All of his eyes were staring at the blood mist in disbelief.
I saw Ah Ling fall from the blood mist, and the person fainted and lost consciousness. Then he fell heavily into the mud and sank down little by little.
"Quick! Pull the person back!!"
Mo Ping shouted at the top of his lungs.
Everyone came to their senses and immediately exerted force together, pulling the rope tied to A Ling's body.
However, when they exerted their force wildly, they realized that they could not pull the rope at all.
At first glance, the other end of the rope was actually stiffened in the miasma around the seven-colored flowers, as if they were sealed by cement. No matter how hard they tried, they could not pull it out of the miasma.
"I miscalculated! I miscalculated! It turned out that the miasma around the seven-colored flowers was so strong that it was almost substantial! A Ling hit the miasma like a copper wall and then fainted and fell. In just a while, Ah
A piece of rope on the spirit's body has been swallowed by the spreading miasma. With our strength, it is impossible to pull the rope out of the miasma!" Mo Ping said with a terrified expression.
"ah?"
"So, is Ah Ling going to die inside?"
"No!!"
"We are going to save Ah Ling!"
Everyone was out of control and wanted to rush in.
"Stop it all!"
Mo Ping stopped everyone and roared angrily.
"Brother, get out of the way! We can't watch Ah Ling die inside!" The strong man before said in grief and anger.
"With your strength, you can't reach that position at all. You go to save people, just to fertilize the seven-color flowers! You are not allowed to go again!" Mo Ping growled.
Everyone trembled. Looking at the out of reach but beautiful seven-colored flowers, everyone collapsed and knelt on the ground and cried loudly.
"Brother, so...we should be indifferent?"
One of the women's voice trembled and asked hoarsely.
Mo Ping was silent for a moment and said hoarsely: "I'm sorry, I've made a mistake and let A Ling take the risk. This time, I will never make the same mistake again. Go back to the village immediately and report this matter!"
"Big Brother."
"Go back to the village!!"
Mo Ping almost roared, and his eyes gradually turned red.
Everyone stared blankly, but they didn't dare to refute, and could only cry or lower their heads and say nothing.
But at this moment.
Whoosh!
A black shadow suddenly passed by everyone, rushing towards the swamp like lightning.
Everyone couldn't help but breathe and looked at it quickly.
I realized that a person was stepping on the swamp and quickly leaning towards the seven-color flower.
When the seven-colored flowers approached, the man suddenly punched and hit the miasma that was spreading towards it.
Dong!
The surging miasma was shaken a little.
A circle of strange ripples spread to the entire swamp.
Wherever you pass, you are covered by miasma...
Then the man immediately reached out and pulled into the mud, lifting A Ling, who had not yet been trapped in deep.
"A Ling!"
Everyone was overjoyed.
The man grabbed A Ling and retreated desperately.
But in just a moment, more and more miasma spread to it.
The man's body was directly corroded by the miasma and his skin began to ulcerate, and his whole body seemed to be melting.
But he did not give up and gritted his teeth and insisted on retreating to the shore.
Seeing this, Mo Ping's scalp was about to explode and he roared shrillly: "Save people!!"