novelraw Chapter 698 220: Celestial Prison Terror: Shi Feiyang Leads the Xiongying Heroes on a Perilous Rescue (Part 4)
Chapter 698 220: Celestial Prison Terror: Shi Feiyang Leads the Xiongying Heroes on a Perilous Rescue (Part 4)
The heroes witnessed the overwhelming rain of arrows, hurriedly swinging their weapons to fend off the incoming crossbow arrows like a surging tide, while being forced to step back toward the waterway's Celestial Prison.
Their weapons traced residual shadows in the air, each block accompanied by the 'ding-dang' of metal clashing, with sparks bursting forth, illuminating the dim waterway with the glow of despair.
Shi Feiyang's face was cold as frost, but his eyes shone with determination and fearlessness.
His figure flickered, like a black lightning bolt, and in an instant, he stood in front of the crowd.
The Celestial Frost Blade in his hand danced swiftly, creating gusts of wind and weaving silver screens like an indestructible shield, blocking the incoming crossbow arrows.
The silver screens flickered amid the rain of arrows, sparks continuously bursting; he resembled a War God, protecting the brothers and sisters behind him.
Xiao Lingling was beside them, joining the other heroes in fiercely defending against the crossbow arrows.
Her eyes were wide open, filled with resolve and resilience.
The Mandarin Duck Saber in her hands flew up and down, the blade lights flickering like two agile butterflies dancing in the rain of arrows, yet secretly harboring deadly intent.
She struck down the crossbow arrows aimed at herself and those around her one by one.
Each swing of her saber was with all her might, trying to carve a path to survival in this storm of arrows.
However, the assault of crossbow arrows was too fierce, like waves crashing relentlessly.
Her arms began to ache gradually, as if filled with lead, with each swing becoming exceedingly difficult.
Beads of sweat rolled down her forehead like beans, sliding along her cheeks and dripping onto the cold ground, only to be crushed instantly by chaotic footsteps.
Jin Liufu carried Wu Zhong, moving arduously through the crowd.
His legs felt as heavy as lead, with each step requiring immense effort.
He used his broad body to shield Wu Zhong from the crossbow arrows while retreating toward the interior of the Celestial Prison.
His back was already soaked with sweat, the cold and bone-chilling clothes clinging to his body, yet he was oblivious, his mind fixated on one thought: to protect Wu Zhong. Wu Zhong lay on his back, filled with guilt and helplessness.
His eyes revealed self-reproach and pain, seeing the brothers and sisters risking danger to save him, wishing time could reverse so he wouldn't fall into this crisis.
They finally retreated into the interior of the Celestial Prison, yet the external assault of crossbow arrows continued unabated.
The crossbow arrows struck the walls of the Celestial Prison like raindrops, producing a dull and unnerving sound.
Every impact seemed like the Death God's knock, echoing in everyone's hearts. Just then, a loud crash was heard, and an iron-barred cage descended like a demon from the sky, with an unstoppable momentum, imprisoning the Heroic Sakura Association heroes.
The sound of iron bars colliding echoed in the Celestial Prison like the devil's laughter, announcing their entrapment.
The Heroic Sakura Association heroes fell into despair, their eyes filled with both anger and unwillingness.
Angry at their enemy's treachery, unwilling to be imprisoned like this.
But facing such a formidable enemy, their minds went blank, unable to conceive a plan for breaking through.
They looked around in the cage, trying to find a sliver of hope, yet all they saw were cold iron bars and relentless arrow rain.
Helplessly, Shi Feiyang let out a long sigh, filled with boundless helplessness and regret.
He exchanged glances with everyone, seeing the same emotions reflected in their eyes.
In those eyes, there was worry for an unknown fate, a feeling of powerlessness for an unchangeable situation, and guilt towards their brothers and sisters.
Wu Zhong was overwhelmed with self-reproach, this feeling of guilt surging like a tide, almost engulfing him completely.
His eyes reddened, tears uncontrollably streaming down his face.
At this moment, unable to contain his inner pain, he burst into wailing, his voice sorrowful and desperate, like a wounded beast's cry.
As he cried, he continuously blamed himself, "It's all my fault, it's all my fault! I have implicated all of you, brothers and sisters. If not for saving me, you wouldn't have ended in such a dire situation..."
His words were full of regret and self-blame, each word like a heavy shackle binding his heart, making it difficult to breathe.
The heroes gathered around, their faces full of concern and resolve.
Their eyes held no blame, only warmth and strength.
Liao Pei, the one known for the Long Arm Fist, stepped forward, patting Wu Zhong's shoulder gently with his broad hand, speaking firmly, "Brother Wu, do not blame yourself so much. Since we are brothers, we'll share blessings and trials. Today's matter is by no means your fault alone; living and dying together is our Heroic Sakura Association's oath!"
His voice was deep and powerful, echoing like a great bell within the cage, bringing a glimmer of hope to everyone. Xiao Lingling also softly said, "Dear, please don't think that way. Everyone came willingly to save you. We are one, to live and die together, never to abandon each other."
Her voice was gentle yet firm, her eyes glistening with tears but still filled with love and support for Wu Zhong.
Everyone spoke one after another, consoling Wu Zhong, their sincere words like the warm sun of spring gradually dispelling the gloom in Wu Zhong's heart. The determined light in their eyes showed Wu Zhong that no matter the adversity, they would face it together, never retreating. However, amid this desperate situation, whether they could find a ray of hope and break through the cold cage remained an unknown suspense.