquid flowed out.

Fortunately, corrosive liquids require specific conditions, so the black liquid flowing from the shadowy figure does not have any corrosive properties.

The wounded shadowy figure howled as it slowly retreated and disappeared into the darkness. But Chen Mo could see clearly that as the shadowy figure disappeared into the darkness, its injuries seemed to be slowly healing, as if the darkness itself could heal.

Before long, the dark figure with its chest smashed had recovered and stood in the shadows, looking at Chen Mo.

It seems the shadowy figure holds a grudge.

"Damn it, stay within the flame protection! Don't wander off!" Chen Mo shouted at the martial artist, his voice leaving no room for argument.

His gaze swept over the other restless warriors, his eyes sharp as knives, sending a chill down everyone's spine: "Flames can stop them! Light can only make them uncomfortable, but fire can instill fear! Everyone, guard the fire passage, do not retreat!"

The rescued martial artist was also terrified, his face ashen and his body drenched in cold sweat.