Draw Goddess from Douluo

Hitt's strength was far beyond their imagination. For the first time, Liu Yang felt that death was so close to him. He took a deep breath and tried to keep himself calm. He knew that now was not the time to be afraid. They needed to come up with a plan as soon as possible, otherwise a more cruel reality would be waiting for them. He held Qi Ling's hand tightly, with a determined light in his eyes.

At this moment, Hitt did not continue to attack, but just looked at them coldly, as if admiring his own masterpiece. Liu Yang took the opportunity to look around, trying to find a glimmer of hope. He understood that this battle was no longer a simple competition, but a battle of life and death. They had to do their best to fight for a chance of survival.

In this tense and long confrontation, Liu Yang's brain was working rapidly, trying to find a way out of the dilemma. He knew that every move he made next would determine their fate. Therefore, he had to be cautious and careful, without any omissions or mistakes. This life-and-death battle had just begun, and the real test was still waiting for them.

Hitt's eyes were as cold as ice, and the long sword in his hand trembled slightly, with the tip of the sword pointing directly at Liu Yang. His originally black eyes were now slowly dyed with a blood-red color, as if two pools of blood were surging, emitting a heart-pounding chill. His voice was low and threatening, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth: "Tell me, who sent you here?"

Liu Yang was shocked by this sudden change. He felt as if he was locked by an invisible force and couldn't move at all. His body was shaking uncontrollably. He tried to speak, but found it difficult to speak. His feet seemed to be filled with lead, too heavy to lift. The thought of running away flashed through his mind, but he couldn't take a step.

Seeing Liu Yang hesitate to answer, Hitt's eyes flashed with a fierce murderous intent. He suddenly shouted, the sound was like thunder, making Liu Yang's ears buzz: "If you don't speak, there is only one outcome, death!" With this shout, Hitt's long hair moved without wind, and every strand of hair flew up, and an astonishing murderous intent burst out from his body.

Then, Hitt's entire body began to emit blood-red flames, which were like blazing flames, but exuded a cold aura. Behind him, a strange-shaped soul pattern like a rose slowly emerged. This soul had slender eight claws, and in the center was a human face pattern composed of huge round petals. This human face was weird and hideous, and it looked even more weird and unpredictable under the blood light.

The blood-red flames continued to spread and transform around, as if dyeing the entire space into a sea of ​​blood. Liu Yang was in it, feeling like he was in a bloody hell, surrounded by a strong smell of blood and endless fear. He never thought that he would fall into such a desperate situation.

At this critical moment, White Fang's voice suddenly rang out: "Okay, Hitt, don't waste any more time, take all those people away. Leave these two children to me." Although his voice was plain, it revealed an unquestionable majesty.

Hearing this, Hitt's arrogance disappeared instantly, and he regained his calm demeanor. He slowly turned around and walked towards the soul masters standing in the stone altar. Each of his steps was steady and powerful, as if every step was stepping on everyone's heart. The soul masters looked at him and were all trembling with fear. Some of them even couldn't stand steadily and needed the support of their companions to barely stand.

They watched with their own eyes the power of Hit's sword just now, and their hearts were already filled with shock. The power of that sword was so terrifying! They were sure that Hit's strength was definitely above Hun Hun! This overwhelming power made them feel unprecedented fear and despair.

White Fang looked at the two children in front of him, Liu Yang and his companion, with an inexplicable light in his eyes. He did not speak immediately, but looked at them quietly, as if evaluating their value and potential. This silence made Liu Yang feel more depressed and uneasy. He did not know what fate he would face next.

After a long while, White Fang slowly spoke: "You two little guys are quite courageous and talented. It's not easy for you to get here." His voice was calm but it was full of majesty and unquestionable power. "Tell me, who sent you here? If you tell me the truth, I might consider giving you a chance to live."

Liu Yang's heart was moved when he heard Bai Ya's words. He knew that he had to seize this opportunity to have a chance to survive. So he took a deep breath to calm down and said, "We were guided here by a mysterious person. He told us that there is a treasure to be found here, so we took the risk to come here to explore."

"Mysterious man?" White Fang frowned slightly, obviously not very satisfied with the answer. "What does he look like? What are his characteristics?"