Samsara Paradise: Dream Weaver of Connections

The tribal leaders eagerly summoned the soldiers and issued a strict order: no one is allowed to approach the dangerous area eroded by Yin Wu Lei.

The soldiers retreated one after another after hearing the order.

In this hell shrouded by the power of darkness, the figures of Lin Yi and Su Xiao became more and more abrupt and weird.

They were like two isolated points, forming a sharp contrast with the surrounding death atmosphere.

"Go!"

When the last soldier of the Longteng Empire evacuated safely from the shadow channel, Lin Yi and Su Xiao also prepared to leave through the shadow channel.

Before leaving, Lin Yi originally wanted to smash Lin Xiao No. 1 here, but was stopped by Su Xiao. Everyone just came here to fight, and there was no need to smash the pot directly.

If Lin Yi really threw Lin Xiao No. 1 here, then it can be said that the people of the entire Black Earth Fortress will suffer next.

Si Qi Baili watched Lin Yi slowly walk into the shadow channel, his heart full of anger and helplessness.

He wanted to rush over immediately and twist Lin Yi's head off with his own hands.

But unfortunately, he couldn't do this and could only watch the enemy disappear from his sight.

"Where is the high priest? Let the high priest come and see!"

As Lin Yi left, the Yin Wu Lei that permeated the surroundings finally gradually dissipated, revealing the brown-yellow ground below.

The tragic situation on the battlefield also emerged.

Many soldiers struggled painfully due to the erosion of Yin Wu Lei, and some soldiers even died unfortunately due to too many negative states that caused serious loss of vitality.

Si Qi Baili witnessed all this and was filled with grief.

He knew that these soldiers were the precious strength of the tribe and he could not sit idly by.

He took quick action in the hope of saving as many lives as possible.

Soon, the high priest of the tribe was urgently brought to the battlefield.

Si Qi Baili thought that the arrival of the high priest would bring hope to these suffering soldiers.

However, after taking a look at the situation on the battlefield, the high priest made an unexpected decision.

He solemnly ordered Si Qi Baili to lead all the soldiers to retreat and asked to burn all the soldiers here.

"What are you doing? These soldiers are still alive!" Siqi Baili's voice was full of anxiety and confusion. He couldn't understand why the high priest ordered the burning of those soldiers who were still alive.

Among these wounded soldiers, there were 200 members of his Dwarf Knights. Their wailing deeply hurt his heart. Siqi Baili couldn't just give up on them.

"They are no longer save." The high priest's voice was calm and firm. "If the soldiers take them back now, they will only take death back with them."

The high priest was not angry at Siqi Baili's rude behavior. He had experienced too much on the battlefield and knew the situation in the army.

The high priest sighed, gently placed his hand on Siqi Baili's eyes, and began to chant a spell.

In the high priest's spell, Siqi Baili's eyes were given extraordinary powers.

When Siqi Baili looked around the battlefield with these eyes that were given special powers, he saw an unprecedented strange scene.

The bodies of the corroded soldiers seemed to be surrounded by a thick layer of black, and under the cover of this darkness, a strange red light flickered faintly.

This red light was not unfamiliar to the high priest. It was a terrifying sign when the red eye disease was rampant in the tribe. It was a highly contagious disease that was feared and brought great disaster to the tribe.

Now these soldiers are emitting the same red light, which is undoubtedly an ominous sign, indicating that they are infected with the same terrible disease.

With the detailed explanation of the high priest, Siqi Baili's worries became heavier.

He knew that if these soldiers were rashly brought back to the tribe, they would not only spread the disease to more compatriots, but also likely to cause an unprecedented plague.

The consequences of that would be unbearable for the tribe - countless lives would disappear, and the entire tribe might be on the verge of destruction.

"You understand, it's not that I don't save them, but that I can't save them. Once these soldiers are brought back, the entire tribe will die."

The situation when the red eye disease was rampant in the tribe is still frightening to recall now.

The disease, like a silent storm, almost swept the entire tribe and took away countless precious lives.

The civilians who were plagued by red eye disease were in such a terrible state that it was hard to describe in words.

The patients' mouths were bleeding, their bodies were rapidly losing weight, and their skin was tightly attached to their bones, looking like skeletons, which was horrible to look at.

The stench emitted by the disease after the body was eroded was even more suffocating in the air.

The high fever was nearly 40 degrees, making the patients unconscious.

The painful groans came one after another, like purgatory on earth.

The most frightening thing was their blood-red eyes dyed by red eye disease.

The white part of the eyes was filled with blood, like two burning flames. Every time they opened their eyes painfully, they revealed deep despair and boundless fear.

Because of this, this disease was called "red eye disease". Behind its name were the wails of countless lives and the suffering memories of the entire tribe.

During that time, the entire tribe was shrouded in the shadow of death. People watched helplessly as their loved ones and comrades fell one by one, their hearts filled with grief and despair.

When Siqi Baili was young, he was once in trouble with conjunctivitis. Those days were like an unforgettable nightmare to him.

Fortunately, he came from a wealthy family and had the wherewithal to purchase expensive herbs and nutritious foods.

These timely medical resources saved his life at the critical moment, allowing him to maintain the spark of life with difficulty in his battle with death.

In order to save him, his family spared no effort to search for rare medicinal herbs.

These miraculous plants can relieve the high fever and pain caused by pinkeye to a certain extent.

At the same time, nutritious food was carefully prepared at home, providing him with the energy he needed to fight the disease and helping him maintain his strength when he was at his weakest.

Although Siqibili was extremely weak at that time, with the meticulous care and care of his family, he miraculously survived that life-or-death moment.

It was precisely because he had personally experienced the torture of pinkeye that Siqi Bailey firmly believed in the words of the high priest.

He knew that once these soldiers who had been corrupted by Yin Wu Lei were brought back to the tribe, a slight mistake might cause a new disaster.

He couldn't let the tragedy of that year happen again, and he couldn't let the entire tribe fall into the shadow of death again.

"Everyone! Back one hundred meters!" Siqibili closed his eyes and issued an order in a deep voice to the surrounding soldiers.

The soldiers were well-trained and executed quickly. Taking the area eroded by Yin Wu Lei as the boundary, they retreated one hundred meters uniformly, completely exposing the area shrouded in death.