Draw Goddess from Douluo

This scene happened too suddenly and too tragically, causing everyone present to fall into a brief state of shock. They stared with wide eyes, watching Ma Hu's body slowly fall down, and an indescribable fear surged in their hearts. Although Ma Hu was not a top-notch expert, he was considered a good player among this group of people. However, he lost his life so easily at this moment, which made everyone feel cold in their backs.

"What a pity for a soul master's soul." The evil man shook his head, with a hint of helplessness in his tone. He was tall and slender, with a handsome face but a bit of evil, his long hair fluttering in the wind, and his whole body exuding a strong aura. At this moment, his eyes swept over everyone, as if he could see through the depths of everyone's soul.

Hitt, the mysterious swordsman who had been standing beside the evil man, also put away his sword. There was still blood on the tip of his sword, but it seemed that its sharpness had not been damaged at all. He looked coldly in the direction of the stone altar, and his cold eyes made everyone feel as if they were falling into an ice cellar.

"Do you want to go there yourself, or do you want me to help you?" Hitt's voice was cold and majestic, as if it carried an irresistible force.

Everyone couldn't help swallowing their saliva at this moment. They looked at Hit's cold eyes and the bloody sword in his hand, knowing that if they didn't do what he said, they would be the next one to fall in a pool of blood. So, they moved towards the stone altar with pale faces, fearing that they would be killed if they were not careful.

Behind the huge rock, Liu Yang carefully poked his head out. He witnessed the whole process, and his heart was already filled with turmoil. He remembered the first time he felt this kind of fear was when he saw the evil man fighting with Luo Feng. At that time, he thought he had seen the best battle in the world, but now he realized that it was just the tip of the iceberg.

The evil man in front of him was Bai Ya, who had lost the battle with the leader of Qingyun Peak under the waterfall that day. Liu Yang had heard all kinds of legends about Bai Ya and knew that he was a powerful soul demon who was one of the three deputy leaders of the Blood Sect and his strength was unfathomable. Although Hitt, who was standing next to him at the moment, was not well-known, judging from his ruthlessness and indifference, he was probably not an ordinary person.

Liu Yang knew that he was in an unprecedented crisis. He did not dare to make any rash moves and could only hide behind the huge rock, praying that he would not be discovered by these two terrifying beings. He even breathed carefully, fearing that his breath would reveal his position.

However, even in such fear and depression, Liu Yang still had a stubborn and unwilling heart. He knew that he couldn't just surrender and had to find a way to survive. So, he quietly began to observe the surrounding environment and terrain, trying to find a breakthrough to escape.

At the same time, White Fang and Hitt did not seem to notice Liu Yang's presence. They focused all their attention on the people who were driven to the stone altar. Under their pressure, those people seemed to have lost their will and could only obey their orders.

However, in this tense and oppressive atmosphere, something unusual suddenly happened. A thin man took advantage of the gap when White Fang and Hitt were not paying attention and suddenly rushed out, running in the opposite direction of the stone altar. He was so fast that he ran out of everyone's sight in the blink of an eye.

"Want to escape?" Bai Ya's mouth curled up into a cold smile, and his figure instantly disappeared from the spot. The next moment he appeared behind the fleeing man, slapped him with a palm, and knocked him heavily to the ground, "You still want to escape in front of me? You really don't know how to live or die."

After saying this, White Fang no longer paid attention to the man who had fainted, and turned back to Hitt. This scene also completely shattered the last bit of luck in the hearts of the others. They knew that any escape in front of this evil man was futile. The only thing they could do now was to follow the other party's instructions, and perhaps they could save their lives.

Liu Yang's clenched fists were already sweating. He originally thought that following Qi Ling out this time would be an exciting and interesting adventure. But he didn't expect that this would be a battle of life and death. His back was even soaked with sweat, and the cold and sticky feeling made him more aware of the danger.

He glanced at Qi Ling beside him and found that she looked pale, but for some reason, there was a hint of anticipation on her pretty face. This anticipation formed a sharp contrast with the current dangerous atmosphere, which made Liu Yang feel a little puzzled. She seemed to be waiting for something to happen.

"Crazy girl, will we be discovered?" Liu Yang couldn't help but ask in a low voice. There was a tremor in his voice, which was the fear of the unknown and the worry about life.

Qi Ling did not speak. She suddenly stretched out her cold jade hand and held Liu Yang tightly. Her fingers were as cold as ice, piercing through Liu Yang's palm and into his heart. Liu Yang could feel that Qi Ling's nervousness and fear at the moment seemed to be no less than his.

Qi Ling slowly turned her head and looked at Liu Yang. There seemed to be a mist in her eyes, which was a sign that tears were about to overflow. Liu Yang was shocked. He had never seen Qi Ling so vulnerable. In his impression, Qi Ling had always been a crazy girl who was fearless and full of energy and fighting spirit at all times.