Daqin Zhentiansi

Chapter 1137 The Black Token Begins to Glow

The arrow pierced the eye socket of an ironback lizard, exited from the back of its head, and became embedded in the rock wall.

The lizard twitched a few times, then fell off the rock face and crashed into the pack of wolves below.

The bowstring broke.

Amu stared at the bowstring broken in two in his hand, remained silent for a moment, then threw the bow to the ground and drew the short knife from his waist.

He is an archer who has been practicing archery for over a decade; close-quarters combat is not his forte.

But he still rushed forward.

He plunged a knife into the throat of a demon wolf, and the wolf bit his left arm before falling.

The moment the fangs pierced through the flesh, Amu groaned, stabbed again with the short knife in his right hand, and then kicked the wolf's head away.

He glanced down at his arm, saw it wasn't bandaged, and pounced on the next monster.

Yan Qing had lost count of how many times she had made the cuts.

My arm was completely numb, and every swing of the knife was just a matter of muscle instinct.

His bone knife was broken into jagged edges, the blade was full of nicks, and the body of the knife had several cracks, so it could break at any moment.

A steelback lizard fell from the rock face, its massive tail sweeping across and slamming into his shield.

Yan Qing was sent flying, crashing into the rock wall and bouncing back, rolling several times on the ground before stopping.

He had lost all feeling in his left arm, and the shield had flown away somewhere.

He tried to get up, but his legs wouldn't obey him.

He glanced down and saw a deep wound on his left calf, blood gushing out and staining his trouser leg a dark red.

He didn't know when he was injured.

A rhinoceros with iron skin charged at him.

The huge hooves stomped on the ground, causing the ground to shake violently with each step.

Yan Qing struggled to crawl to the side, but her body wouldn't obey her commands.

He watched helplessly as the enormous shadow rolled over him.

Then one hand grabbed him by the back of his collar and pulled him backward several meters.

The iron-skinned rhinoceros's hoof stomped down where he had just been lying, creating a large crater in the ground.

Yan Laoshuan left him aside and stood in front of him.

"Kid, don't die here."

Yan Laoshuan's left shoulder is completely immobile and can only hang down at his side.

Blood kept flowing down from the wound, down the arm to the fingertips, and then dripping onto the ground.

But he was still standing.

He held a steel-spine bull leg bone, which he had picked up from who-knows-where, in both hands, and held it horizontally in front of him, blocking Yan Qing and the other magical beasts.

"Uncle Yan..." Yan Qing's throat seemed to be blocked by something.

"Shut up." Yan Laoshuan didn't turn around. "Save your strength, we'll fight again later."

The defenses are continuously shrinking.

The distance from the end of the canyon, once a hundred steps, was shortened to fifty steps, and then to twenty steps.

One by one, the survivors fell, and the remaining people huddled in an ever-shrinking space, back to back, facing the monsters from all directions.

Tuoba Shan was dragged out of the pile of corpses by his comrades.

His left arm was covered in blood, there was a hole in his shoulder where a fang had pierced through, and three rips were torn in his breastplate by claws.

He leaned against the rock wall, panting heavily. He could no longer lift his left hand, but his right hand was still tightly gripping the broken spear, with a piece of monster flesh still hanging from the tip.

Amu sat next to him, blood still seeping from the wound on his left arm.

His short sword was chipped and stained with black monster blood. He was using a rag to wrap the hilt and his hand together.

This way, the knife won't slip out of your hand.

Only about thirty men remained on the defensive line.

They huddled at the foot of the rock face at the end of the canyon, their backs against the massive, snow-covered mountain carving.

The cold rocks pressed against their backs, slowly absorbing their body heat.

Above them, the ironbacked lizards clinging to the rock face were still looking down on them.

This is a certain death situation.

No one will come to save them.

This is deep inside a fissure hundreds of feet underground, and no one knows they are trapped here.

The second batch of reinforcements is still on its way, and even when they arrive, they won't know about the rift. And even if they do find out, it will be too late.

Yan Qing leaned against the rock wall and suddenly felt a little sleepy.

Blood loss made his eyelids feel heavy, and his consciousness began to blur.

The sounds of fighting nearby grew fainter and fainter, as if separated by a thick layer of water.

His ears were ringing, the world was spinning, and the hand holding the knife no longer felt like his own.

"Kid, wake up!" Yan Laoshuan's voice seemed to come from a great distance.

Yan Qing opened his eyes wide and saw Yan Laoshuan patting his face.

The old man's face was covered in blood and dust, but his eyes were still bright.

They shone like two balls of fire.

"Look at me. Don't sleep. If you fall asleep, you won't wake up."

Yan Qing nodded and bit her tongue hard.

The pain brought him to his senses.

He gripped the knife tightly again, even though his hands were shaking so badly he could barely hold it.

Tuoba Shan planted the broken spear in the ground and struggled to his feet.

His legs were trembling, but he still managed to stand up.

He looked at the densely packed monsters ahead, their purplish-black pupils forming a continuous wall in the darkness, seemingly without end.

He glanced back at the rock face behind him, carved with frost and snow-capped peaks, and remained silent for a moment.

Then he turned back and smiled.

"The remnants of the White Frost Clan, the Tuoba Tribe." He raised his broken spear, the tip pointing at the demonic beasts. "Fight to the death."

The Iron Rhino launched another charge.

This time, Tuoba Shan did not go to meet him.

He stood upright, the broken spear in his hand pointing straight ahead.

The survivors behind him also stood up, holding broken swords, and stood on either side of him.

They didn't speak, but everyone stood very straight.

The sound of the monster's hooves grew closer.

The iron rhinoceros's horn was about to collide with the shield at the very front.

The lead rhinoceros lowered its head and let out a deep roar.

Its horn tip is less than three zhang away from the foremost Tuoba Mountain.

Two zhang (approximately 6.6 meters).

One zhang (approximately 3.3 meters).

Just then, Zhang Yuan clenched his fist.

He leaned against the back rock wall, his eyes closed, as if he were asleep.

Everyone assumed he was seriously injured or exhausted.

No one bothered him.

But when the iron-skinned rhinoceros's hooves sounded, and when the remaining soldiers prepared to use their bodies to block the last wave of attack, Zhang Yuan opened his eyes.

Then his hands clenched.

His right hand remained firmly gripping the black token.

The edge of the token dug into his palm, but he didn't let go.

But it's different now.

He didn't just hold it.

He gripped it tightly.

The token, which had been silent and lifeless for millions of years, suddenly began to heat up at this moment.

It's not just a slight fever.

It's hot.

It was as if a flame had awakened from the depths of the token, spreading along the patterns to the entire surface of the token.

The black token began to glow. (End of Chapter)