You want me to play the Foehn wind? Are you kidding me?

Han Ya turned her head to look at Fang Xing, but didn't say anything.

Fan Tong walked for a while, then couldn't help but turn back.

"So what did you plan to do after you found him?"

Fang Xing thought for a moment.

"have no idea."

"have no idea?!"

"Following him, at least it's safe."

"This is my plan."

Fan Tong stared at him for several seconds, as if trying to determine whether the man was serious or joking.

Then he took a deep breath, turned around, and said in the most helpless voice he could muster.

"I must be crazy to follow you guys."

But he didn't stop; he continued to lead the way.

When the live stream chat in the Dragon Kingdom saw this part, the comments slowed down for once, but the content was very uniform, with everyone posting the same sentence.

"Fan Tong Thompson, what are you talking about?"

"His accent is so confusing, it sounds like a mix of Japanese, American, and Taiwanese."

"Your mouth is too good for your body."

"Dragon Kingdom audience: Thank you, Fan Tong, for leading the way."

Lin Chen stood behind Old Li, looking at Fan Tong Thompson on the screen who was still muttering to himself, and his lips twitched.

"This person..."

"It's quite interesting."

Fan Tong walked for a while, then couldn't help but look back at Fang Xing, wanting to say a few more words, but he stopped before he could speak.

A low, persistent tremor came from the ground beneath my feet.

Fang Xing stopped in his tracks.

He listened intently for a moment, then quickly scanned the surrounding ruins.

Building ruins, piles of rubble, empty streets—everything looked much the same as before.

But the tremors continued, getting closer and clearer, like a heart rising from the ground.

Ice crystals had already formed between Han Ya's fingers.

"What is that?"

Fan Tong's voice was very low.

No one answered him.

The tremors suddenly stopped, and silence returned; not even the wind could be heard.

Suddenly the street in front cracked open

Black mist, thicker than the energy entities encountered in the ruins, billowed from the edge of the crack.

The fog condensed and shaped rapidly in the air, forming several outlines.

It was in the shape of a human, but taller than a human, and had no facial features, only the shape of a head.

They were shrouded in black mist, and you could vaguely see something flowing inside.

Fan Tong drew his short sword.

"What is this?"

Fang Xing didn't answer, but he had already started moving.

Yellow energy condensed into a hard shell on his fist, and he charged towards the first black figure in front of him, slamming his fist into its torso.

A dull thud came from where the fist struck.

The figure only took a half step back, then reached out and grabbed Fang Xing's arm.

The force was astonishing; Fang Xing's foot slid two deep marks into the ground.

Han Ya waved her hands, and several ice spikes shot towards the figure's head, accurately piercing into the black mist.

The spot where he was hit darkened for a moment, but it didn't dissipate. He released Fang Xing's hand, turned to Han Ya, and opened his mouth.

It emitted a piercing, shrill whistle.

Fan Tong charged up from the side, slashing his short sword at the figure's neck.

The blade cut into the black mist, creating a crack, but the crack quickly healed, like water being cut open and then closed again.

Fan Tong abruptly pulled back his knife, took a few steps back, and his expression changed.

"Oh my God! I can't break it! This thing is completely unbreakable!"

More black figures emerged from the crack, one, two, three, four... their numbers increasing.

Fang Xing's fist slammed into the head of the second figure. Yellow energy exploded at the point of impact, and the figure's head tilted slightly, but quickly returned to normal.

Han Ya's ice spikes kept shooting out, each one precisely hitting the core of the figure, but they could only temporarily stop them, not completely destroy them.

Fan Tong continued to swing his short sword, the cuts he made healing continuously. His breathing became more and more rapid, and his movements became slower and slower.

"...It's endless...this thing is simply impossible to defeat!"

Fan Tong's voice changed; the previous rambling tone completely disappeared, leaving only a suppressed panic.

Fang Xing knew that if things continued like this, he wouldn't be able to hold out for long.

His gauntlets were covered in cracks, and a dark burn mark was left on his left arm where a shadow had grazed him.

Han Ya's face grew paler and paler, the chill emanating from her fingertips weakened, and the speed at which ice cones condensed slowed significantly.

A black figure suddenly broke through Fang Xing's defenses, and an attack struck Han Ya's shoulder, sending her flying backward and crashing into a broken wall.

Fang Xing suddenly turned around, rushed to Han Ya's side, and shielded her behind him.

A trickle of blood seeped from the corner of Han Ya's mouth, but she gritted her teeth and stood up again.

"……fine."

Fang Xing turned around to face the approaching black figures. The yellow energy re-condensed on his fist, but it had dimmed considerably.

Fan Tong stood beside him, a short knife held horizontally in front of him, its blade covered with tiny nicks.

"Are we going to die here?"

Fan Tong's voice was dry and slightly trembling.

"If you still have the energy to spout nonsense, then you're not dead yet."

Fan Tong wanted to say something, but a black figure had already pounced on him. He was forced to meet it head-on. The short sword clashed with the black mist, producing a metallic clang.

……

In the Dragon Kingdom's live stream room, the chat went crazy as soon as the battle began.

"They can't hold on much longer!"

"Han Ya is injured, Fang Xing's gauntlets are almost broken... and Fan Tong's knife is dulled... what should we do..."

"They can't beat them... these things are practically indestructible..."

"Where is Fenfeng? Where is he now? Can he come and save them?"

……

Fang Xing stood in front of Han Ya, and the last crack on his gauntlet shattered, the yellow energy dissipating into tiny specks of light in the air.

A black figure punched him in the chest. He felt as if his ribs had been run over by a truck. He was sent flying backward and crashed into the rubble of the ruins.

He struggled to get up, but a sharp pain shot through his chest, making it difficult to breathe.

Each step seemed to be a death knell for him.

Fang Xing watched the approaching figure and suddenly felt very quiet.

"Am I going to die...? I'm so unwilling to accept this..."

His fingers twitched, trying to make a fist, but his knuckles wouldn't obey him.

He heard footsteps.

Han Ya rushed past him, not very fast, because her shoulder was still bleeding and her left arm was hanging at her side, almost unable to be lifted, but her steps did not falter.

She used her entire body weight to crash into the black figure, her shoulder slamming into its torso.

The black figure was knocked half a step to the side by her impact, and its raised hand paused for a moment, as if it hadn't expected anyone else to rush up.

Immediately afterwards, a second figure rushed over from the other side.

Vanton Thompson hunched over and slammed his shoulders and the full weight of his body into the other side of the shadowy figure.

With forces applied from both directions simultaneously, the dark figure lost its balance and staggered back two steps.

As Han Ya and Fan Tong collided with the dark figure, they also lost their balance and fell to the ground.

Han Ya braced herself against the ground, her palm scratched by the gravel, but she didn't let go and stood up again.

Fan Tong got up a little slowly, panting heavily as he held his knees, but he still stood next to Han Ya.

Two black figures surrounded them from both sides. They didn't rush; they just walked towards them, as if waiting for them to exhaust their last bit of strength.

Han Ya turned her head and glanced at Fang Xing.

"Can you stand up?"

Fang Xing slowly sat up, supporting himself on the rubble. A sharp pain shot through his ribs, but he was trying to stand up.

Fan Tong stared at the two approaching dark figures, his voice weak.

"I think we're doomed, really doomed. I haven't had dinner yet, and my girlfriend is waiting for me at home..."