There were too many karma fire heroic spirits rushing over. Even though countless locust swarms went berserk because of the death of the female locust, the powerful offensive collapsed under the impact of the heroic spirits...

But Qiao Qingsong discovered that many of the heroic spirits who rushed over could no longer bear the burning fire of karma, and their bodies became extremely weak...

However, they still flew as hard as they could, crossing the insect swarms as much as possible and igniting more karma fires.

When those heroic spirits were about to disappear, their eyes fell on the snow city one after another, with nostalgia and reluctance, blessings and expectations in their eyes...

Then the spirit body burst into pieces, bursting into flames that filled the sky and swept across the sky.

The complex looks in his eyes moved Qiao Qingsong. Every time an explosion of fire appeared in the sky, Qiao Qingsong's heart trembled violently.

The scenes that happened in front of him were deeply engraved in his mind and turned into an eternal mark, enough to be remembered by Qiao Qingsong for a lifetime.

They just left... but turned into traces of memory, engraved in the minds of everyone in the city...

Passed away in the raging fire, and will be eternal in the raging fire.

Perhaps...this is the best way for them to say goodbye to their hometown...

Looking at this scene, Chu Xingwan was already crying, while Qiao Qingsong's eyes widened with shock...

Because he saw a familiar figure from behind, that was a middle-aged man with unshaven beard and scars on the corners of his lips. Qiao Qingsong didn't know his name.

But it was because of him that Qiao Qingsong was able to survive the demonic disaster. Therefore, he determined to continue to become stronger. In the future, like him, he would join the defense force, guard Daxia, and guard Xinghuo...

That was the back figure that I had been chasing so far. I didn’t expect to see him again in this way today...

And the middle-aged man seemed to feel Qiao Qingsong's burning gaze!

Burning with fire, he couldn't help but look down and smiled freely: "Boy...are you going to keep watching down below? Come up! I'll teach you how to fight this battle!"

Qiao Qingsong's face turned red with excitement and his whole body was shaking. He was covered in black warrior armor and charged straight into the battlefield with a sword!

"Here we come! I don't know the name of my senior..."

"Hahahaha~ It doesn't matter who I am anymore, because...my life continues in every person I have ever protected..."

"As long as you keep moving forward, one day you will become the hope in others' hearts and the light in their eyes..."

Qiao Qingsong's eyes turned red: "This junior will definitely live up to his instructions and move forward with determination!"

"But... senior, please walk more slowly, and allow junior to walk with you for a while longer!"

"Hahahaha...come!"

On the battlefield of Snow City, the Great Xia Defense Force and countless fire-burning heroic souls are in the same frame, slaying the enemy together!

The fire continues... is passed on...

And this situation not only happens in Syracuse, but also in all Spark cities.

People who are in despair are afraid, confused, and don't know the future, let alone whether they can see the sun tomorrow.

But when they looked up at the sky and saw groups of red meteors streaking across the night sky, the fire of hope in their hearts was rekindled.

The locust swarms in the sky turned into a sea of ​​fire and fell one after another. This scene also turned into eternity and was deeply engraved in the memory of all people. Even time will not let it fade.

…

In Sichuan City, Yan Shiba was dressed in a black suit, a blood-red shirt, and an evil ghost mask on his face. At this moment, the matchbox barrier in Sichuan City had been broken.

Now the entire Spark City is shrouded in the phantom of the Eighteenth Level Hell. Although it is ferocious and terrifying, no one has died in Sichuan City since Yan Shiba came here.

Everyone looked at the phantom of hell in shock, never expecting that the one who saved them was not the Tianmen Church, but the Hundred Ghosts Yama that everyone hated...

He defended Sichuan City, fighting against the king of the endless sea till now, until countless flaming heroic souls flew in and lit up the night sky of Sichuan City.

Even when Yan Shiba looked at this scene, his eyes were full of astonishment, and then the look of astonishment turned into a helpless wry smile.

He took out a cigarette from his arms, lit it silently, raised his head and blew out a puff of smoke, watching the wisps of smoke dissipate before his eyes...

"That's why...I don't want to leave the human race..."

I saw Wang DaNiao twisting his neck: "That's enough. It would be rude to hit you any further~"

"Hey~ the red-haired one, I'll fight you again next time I have a chance. Your ability is quite interesting~"

After saying this, a pair of gray wings spread out from Wang Big Bird's back, and there was a loud "boom". He abandoned countless soldiers on the spot and flew straight towards the seaside.

The veins on Yan Shiba's forehead popped out, and a red light flashed in his eyes: "The order Ren gave me... is not just to defend the city, but also to kill you!"

"Just listen to what he says this time, and you won't let him get away with it!"

"You can leave! You can stay alive!"

I saw that Yan Shiba left a thousand-meter-long demon statue of Yama to guard the city, turned into a red light, and chased Wang Daniao...

Wang DaNiao turned back with helpless eyes:

"You've been playing all night, aren't you tired? And... I'm a creature of the sea and air. It's too dry on land and I'm not used to it..."

"Stop chasing me, I am a man you will never be able to catch up with in your life!"

"The big bird spreads its wings? The sky breaks!"

Wang DaNiao accelerated rapidly and disappeared from Yan Shiba's field of vision almost instantly. His speed increased several times.

Yan Shiba:!!!

This guy... didn't try his best at all?

…

In Fog City, the entire Spark City was shrouded in the shadows of mountains. The cockroach crawler held a pen in one hand and an inkstone in the other, writing bright red words for "kill" in the air. The words "kill" turned into swords, killing large swarms of insects.

After an entire offensive and defensive battle, he almost lost the strength to lift his pen. Looking at the countless red meteors rushing towards and igniting the swarm of insects, the cockroach crawler was startled, and then sighed heavily...

In front of the sand city, there was a corpse of insects at the feet of the trumpet player. Looking at the sky full of stars, his eyes were red. He couldn't help but licked his dry lips and murmured: "I will play a song to see you off..."

Over Shacheng, the night sky was set on fire, and the sound of suona was high-pitched and sad, echoing endlessly and lingering for a long time...

The pimp guarding An City summoned countless ghost soldiers with his erhu, fighting endlessly with the swarms of insects, looking at the flying red meteors with sadness in his eyes...

He bowed silently and said softly: "Let's go..."

At the same time, countless ghost soldiers bowed together with the trumpet players to bid farewell to the heroic spirits...

In the mountain city, the stinky chess basket uses the Spark City as the chessboard, and places its stones in the void, killing a large number of insect swarms and keeping the mountains and rivers intact.

Looking at the fire of karma that burned up the sky above the mountain city, the expression on the stinky chess basket was complicated, and he silently clenched his fists...

"It's the child's karma...the price of growth is too heavy for him..."

"I hope...don't hurt him too deeply..."

"After this incident, it's time to go and play chess with that kid..."

With a hint of worry and distress in the eyes of the stinky chess basket, he bowed to the sky full of heroic souls.

In front of the Holy City, Yan Lu, who had been fighting Dingdang so far, missed his attack. A cat paw print appeared in the void, and at this moment, Dingdang was no longer in Daxia.

She is always keeping an eye on the progress of the Mitian Project. She is already like this, why is she giving up?

Evacuate quickly to avoid a long night of dreams...

I've already tried my best, Master Mirage shouldn't blame me, right?

Yan Lu snorted coldly: "Are you leaving? Do you want to destroy my holy city? Go back and practice for another hundred and eighty years!"

Hey, why did she just leave?

In the night sky, countless rays of fire flew towards the holy city. Yan Lu couldn't help but frown, and a hint of unlucky light flashed in his eyes:
Chapter completed!