Ruyan nodded and said: "Yichen is right, mortals are most likely to waver and hesitate, but they are also most likely to be grateful. We must tell them that if they hold on just a little longer, the lady will come to save them.

"

"Moreover, have you forgotten? There is also the Mingyan Army on the Yanwu Continent. I believe that they will never abandon the young lady."

"Now the young lady cannot care about everyone's life and death. As her followers and her believers, we must tell them on behalf of the young lady that the young lady has not given up on them!"

…

In the chaotic and desperate battle situation, the Dark Flame Army suddenly began to move rapidly in the direction of the mortals.

Row after row of troops stood in front of the mortals, trying to protect their safety even with their own flesh and blood.

Blood splattered on an old man's face.

She held a little girl in her arms. The little girl was opening her big black and white eyes and her lips were trembling. She didn't know whether she wanted to cry or shout.

The old man stared blankly at Ming Yanjun who slowly fell down in front of her, his face filled with unbelievable shock.

She trembled: "Why...why do you want to save..."

These are all superior immortals!

Even though many mortals have never interacted with cultivators in their lives, it does not prevent them from knowing that compared to mortals, cultivators are superior and inviolable.

In such an apocalyptic world, mortal lives are like nothing, and only monks who can fight are the most precious.

However, at this moment, these monks were blocking their way with their own flesh and blood bodies.

They used their actions and their lives to tell them that the lives of mortals are not cheaper than those of monks.

But why?

The fallen Nether Flame Army's Dantian had been shattered, and the spiritual energy in his body was rapidly drained.

But there was a reassuring smile on his face, and he said hoarsely: "Because we are the Mingyan Army, and it is our... bounden duty to protect the young lady's people..."

The old man was stunned, and before he could ask further questions, Ming Yanjun had already closed his eyes.

The little girl got out of the old man's arms, wiped the blood from the face of the Mingyan Army soldier with her small hands, pushed her gently and shouted: "Brother...brother, wake up..."

When the blood was wiped away, a face that was too young and immature was revealed.

The old man looked at it blankly, and suddenly his eyes filled with tears, and tears fell down his eyes unconsciously.

When a ghoul rushed over, another army of dark flames immediately filled the gap, blocking their weak mortal bodies behind them.

"Grandma, why are you crying? Does it hurt somewhere?"

The old man shook his head and choked: "No, grandma is not hurt, but happy. Because our master did not abandon us... When we were on the Yanwu Continent, it was the mountain protection formation left by Miss Jun that saved our lives. Now

It is also her army, risking their lives to protect us useless mortals... How great to be the people of such a master!"

The old man suddenly shouted at the top of his lungs: "The Lord has not abandoned us! The Lord has always been by our side to protect us!"

The little girl didn't understand what it meant, but she shouted in a clear and childish voice, "Lord... protect us!!"

More and more mortals are being protected by the Dark Flame Army, and more and more people are shouting loudly with gratitude and faith.

But at the same time, the losses of the Mingyan Army were also increasing.
Chapter completed!