Absolute Double Power
Verse-15

Fort Kaida…

"Damn!" groused Dai Xiao Yu started to fury. "Why haven't they come back yet?"

"Maybe I should have come with them earlier," Hua Zu commented from across the table.

"Maybe you better catch up with them now!" mukas Xiao Yu.

"All right!" Hua Zu pulled her body up, pushed the chair behind her, then snatched away her dark robe that was draped on the back of the chair and rushed out of the reading room.

The distance from Kaida Fortress to Jingling Mountain is about thirty-five kilometers, but thanks to its aerokinesis capabilities and a bit of super speed, the, it was not until an hour that Hua Zu had already reached the border between the forbidden forest and the village at the foot of Jingling mountain.

That's where his colleagues should be!

It's true, his comrades were there. Hua Zu looked at them in the distance and headed there. When he reached an open expanse of land near a river, he was faced with mass murder.

An arm sticking out of the wreckage—maybe the wreckage of a train. The bodies of the Luoji guards were swept up onto the river shore like fish carcasses, some floating in the water with their faces drowned like puppets.

It's not clear exactly what happened, but maybe that's not the most important thing. What he found was a mute picture of the death of the entire member.

They were all lying, lying in pools of blood, cloaks tangled, clothes wet with blood. They were exposed to cuticle incisions that stuck to the flesh, hands cut off, stomach torn.

Hua Zu snatched one body on his shoulder, the first body held.

"Sister Hong!" pekik Hua Zu while trying to reverse it. He could hear the man sigh.

The man pulled Hua Zu's hand trembling, felt sticky and wet and was actually already covered in blood. Behind the man's robe, which Hua Zu immediately opened by tearing it apart, Hua Zu felt something soft and warm. His business was blown out from the wound on his stomach.

"Who did it?" hua Zu asked with a voice trembling with anger.

There's blood everywhere. The man also lost his hand. "Kuangre," he whispered softly and weakly.

Suddenly something slipped from within Hua Zu. The usual sense of tension, anxiety and anger spurred him on all this time, responding and acting appropriately, becoming drooped like a parachute touching the ground.

Now his partner is barely breathing. Her wheezing breath and the traces of bloodshed that were quickly scattered around her lungs told Hua Zu to act fast. Warns that he only has a few minutes before his partner's lungs stop working and the man will bleed to death from his wounds.

But Hua Zu did not even attempt to pull out the chicae stuck in the man's shoulder.

He just knelt down near his partner and held the man's hand. And the man let Hua Zu hold it without resisting. Hua Zu rubbed it. Just sitting there, silent, watching the man as the rain hit his face, and his armor boots slowly sank into the mud.

He waited for his partner's breath to turn into an empty crackle. The man did not move until he stopped breathing altogether. Then Hua Zu let go of his grasp and closed the man's eyelids with his thumb, covering his face with a veil wrapped around the man's neck, face and head.

He left the man there and slowly started walking down the small street.

Because he knew there was nothing more to do. At least there's nothing he can do.

Because he knew exactly he would never be able to treat the torn body condition that was already dying.

There was nothing anyone could do to prevent the man from dying.

Because seeing his partner die was an unbearable sight no matter what the circumstances, more than he could bear.

And because of that gesture, walking away from his comrades and leaving him in the mud, had triggered something more than just a sense of regret.

He sees it now. The death of his comrades-in-arms is face-down on the side of the road, the death in war is a different death from the death at the hands of the nation itself.

Yeah, he's seeing it now.

We can actually go leave a body, leave that person in the mud, like a rotting animal.

The carcass was bleeding, half-naked because his clothes had been torn to pieces.

We can leave, or we have to leave so we can move on, because there are too many dead bodies or because there is nothing to do.

Death in the dust, on the ground, is always associated with the dead bodies, asking us to close our eyes, clean the dirt, wipe the blood, use our hands, lift it on our shoulders.

This is how the world of death looks every day in many parts of the world.

And that was the peak of all misfortune for their sect.

His comrades were killed at the hands of the nation itself!

"HOOK…!!!" wrathful. He raised his face to the top of Jingling Mountain while shouting a more precise howl called the howl of the beast that caused the branches of the tree to tremble as the night birds flinched and scattered.

Across the river, a shadow of a person sank into the darkness of the forest in a daze.

His steps lulled between the piles of leaves and the dry twigs, fluttering the low bushes towards the dark and cold valley.

The sound of his breathing snarled into a single instrument in a magical silence that sucked his consciousness bit by bit.

His body was bent and staggered over his two dazed and trembling legs.

Blood seeped from between his fingers pressing against his torn stomach. He could feel the blood continuously dripping along the forest floor he passed through, but he did not even know where his footsteps would take him.

His consciousness was drowning among the rest of his ever-moving determination following his instincts for survival.

He was Xi Mo, Hua Zu's unyielding solid partner. He survived death after being thrown across the river when a mysterious man suddenly appeared out of nowhere and messed up their operation.

His small dagger throw was capable of catapulting one's body up to tens of meters.

Eight people were stranded in one go while the newcomer was alone.

The man was clearly not simple, Xi Mo thought. And he knew exactly the man was from his own people.

"Room!" his stranglehold between the pain of enduring pain mixed with anger. A second later, Xi Mo fell face down and did not remember anything else.

Simultaneously, the tree branch above his head trembled.

A huge bat jolted and shot into the night sky.

Simultaneously, a tall robed body figure darker than night glided down in a motion as light as the wind, then landed on the side of Xi Mo's body without a sound.

Then in an instant, the figure had already darted away carrying Xi Mo's body.