Villain: Who said I came here to break off the engagement?

The situation at this moment is delicate. The Hai Clan is busy attacking the city and plundering the land, and the human race is busy protecting their homeland.

It happened that at this time, the demons returned to the upper realm, and everyone was busy with their own affairs and really had no time to pay attention.

If the human race takes care of it first, then the frontline defense force will be greatly reduced. When the sea tribe takes the opportunity to attack fiercely, what's the point?

If the Sea Clan goes to take care of it, the Human Race can concentrate its forces to counterattack, take back the cities captured by the Sea Clan, and rebuild the defense line.

In this way, the advantages established by the Sea Clan before will be lost.

So no one wanted to take action first, and the situation became strangely deadlocked.

Both sides seem to be waiting to see what the demons will do next, and then consider whether to join forces.

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The front line of the West Sea, Spring Mountain City.

This is a beautiful city surrounded by mountains on two sides and water on all sides.

It's just that the once prosperous and peaceful city is now full of tension, and the air is filled with the smell of blood, being carried to every corner by the breeze.

There were many people on the street, but there was not a single vendor. The pedestrians were all in a hurry, and many of them were injured.

They are not shopping, but rushing to various city gates for reinforcements.

Spring Mountain City has been under siege for more than a month. The city lord has joined forces with the sects that retreated to Spring Mountain City to resist the Hai Clan army.

Several nearby cities have fallen, and only one city like Spring Mountain City is still struggling to support itself.

It's a pity that a single tree cannot support itself, and it will only be a matter of time before the city is destroyed.

The monks have been holding on for a month. During this month, although the supplies from the rear are not much, they have been delivered in time.

Since the fall of several nearby cities, the supply lines have been cut off, and the Hai Clan army has surrounded the city from all sides, making it impossible for any supplies or reinforcements to get close.

As of today, Spring Mountain City has not received supplies for ten days. Thanks to the local wealthy people paying for it out of their own pockets, otherwise Spring Mountain City would have been breached long ago.

But even so, their pitiful accumulation has bottomed out, and they can no longer sustain it for long.

Not only were the wounds medicine provided to the monks insufficient, but the spiritual stones to maintain the operation of the formation were in extremely short supply.

If this continues, the city will be destroyed within two days.

One can imagine what will happen after the city is broken.

At this moment, a girl in a white shirt, who looks like a snow-capped fairy, is standing on the eaves of a tall building facing the wind. Her clear and beautiful eyes are looking at the hurried monks, wondering what she is thinking.

This young girl's face is extremely beautiful and cannot be stared at. She seems to have gathered the aura of heaven and earth into her body, and her face is astonishing as her eyes are flowing.

Her beauty is like a lily blooming in the breeze.

It is also like the poetic and picturesque scenery of Jiangnan water towns, escaping from the secular world and as pure as ice.

This girl is none other than Young Master Yunweisi's cousin, Yang Chan'er.

On the East China Sea front line, after taking back the "Ming Yue Cang Hai Jue" from Li Guanhai, Yang Chan'er wandered around and unknowingly came to the West Sea front line, and was inexplicably involved in the team resisting the Hai tribe.

Yang Chaner fought with the large army for a while, but later found that resistance was in vain and Chunshan City would be broken sooner or later, so she lay down.

After all, she didn't want the city to be destroyed, because there was a beef offal soup in Xicheng that was plentiful, cheap, and very delicious.

When she passed by Xicheng by chance, she was attracted by the aroma wafting over her. She fell in love with the taste and had to eat a big bowl every day.

If the city is destroyed, wouldn’t it mean that we won’t be able to eat?

Therefore, Yang Chaner did not want Chunshan City to be breached.

This is personal selfishness.

Speaking more broadly, Spring Mountain City is the territory of the human race, how could it be occupied by the sea race?

But Yang Chaner knew in her heart that she could not control the situation of the battle with her own strength, so even if she was reluctant to give up, she would run away as soon as the city was defeated.

As for how to escape, this may be a problem for others. The Hai Clan army is surrounding the city from all sides. It can be said that there is no way to get in from the sky or the ground, and not even a fly can fly out.

But for Yang Chan'er, who has a stack of boundary-breaking talismans, it's not a problem at all.

On the day when the city was destroyed, with a thought in my mind, I tore apart the air conditioner and jumped thousands of miles. Who could catch up?

Yang Chan'er stood on the corner of the eaves, looking towards the west city and sighing.

She hasn't eaten offal for a while.

The old man who sells beef offal knows that the city will be captured in the near future. He is disheartened. How can he still think about doing business?

I simply went home to be with my wife.

He has no children, only an old woman to depend on, and even when he is very old, he has to go to the streets to sell offal. Although life is difficult, food and clothing are not a problem at least.

Yang Chan'er stood for a while, took out a boundary-breaking talisman from the Qiankun bag, and was about to activate it.

At this time, she suddenly saw a group of people rushing towards the city lord's mansion.

The leader was a man, and he was carrying a young man covered in blood.

The young man's energy is like a thread, and he is so depressed that he may die at any time.

The man was speeding and shouting: "Master, master, please save the young master!"

A divine rainbow swept out from the city lord's palace.

This was a middle-aged man with an unattractive appearance. He glanced at the dying young man being carried behind him, and his eyes instantly turned blood red.

This middle-aged man with an unattractive appearance is the current head of the Gao family, one of the eight great families in the upper world, Kaohsiung Cai.

And the young man who may die at any time is his beloved son, Gao Weilue.

Yang Chan'er only glanced at it and then looked away. She raised her head and was stunned.

The man who was carrying Gao Weiliu put down his young master and said urgently: "Master, please save the young master quickly. He retreated to protect the rest of the tribe and was seriously injured by a surprise attack by the creatures of the sea tribe."

Kaohsiung didn't listen to his nagging. He sent out his divine sense to investigate, and his heart sank to the bottom of the valley.

His origin was damaged, his heart veins were broken, and even the Golden Immortal could not save him.

With such a serious injury, Gao Weilue should have died immediately, but he didn't. He endured endless pain and held on until now, just to see his father for the last time.

Now that he has seen him, his wish has been fulfilled, and he can go on his way with peace of mind.

Yang Chan'er just took a look and didn't take it to heart.

Because during this period of time, she had seen too many similar separations and deaths, and she had long been accustomed to it.

"Well, which way is the east?"

Yang Chan'er pinched the boundary-breaking talisman to confirm the direction. With a thought, a space crack appeared in front of her.

Goodbye, beef offal soup.

She said goodbye in her heart and stepped into the space crack.

At this moment, a thousand-foot-long rosy light suddenly projected from the depths of the sky, covering the entire Chunshan City.

At the last moment before entering the space crack, Yang Chan'er clearly saw a divine light falling from the sky, landing squarely on the dead Gao Weilüe.

The crack closed, and after a dizzy moment, Yang Chan'er had appeared tens of thousands of miles away.

She stomped her jade feet in the air several times, annoyed, "Damn it, there must be a treasure coming. If I had known, I would not have left so quickly. I would have grabbed the treasure first."

She was angry when she heard a rumbling sound in the distance.

Turning her head, she saw a warship flying from the horizon, with two eye-catching characters on the fluttering flag, Xiahou.