Chapter 142

"What!" Chen Hao shouted, for a moment he could not believe what was in his hands.

After all, they had thought it was just a game, but now they had actually gotten themselves dragged into it.

"In that case! Isn't that just trading one's own soul with a demon?" Chen Hao shouted immediately, his expression becoming extremely agitated; he had thought it was a game, but now he had become someone else's plaything.

Chen Hao thought this, breaking out in a cold sweat; he finally felt the terror of having his vital point seized, sensing Death hovering around him but not yet taking him.

Boom—

Another thunderclap sounded, accompanied by a flash of lightning, and the giants' bodies were pressed down another notch.

Chen Hao watched the giants grit their teeth, blood flowing bright red.

"Is there any way to remedy this!" Chen Hao watched the giants fall one by one, extremely anxious; he grabbed the spear beside him, about to hurl it skyward, but Jin Meng seized him.

Jin Meng shook his head, signaling Chen Hao not to do that.

As Jin Meng held him, Chen Hao gradually calmed down and grew somewhat clearer-headed.

"So, what should we do?" Chen Hao fell into thought; the sky grew dark, thunder and lightning intertwined, the giants propping up the sky slowed its descent, buying a little time.

"What should we do?"

This is the problem Chen Hao faces; the nation must move forward, but Li State lacks explosive equipment; now, if he encounters Yang Xin or other adventurers, he can fight with his weapon, but against those who have taken other nations' treasures, he cannot confront them head-on.

Chen Hao was worried and at a loss, unsure of his next move; he did not know whether his weapon could stop the sky's anomaly, but he knew that if his weapon disappeared, he would essentially lose the ability to contend with others.

He helplessly watched the giants' bodies fall one by one, accompanied by flashes of lightning and thunder, and the dust kicked up at that instant.

At that moment only a sharp ringing was heard, and a red afterimage flashed across the sky!

Ding—

After the lightning struck the red afterimage, its form slowly emerged!

The sword's entirely red body had a black thread wandering within it like a living thing, moving up and down; then the red sword emitted a dangerous aura, gradually turning black.

"I don't remember who I am, but I know what I must do." Feng Yan shouted, then appeared in everyone's sight.

Feng Yan raised his right hand; the Black Sword flew into his grip, his eyes fixed on the sword, then he turned and saw the giants behind him.

"It's time to help you!" Feng Yan shouted, then leapt vigorously, the Black Sword carrying him to stand before the giants.

"Ah, it's you—really, this sorry state truly doesn't befit our giant clan." A giant gave a wry smile, looked at Feng Yan and said.

"Ah." Feng Yan replied, then jumped down from the Black Sword's blade.

"What are you planning to do?" the giants watched Feng Yan's actions, finding it strange, and sensed that this person before them seemed somewhat different from before.

Feng Yan himself was not clear why he felt so close to the giants before him, as if they were old friends he knew well.

Feng Yan closed his eyes and raised the sword.

He did not want to see these giants drenched in blood and gore, yet he persisted; at that moment, a phrase appeared in Feng Yan's mind.

Air Wall.

Feng Yan suddenly lifted his head, gazing at the sky—though it was pitch black, with occasional thunder and blue lightning—but Feng Yan knew it was time to act.

Those black clouds were like a black curtain; the flickering white light, accompanied by repeated booming thunder from each flash, then the cloud layer kept descending, striking the giants' bodies, filling the air with the smell of scorched flesh.

The smell made Feng Yan want to vomit, but he knew he had more important things to do; he endured the stench and raised his sword!

"Look, that person's bearing!"

A sharp-eyed person spotted a blurry figure, then saw someone holding aloft a black longsword that emitted dark purple light, aimed at the ever‑descending sky!

"Feng Yan—" a girl saw that figure, called out his name, and at the same time recalled the dancer she had created.

"This time, it should be fine." Chen Hao looked out the window, knowing that was Feng Yan emerging to help the giants.

He knew his friend had once again aided the giants.

But the difference is, before only one received help, whereas now everyone must be saved by Feng Yan.

"Succeed, Feng Yan! This will be one of your cultivations." Chen Hao laughed, watching Feng Yan raise the Black Sword about to fall; he knew this time it was certain.

Feng Yan closed his eyes and raised his sword.

At that moment, a gale blew away his hair, and Feng Yan still had no information about them in his mind. But he only knew that the familiarity they brought and the warmth in his heart made Feng Yan realize these people were acceptable.

"Break!"

Feng Yan shouted, brought down his Black Sword heavily; as the sword's body released dark‑purple sword qi, the black clouds in the sky slowly dissipated.

"Is it over?"

Feng Yan felt strange; according to his expectation, this situation should not have been easy for him, yet what was it? How should he describe it?

"An accident?"

"Or something else, or is someone secretly helping me?"

In an instant Feng Yan considered many possibilities, letting his thoughts run wild, and thus he did not fully notice the changes above.

Under the assault of Feng Yan's purplish‑black sword qi, the black clouds departed, yet the white clouds in the sky gathered together, like a massive whirlpool on the sea.

"What!" Chen Hao widened his eyes, simply unable to believe what lay before him.

Chen Hao could not believe it, and within the black clouds, a satisfied figure was muttering to himself.

"Hmm, these kids—I've only seen a few, but their situation doesn't really satisfy me: amnesia, jealousy, even a lust for power; the most ridiculous part is that merely promising to fulfill a dying child's request has let them help to this extent—do such people really still exist?" The man could not fathom why he could reach this point, and thought even more that there must be some ulterior motive.

"Alas, what stories will these children have in the end?" The voice faded as the black clouds slowly dissipated, and likewise something in the sky slowly vanished.

The giants and Feng Yan shared the sky; the stone in their hearts fell to the ground, and they exhaled together.

The ground was littered with giants' corpses, most of them already struck by lightning; the burnt smell in the air gradually faded, yet the gruesome sight on the ground was something Feng Yan could not bear to look at again.

The giants also fell silent; they dared not look at their companions' bodies, and they knew that their clan, the descendants of Kuafu, legend had it, were nearly wiped out at this moment.

"We're returning!" With the chieftain's words, the giants began to turn back, listless and dejected; this struggle, or rather this battle, was a sudden occurrence and also a disaster for the giants.

The corpses on the ground proved their lives had already left their bodies; the survivors would speak of life's beauty, even if brief, and that it must not be toyed with or taken away at will.

Feng Yan helped close the eyes of the giants on the ground, even though they were already cold corpses.

Then Feng Yan let out a sigh, slowly departing; along the way, the blade of the Black Sword emitted a faint red glow.

Chen Hao looked at everything; if this is real, then what is illusion? What can be called reality?

Chen Hao didn't understand; clearly it was just a game prop, something that could be killed or kept, yet Feng Yan treated her as real.

Even some also became the only one in his heart.

Even after losing his memory, he still actively helped close the eyes of the dead giants.

"Ah, Feng Yan, the longer I spend time with you, the more easily I am influenced by you; I now also have someone by my side." Chen Hao said.