I'm trapped in a block

Chapter 801 Spear
The spear in Mo Ling's hand seemed to directly disperse the oncoming flames.

Just like the first time it had fought the fire, the shadow weapon stabbed into the flames effortlessly.

The surroundings were quiet, and the dispersed flames naturally fell behind him and were completely corroded by the light plague.

The patterns on the spear were rotating slightly, and Mo Ling could hear the conversation clearly.

But when those words entered his heart, they did not cause any waves.

His heart seemed to have stopped along with time, and he no longer had any emotions.

The blood vessels stretched freely, and the surrounding Hanye tribesmen were all motionless, with their black hair hanging in the air like a bunch of solidified shadows.

The gravel kicked up by their running also froze in mid-air, reflecting the gradually dimming firelight, and in the blink of an eye it was replaced by darkness again.

The burnt-out flames seemed to emit bursts of black smoke, gradually covering the surroundings...

"Has it been destroyed? Or has it been transformed?"

A question arose in Mo Ling's mind. Looking at the dying flame, his arm holding the spear began to hesitate.

"Crack!"

At the moment his heart wavered, he heard a shattering sound.

The spear is broken.

The tip of the gun suddenly shattered and turned into black dots that floated together with the suspended sand.

The patterns on the gun handles were also becoming blurred, and the voices of those talking were becoming quieter and quieter until they became inaudible whispers.

After hearing the voice, Mo Ling quickly looked at his hands.

He only saw a mass of disordered darkness, lurking in his hair, so deep that it seemed to swallow up everything around it.

The black color became darker and darker, and Mo Ling actually saw two disintegrating black lines in it.

"It's the coordinate axis..."

As the spear was damaged, the two fixed coordinate axes actually escaped!

Seeing this, Mo Ling subconsciously used his other hand to grab the two black lines, trying to stop them from escaping.

But he could not grasp the invisible coordinate axis, and was instead sucked into the deep darkness.

A feeling of weightlessness came over him, and the two black lines became thicker and thicker in Mo Ling's eyes, turning into thick ropes, and then into huge tree trunks, and finally into two black pillars that reached the sky, trapping Mo Ling in between.

He fell deeper and deeper, and crashed into the black pillar.

boom!
There was a metallic sound, and Mo Ling quickly reached out to block it, but he touched something furry...

The deep darkness gradually faded away, and rustling sounds were heard all around again.

It sounded like some creature was turning over the sand, or like someone was walking quickly on the sand.

"what is this?"

Mo Ling pinched the furry thing and suddenly realized, isn't this the hair of the dark race?
His heart trembled slightly, his perception gradually returned to normal, his constricted blood vessels slowly relaxed, and Mo Ling finally "saw" the scene before him again...

A strange dark race was standing in front of Mo Ling, his hands were holding the other's shoulders, and his sharp claws scratched the other's skin.

But even so, the other party did not react at all, and just let him hold him quietly...

Mo Ling quickly let go of his hand and stepped back.

"Are you okay?" the dark stranger in front of him asked with concern.

"It's okay, how about you?" Mo Ling looked at the wound on the other person's shoulder.

The wound looked very deep, and black liquid was oozing from the cracked area, but the other party didn't seem to care at all.

Seeing Mo Ling looking at his wound, the heart of the strange dark race opposite him beat a few times and he also looked at his shoulder.

"piece of cake."

He slowly took out a ball of black clay from his hair and evenly smeared it on his shoulders. Then, he used his sharp claws to cut a hole in the clay.

A magical thing happened. The cut on the clay quickly became smooth. He immediately knocked off the clay and looked at the wound under the clay. It had completely healed and was smooth. Except for some bald hair, there was no problem at all.

Mo Ling was stunned. He looked at the other person's shoulder and then at the clay that fell on the ground.

The other person patted the dust off his shoulders, picked up the clay, and stuffed it back into his hair.

"What it is?"

"A weapon that smoothes the rules, used to smooth out wounds."

"Can the smoothing rule be used like this?" Mo Ling asked in surprise.

"Just some simple techniques..."

The other party answered modestly, then stepped forward and introduced himself to Mo Ling:

"Han Ye tribe, Han Qi."

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"Are you from the Midnight Tribe?"

Han Qi noticed the shadow weapon on Mo Ling's arm and asked him.

Mo Ling then remembered the broken spear. He quickly tried to control it, but the shadow weapon did not respond at all. His commands were like a stone falling into the sea, with no response at all.

“It must be broken.”

Han Qi watched Mo Ling's operation and whispered to the side.

It seems that it is indeed broken...

No matter how Mo Ling issued orders, the shadow weapon that he had wielded before was completely unresponsive and turned into a motionless shadow, clinging to his hair.

After trying for a while, Mo Ling finally gave up.

"It looks really broken, I don't know how to fix it..."

Looking at the damaged weapon, Mo Ling was in trouble. He was not a real member of the Midnight Tribe, so of course he didn't know how to repair the weapon.

Han Qi, who was standing by, saw that Mo Ling was in distress and quickly patted him on the shoulder.

"Don't worry, it will be fixed. You damaged it when you were fighting the flames, right?"

"Ah."

"Sure enough, I see there is a mark of fire on your body... It's worth it to consume a weapon to kill the flame."

Han Qi comforted Mo Ling, and Mo Ling realized that he had misunderstood. He wanted to explain, but he felt a burning breath coming from the other party.

It was a faint breath, but it was very obvious in the darkness. It would emerge from the other party from time to time, carrying hot smoke and rushing into Mo Ling's senses.

Disgusted, disgusted, yet extremely awed, the feeling he got was the same as that of the flame, or even as if the flame was coming directly in front of him.

"Flame..." Mo Ling murmured softly.

Mo Ling's whisper was also heard by Han Qi. He was stunned for a moment and explained: "Yes, I also have the mark of fire on my body, just like you..."

It turns out that the mark of flame is so obvious.

Mo Ling finally understood why, when he was in the Hanye tribe, others could sense the mark of fire on his body in an instant.

But he himself could not feel such an obvious mark.

"Have you killed flames too?"

Feeling the breath of the mark, Mo Ling asked the strange "fellow" in front of him.

(End of this chapter)