Chapter 319

Everyone who was advancing slowly in the mist immediately stopped their footsteps.

Meng Tian only felt that the scene in front of him changed immediately.

The original forest and mist disappeared.

Replaced by a battlefield littered with corpses.

Upon seeing this scene, he immediately realized that he had fallen into a trap.

"Damn it."

When he wanted to retreat backward,

he discovered that he seemed to be suffering from severe injuries.

Looking down, his armor had long since been shattered.

His whole body had also long been permeated with blood.

Meng Tian's brows furrowed immediately.

He suddenly realized something was wrong.

Generally speaking, illusions do not have the feeling of pain.

And this is also a factor in judging whether one is in an illusion.

But now, he clearly felt intense pain.

It was as if his whole person had instantly "770" teleported.

And then appeared on this battlefield.

The blood on his face seemed to still carry a hint of warmth.

Meng Tian struggled to stand up from the ground.

The long sword in his hand was used as a crutch by him.

Blood flowed down from the long sword.

Meng Tian's gaze looked into the distance.

He did not know how to break this illusion.

Feeling the pain and fatigue coming from his body,

he really wanted to close his eyes and relieve the double fatigue of his body and spirit.

Just as he closed his eyes and calmed down slightly,

the ground suddenly vibrated.

Meng Tian was immediately startled and opened his eyes.

Subsequently, he looked in the direction the sound came from.

A large number of troops rushed toward his direction.

And that group of people seemed to be all Xiongnu.

Looking at this group of Xiongnu, Meng Tian immediately recalled his memories on the battlefield.

He quickly remembered where this was.

Back then, there was a battle right here.

The army he led was all killed in action.

Leaving only him alone.

Reinforcements were late to arrive.

He was also alone at that time, just like now.

He originally thought that tonight would be a certain death ending.

But soon, reinforcements had arrived.

That was why he escaped from that battlefield.

Meng Tian glanced in the direction the reinforcements came from.

But he found that it was still calm there.

The reinforcements in his impression did not appear at all.

Meng Tian's brows furrowed again.

Could this be the certain-death trap in the illusion?

If he died in the illusion, would he really die in reality?

………

Although Yuan Zuozong ordered a retreat, he did not leave this place.

Until the army led by Meng Tian entered the valley, he appeared nearby.

Unless it was determined that all Daoist Sect remnants were dead,

otherwise, he would not leave.

As long as there was one person, he would definitely make them leave their names here.

Yuan Zuozong believed that this mist should also have its own tricks.

But he didn't expect Meng Tian and the others to just go in directly.

"Leader, should we go in too?"

Someone beside him said to Yuan Zuozong.

After all, they came to investigate the situation; if they didn't go in, they wouldn't know the situation inside at all.

Although the mist was very thick, one could still see faint human figures.

The army also had people in front and behind; the group of people behind only initially entered the mist.

Yuan Zuozong immediately locked onto the looming figures in the mist.

"No rush, there seems to be a trap."

Subsequently, he approached the location of the figures.

He untied the soft leather from his waist, and then a whip appeared in his hand.

Yuan Zuozong flicked the long whip in his hand.

The tip of the long whip made a crisp explosion in the air.

At this moment, Yuan Zuozong did not act rashly.

Instead, he chose to wait for a moment in the mist.

After a period of time, that figure was still standing in place, without any movement.

At this time, everyone realized that something seemed to have happened inside.

Slap!

The long whip in Yuan Zuozong's hand flicked immediately, and then whipped toward that figure.

After the long whip touched that figure, it coiled around his body.

With a slight force in his forearm, he pulled back hard, and that figure was pulled out directly.

What was pulled out was a soldier.

The moment that soldier came out, his face still carried a numb expression.

His eyes were dull, as if he had fallen into his own consciousness.

Yuan Zuozong pried open his eyelids and looked.

Finally, he gave this soldier a heavy slap.

But that soldier still seemed to have no reaction at all.

"What's going on?"

Yuan Zuozong looked at the people behind him.

That person was clearly not an ordinary soldier......

He stepped forward to check the situation of the soldier on the ground.

"Leader, this person should have fallen into an illusion."

"Illusions are generally made to trap people through something. I think this thing should be the mist."

That person clearly had knowledge.

"How to wake him up?"

Yuan Zuozong did not care how this person fell into the illusion.

He only wanted to know how to solve it now.