We agreed that you, a weak strategist, would fight against three heroes by yourself?

The originally dead world is once again filled with life and vigor.

People cheered, sang and danced to celebrate this hard-earned victory and new life.

They regard Xiaohong, Luo Xiaoyu, Zhang Langzhong, the man in white and all the people who participated in the battle as heroes. Their names are forever engraved in people's hearts, and their stories are passed down from generation to generation, inspiring future generations to continue to pursue justice and light.

The heroes' stories became legends, written into songs by bards and sung in villages.

"Did you hear that?" Luo Xiaoyu broke the silence, her voice trembling slightly.

Xiaohong nodded, her eyes looking into the distance,"

Everyone moved in the direction of the call, taking every step with caution and curiosity.

Xiaohong followed the man in white, looking around from time to time. The dense woods blocked out the sky, the light was dim, and the air was filled with the smell of damp earth, which was completely different from the familiar mountain road before.

Luo Xiaoyu walked at the front of the team, occasionally pushing away branches that blocked the way, humming an unknown tune, seeming to be excited about the unknown journey.

Doctor Zhang followed closely behind, carrying a medicine box on his back, with a serious look on his face, as if he was thinking about something.

Granny Lin walked in the middle of the team, constantly reminding Xiaohong and Luo Xiaoyu to be careful, with a hint of worry in her kind eyes.

Li the Hunter and Zhao the Blacksmith walked at the end of the team, vigilantly observing the surrounding environment, holding their weapons tightly in their hands, ready to respond to emergencies at any time.

The surrounding trees are growing taller and taller, with branches and leaves intertwined, blocking the sunlight and making the surrounding environment even darker.

There is a "strange" smell in the air, which makes people feel uneasy.

Suddenly, a group of ghostly creatures appeared in front of everyone. Their bodies were erratic and they made sharp cries, which made people shudder.

"Be careful!" the man in white shouted, and was the first to draw his sword and attack the ghost creatures, but the sword blade went straight through their bodies without causing any damage.

Luo Xiaoyu screamed in fear and hid behind Grandma Lin.

Upon seeing this, Li the Hunter and Zhao the Blacksmith immediately lit torches, trying to drive away these creatures with flames, but these creatures passed right through the torches and pounced on the crowd.

"Stand back!" Elder Chen shouted, and together with the mysterious old man and the rune elf, they cast a spell. A dazzling light enveloped everyone and temporarily blocked the attack of the ghost creatures.

The light faded, but the ghostly creatures still lingered around, making disturbing roars.

Under the constant harassment of the ghost creatures, the team gradually dispersed...

Xiaohong shouted in panic: "Man in white!" The ghost creature followed like a shadow, and its shrieking sound pierced the eardrums, making people uneasy.

The team gradually dispersed in the panic, and thick fog spread, obscuring the vision.

Doctor Zhang was not paying attention and was swept away by the ghostly creatures that surged up and disappeared into the depths of the fog.

"Doctor Zhang!" Granny Lin exclaimed with a trembling voice, but she only heard the creepy screams of the ghostly creature in response.

Luo Xiaoyu was extremely anxious and pushed away the thick fog, trying to find Doctor Zhang.

"Doctor Zhang! Where are you?" Her voice echoed in the fog, but there was only a hollow echo.

The fog became thicker and thicker, and Luo Xiaoyu seemed to be in a vague world. There was slippery mud under her feet and the erratic figures of ghostly creatures around her. The feeling of fear surged into her heart like a tide.

Xiaohong clutched the sleeve of the man in white tightly, tears welling up in her eyes.

She watched her companions disappear one by one in the fog, her heart filled with helplessness and despair.

The chill of fear spread from the soles of her feet to her entire body, making her shiver.

Blacksmith Zhao, who had been silent all this time, suddenly spoke and sang an ancient ballad in a deep voice.

This song is desolate and tragic, carrying a mysterious power.

What was surprising was that the originally restless ghost creatures actually stopped for a moment after hearing the song. Their erratic movements became slow and their screams gradually weakened.

Everyone looked at Blacksmith Zhao in surprise, as if they saw the dawn of hope.

"Follow me!" Blacksmith Zhao shouted in a low voice, and taking advantage of the moment when the ghost creature was stagnant, he led everyone to break out in one direction.

He swung the hammer in his hand with great force, forcing back the approaching ghostly creatures and clearing a path for everyone.

Everyone followed closely behind Blacksmith Zhao, shuttling through the fog.

Finally, they temporarily got rid of the entanglement of the ghostly creatures and came to a relatively open place.

Everyone sat down against the tree trunk, panting and still in shock.

Blacksmith Zhao looked up at the sky, frowned, and whispered: "These things..."

Before Blacksmith Zhao could finish his words, a ray of light penetrated the dense treetops and shone on everyone.

Like a spotlight on the stage, this beam of sunlight fell precisely on a fleeting ghostly creature.

A shocking scene occurred. The creature exposed to the sunlight let out a shrill scream, and quickly melted like ice and snow encountering a raging fire. Finally, it turned into a wisp of green smoke and disappeared completely.

Everyone held their breath and watched in disbelief what was happening before their eyes.

Then, a corner of the blue sky appeared from the clouds, and more sunlight poured down.

The originally arrogant ghost creatures seemed to have encountered their natural enemies. They avoided the sunlight, uttered wails, huddled in the shadows, and retreated like the tide.

"They are afraid of sunlight!" Luo Xiaoyu shouted in surprise, with a tone of relief at surviving a disaster.

As the ghostly creatures retreated, the thick fog gradually dissipated and the vision became clear.

Doctor Zhang stumbled out from the depths of the woods, his face pale, obviously frightened.

"I...I'm fine..." he said breathlessly.

Granny Lin quickly stepped forward to support him, her eyes full of concern: "I'm glad you're okay, I'm glad you're okay..."

Everyone gathered together again, the joy of surviving the disaster spread across each other's faces.

They supported and comforted each other, feeling the warmth that had been lost and regained.

"It seems that we are not without a chance of winning." Elder Chen stroked his beard, his eyes flashing with wisdom.

After experiencing this sudden crisis, everyone became more united and their confidence was greatly enhanced.

They realized that if they worked together, they could overcome any difficulty.

Xiaohong looked at the man in white with gratitude, and he gently stroked her hair.

"Little girl, don't run around next time!" Li the hunter smiled and patted Luo Xiaoyu on the shoulder.

"You are the one who stinks!" Luo Xiaoyu retorted with a smile on her face.

Everyone looked at each other. They knew that there were more challenges waiting for them ahead, but they were ready.

Blacksmith Zhao suddenly raised his head and looked into the distance. After walking for a long time, the trees gradually became sparse and an open space appeared in front of him.

In the center of the open space, a huge barrier stood out in the air, flashing a faint blue light, like a huge mirror, reflecting distorted light.

The surface of the barrier was as smooth as jade, yet extremely hard, blocking everyone's way.

"What is this?" Luo Xiaoyu walked to the barrier first, reached out to touch it, but was bounced back by an invisible force.

"Ouch!" She rubbed her hands, feeling like she had hit an iron wall.

The man in white drew his sword, and the blade, with a sharp aura, slashed fiercely at the barrier.

However, the moment the sword blade came into contact with the barrier, only a burst of dazzling sparks flew out, while the barrier remained motionless, without even a scratch.

The crisp sound of metal collision echoed in the open space, carrying a hint of unsettling echo.

"Let me try!" Blacksmith Zhao swung the hammer, tensed his muscles, and smashed the barrier with all his strength.

"Dang!" There was a loud and deafening sound, and the hammer bounced back. Blacksmith Zhao felt a numbness in his palm and almost couldn't hold the hammer handle.

The barrier was still intact, emitting a faint blue light, as if mocking their powerlessness.

Elder Chen and the mysterious old man joined forces, muttering something, and runes flew out from their hands and hit the barrier.

The runes flashed with golden light, interweaving with the blue light of the barrier, making a "sizzling" sound.

However, after a moment, the golden light dimmed, the runes dissipated, and the barrier still stood.

Everyone tried various methods, but none of them could shake the barrier at all.

There was a burning feeling in the air, the flame of hope gradually died out, and was replaced by a deep sense of powerlessness.

They gathered in front of the barrier, frowning and silent.

Just when everyone was at a loss, some strange runes suddenly appeared on the barrier.

These runes glowed red, as bright as blood, and stood out against the dark blue barrier.

The runes have strange shapes, the likes of which no one has ever seen before. They rotate slowly as if they have life, emitting a mysterious aura.

The air around them suddenly became heavy, and an inexplicable sense of oppression enveloped everyone.

The wind stopped, the birdsong disappeared, and the whole world seemed to stand still. Only the flashing red runes on the barrier and the rapid breathing of the crowd remained.

"These runes... I seem to have seen them somewhere..." Elder Chen muttered to himself, frowning as he tried hard to recall.

Blacksmith Zhao stared at the rune, a strange light flashed in his eyes. He slowly stretched out his hand and said, "This, is..."

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Everyone gathered in front of the barrier, holding their breath, staring at the strange red runes with sharp eyes.

The runes seemed to be stained with blood, jumping on the dark blue barrier and emitting a strange light.

The light kept changing, sometimes scarlet as fire, sometimes dim, and everything around was reflected in the flickering light, as if you were in an illusory space.

Xiaohong was standing by, carefully copying the shape of the rune on animal skin paper with charcoal. Her brows were furrowed and her eyes were focused, afraid of missing any details.

A breeze blew by, bringing a hint of coolness, ruffling the hair on her forehead, but she didn't notice it at all.

Suddenly, there was a movement behind the barrier, and an unsettling feeling filled the air.

The light of the red rune became stronger and stronger, as if foreshadowing something.

The next moment, several figures slowly walked out from behind the barrier.

They were dressed in black, holding sharp blades and had ferocious smiles on their faces.

The person in the lead was the black-clad leader who had once left a deep impression on them.

When the man in white saw them, his face turned pale instantly. He clenched the sword in his hand. Luo Xiaoyu clenched his fists even more tightly, making a clattering sound. They wished they could rush up and tear them into pieces immediately.

"It's really you bunch of ghosts that linger around!" Luo Xiaoyu said gritting her teeth.

Li the Hunter and Zhao the Blacksmith roared, drew their weapons, and rushed towards the man in black like tigers descending from the mountains.

However, the men in black were well prepared and they quickly set a trap on the ground.

Li the Hunter and Zhao the Blacksmith were caught off guard and their feet were stuck in it. Their bodies were tightly bound and they struggled, their screams of pain echoing throughout the space.

"Be careful! They have a trap!" the man in white shouted angrily, warning everyone.

At this moment, the mysterious old man and the rune elf attacked at the same time.

The cane in the old man's hand emitted a dazzling light, and countless runes flew out from the cane, turning into beams of light, bombarding the man in black.

The rune elf waved the glowing staff in her hand, and runes surrounded her body, condensing into a powerful energy that rushed towards the man in black.

The surrounding air vibrated violently under the impact of magic, with howling winds and flying sand and rocks.

The black-clad leader sneered and waved the scimitar in his hand, easily blocking the attacks of the old man and the rune elf.

Their strange movements and tacit coordination made it difficult for the old man's attacks to be effective.

"It seems that your strength is just this!" The black-clothed leader said coldly, his tone full of disdain.

The man in white slowly drew out his sword, pointing the tip of the sword directly at the man in black. He whispered, "Today, I will kill you here!"

The attack of the men in black came like a violent storm, and everyone was at a loss and in danger.

Granny Lin's arm was scratched by the flying gravel, and her sleeves were stained red with blood.

Doctor Zhang dodged the attacks while quickly bandaging Grandma Lin's wounds.

There were not many medicinal herbs to begin with, and they were consumed even faster in the continuous battles.

The air was filled with a strong smell of blood mixed with the bitterness of herbs, which was nauseating.

Luo Xiaoyu waved the dagger in her hand, trying hard to protect the ancient scroll elf behind her.

The man in black seemed to realize the importance of the ancient scroll elf and his attacks became more fierce.

Luo Xiaoyu was careless and was cut across the chest by the sharp blade of the man in black, and blood gushed out instantly.

She groaned, her body swayed a few times, and finally fell to the ground.

"Xiao Yu!" Xiao Hong shouted in horror, her eyes blurred with tears.

The morale of the crowd was severely hit and the attack became slow.

The man in white was fighting fiercely with the leader in black. His sword skills were sharp and every move was deadly.

However, after a long battle, his strength was consumed greatly, his movements began to become slow, and beads of sweat the size of beans appeared on his forehead.

The black-clad leader sneered, he knew that the white-clad man was about to reach the end of his strength.

At this critical moment, Elder Chen, who had been silent all the time, suddenly stood up.

He walked tremblingly to the black-clad leader and said in a hoarse voice: "Stop! This fight is meaningless!"

Everyone looked at Elder Chen in surprise, not understanding why he wanted to stop the battle.

The black-clad leader was also stunned. He looked at Elder Chen with interest, waiting for his next words.

Elder Chen took a deep breath and continued, "I know what you want. I can help you get it, but the prerequisite is that you must stop attacking."

The black-clad leader narrowed his eyes and looked Elder Chen up and down, as if evaluating the truthfulness of his words.

After a moment, he waved his hand, signaling his men to stop attacking.

"What qualifications do you have to negotiate with me?" the black-clad leader asked coldly.

Elder Chen smiled slightly and said, "I know your leader..." He paused, glanced at everyone, and lowered his voice, "He has a fatal weakness..."

Elder Chen's words were like thunder, exploding in everyone's hearts.

The black-clothed leader's face instantly turned pale, and he stared at Elder Chen intently.

"You...how do you know?" The black-clothed leader's voice trembled slightly, as if his deepest secret had been revealed.

Elder Chen did not answer, but turned his gaze to the rune elf and nodded slightly.

The rune elf understood, she closed her eyes and began to chant softly.

The singing was like the sound of nature, with a hint of strange magic, echoing in the air, and every note seemed to strike on people's heartstrings.

The leader in black covered his ears in pain, his ferocious face became distorted, and his body was shaking slightly.

Veins bulged on his forehead, and blood vessels wriggled under his skin like earthworms. His originally sharp eyes became confused.

He let out a low roar, as if he was enduring great pain.

"Now!" the man in white shouted, and the sword in his hand burst into dazzling light, like lightning that cuts through the darkness, pointing directly at the leader in black.

Others also reacted.

Li the Hunter and Zhao the Blacksmith broke free from the trap. They roared and rushed towards the men in black who had lost their leader's command like two angry beasts.

Although Luo Xiaoyu was seriously injured, she still held the dagger tightly, her eyes full of desire to fight.

The men in black were in chaos. They fled everywhere like headless flies, and their originally sharp attacks became weak and powerless.

Under the fierce attack of the crowd, they were defeated step by step, wailing came one after another, blood splattered everywhere, dyeing the grass on the ground red.

The joy of victory surged into everyone's hearts, as if they had seen the hope of unlocking the mysterious summons.

During the intervals of the battle, Xiaohong and the man in white snuggled together tightly.

Xiaohong, the man in white, leaned gently in his arms, feeling his warmth and security. The sweetness of love dispelled the fatigue of the battle.

Luo Xiaoyu slowly woke up under everyone's care. She opened her eyes and saw the relieved smiles on everyone's faces.

She grinned, revealing a bright smile, and the warmth of friendship made her feel extremely at ease.

This battle deepened the relationship between the people. They trusted and supported each other, as if they were an inseparable whole. (End of this chapter)