Fights Break Sphere: The Fire Rekindles

Chapter 101 Massacre of Ten Thousands
In this deep and majestic canyon, the sky is a deep black, dotted with stars, as if countless stars have fallen under the night sky.

On both sides of the Grand Canyon, the towering mountains are like two eternal guardians, silently watching everything in the canyon.

In the center of the canyon, a figure stood alone. It was Xiao Yan. His eyes were firm and deep. Facing the cavalry rushing towards him like a tide, he showed no fear.

The cavalrymen, wearing heavy armor and wielding weapons that gleamed with cold light, rushed towards Xiao Yan.

As the cavalry approached, the sound of metal colliding echoed in the canyon, and fire splashed everywhere. However, in this fierce battle, Xiao Yan was like a mountain, standing firm despite the wind and rain.

Time seemed to freeze at this moment.

The sound of battle, the roar of the cavalry, the cold light of the spears...all the sounds and images were frozen at this moment.

Only Xiao Yan's figure was constantly moving, his fighting spirit was constantly erupting, and every movement could directly take the life of a cavalryman.

Suddenly, a ray of dawn broke out from the east, and the sky was pale. The dawn light fell on the canyon and on Xiao Yan. His figure looked even taller in the sunlight, as if he had merged with the world.

The last cavalryman fell under Xiao Yan's iron fist. He panted tiredly, and his body almost collapsed to the ground. However, he still stood firmly, howling to the sky, and the sound echoed in the canyon.

Xiao Yan's long roar shook the entire world and everyone's heart. Everyone present was moved, they couldn't believe that the will of this young man was so strong.

The three days and three nights of cavalry torrents did not defeat this young man. Instead, he became more and more courageous. The aura he exuded made people feel extremely frightened.

"Come again! Don't you dare anymore?" A hoarse voice echoed in the canyon stained with blood.

At this moment, Xiao Yan was holding a spear tightly in both hands. His lips were cracked, his skin was dry, his eye sockets were sunken, he was listless, and his body was trembling slightly. It seemed that he might fall down at any time.

There was only a piece of cloth left on his body. There was no intact place on his body. There were gunshot wounds all over his body, and the wounds were still bleeding. The blood was flowing down his cheeks, looking very horrifying.

Although Xiao Yan's body defense was amazing, there were some cavalrymen who were close to the fighting master level among the cavalrymen who besieged Xiao Yan. These people used fighting skills, which caused Xiao Yan to be injured.

Although these people account for a small proportion, but if there is only one among a hundred people, Xiao Yan would have at least a hundred wounds on his body, because Xiao Yan has already killed tens of thousands of people.

Tens of thousands of bodies piled up in the canyon, forming a shocking landscape. The cavalry, who were once mighty, now lay powerlessly on the ground, their armor stained with blood and dirt, and their weapons scattered all over the ground.

The ground of the canyon was dyed red with blood, and the smell of blood filled the air, making people sick.

The canyon was filled with the breath of death, as if even the air had frozen. Xiao Yan stood there quietly, as if waiting for his final judgment.

Because Xiao Yan had not had a drop of water for three hours at this time, the wine in the pot had long been drunk by Xiao Yan, and all the thirst-quenching substances in his body had also been consumed by Xiao Yan.

No matter how powerful Xiao Yan is, no matter how fast his body recovers or how fast his fighting spirit recovers, without the nourishment of water, Xiao Yan's body is like a pool of stagnant water, and it is simply unable to support him to continue fighting.

Looking at Xiao Yan who had completely lost his fighting power, the people who surrounded Xiao Yan in the canyon breathed a sigh of relief. The shock Xiao Yan brought to them was too great. It was not that they had never heard of one person slaughtering tens of thousands of people, but he was a Dou Huang strongman. Dou Huang strongmen controlled the power of heaven and earth, and killing people was effortless, just like cutting wheat.

But it is unbelievable that Xiao Yan, a fighter, can achieve this level.

"It's finally over! This scene will probably remain in my heart forever! Even if this man named Nie Feng dies, his legend will continue to be passed down!" This is the voice of everyone present. In the hearts of these people, Xiao Yan is no longer a human being, but a god of war.

"Princess, Nie Feng has completely lost his fighting ability now. Do you need me to bring him up?" Liang Ye exhaled a breath of foul air, hoping that this breath of foul air could take away the shock that Xiao Yan had brought him in the past few days.

"No need, take me down! I want to subdue him myself!" Yao Ye said lightly.

"Is it a bit dangerous?" Liang Ye frowned and said. At this time, the scene of Xiao Yan killing those iron cavalry was still echoing in his mind. At this time, Yao Ye had just entered the combat master level. If Xiao Yan suddenly attacked, it would be troublesome.

"Hehe, how could I, a Dou Shi, be afraid of him? Besides, don't I have you here? If I don't dare to meet Xiao Yan when even a Dou Ling-level warrior like you is here, how can I talk about subduing him!" Yao Ye said with a smile.

Now it was finally time to reap the fruits, so Yao Ye was in a good mood. Although he lost more than 10,000 cavalry, it was all worth it.

Yao Ye and Liang Ye each rode a small flying magical beast and landed on the ground, but the ground was covered with corpses.

Yao Ye and Liang Ye were both battle-hardened men, and the corpses on the ground only made them feel uncomfortable.

When Muru and the deputy general beside him saw Princess Yao Ye coming down, they naturally did not stay where they were. After getting off their horses, they also walked towards Xiao Yan's direction.

After the two men got off their mounts, they walked along the road paved with corpses and came to Xiao Yan.

Xiao Yan looked at the two people who were approaching, opened his mouth to say something, but found that he couldn't say anything at all. Because Xiao Yan's body was severely dehydrated, his tongue became very dry, and he couldn't speak normally at all.

"Mr. Nie Feng, why are you doing this? Wouldn't it be better to just surrender?" Yao Ye looked at Xiao Yan and said with a smile.

"I almost forgot. Now Mr. Nie Feng seems to be so thirsty that he can't speak. This is the wine I gave you. Do you want to drink it?" Yao Ye took out a bottle of wine that was exactly the same as the one Xiao Yan drank before from his storage ring and shook it in front of Xiao Yan.

"Give it to me! Give it to me!" Xiao Yan was like a drug addict encountering drugs at this time. Looking at the wine in Yao Ye's hand, his eyes lit up, he kept swallowing his saliva, and his whole body began to go out of control.

Xiao Yan's body began to move involuntarily towards Yao Ye's direction, and even his breathing became rapid. At this time, Xiao Yan had long forgotten who he was, and only knew that he wanted to drink, so he swallowed all the wine in Yao Ye's hand.

Seeing Xiao Yan like this, Yao Ye became happier because everything was just as she imagined. Xiao Yan had turned into a pug. Yao Ye felt that even if she asked Xiao Yan to wag his tail, he would do it meticulously.

Liang Ye behind Yao Ye saw that Xiao Yan's eyes had lost focus, as if he had lost his soul. At this moment, he finally understood what method Yao Ye used to subdue Xiao Yan, because he had been with Yao Ye for a long time, and naturally saw those who were controlled by Yao Ye like puppets.

No matter how strong a person's will is, once he becomes addicted to drugs, he will immediately lose his reason and become an obedient dog, doing whatever you tell him to do and living without any dignity.

(End of this chapter)