——The Eagle Mountain Gorge stood silently, and the eagle-headed peak showed a little coldness at this moment. The pride that originally looked down at all things suddenly turned into the helplessness of bowing his head and mourning silently. Perhaps it was because the inexplicable cold wind was passing through the paths of the mountain, and it was cold to the arrogant Yingshan Gorge. The cold wind was chasing the figure of the white god of death Bai Qi. With Bai Qi's invisible murderous aura, everything around him was cold, but it could not blow and could not cool the dark blue soul hanging on the bone sickle.

Han Xin's soul was forcibly pulled out by the bone sickle in Bai Qi's hand with the power of "soul-killing", and then hung weakly on the pale sickle blade as if he was slaughtered. Han Xin's body in the street fighter state fell to the ground because he stripped his soul. In fact, the soul body itself is a very safe thing, because neither physical nor magical attacks can directly cause damage to the soul body, because the soul itself is an alien to the real dimension. However, nothing is absolute, and when the soul faces the awakened white god of death Bai Qi, it looks extremely fragile!

As Bai Qi said, the White Death God gave him two special powers - "Flying Sky" and "Soul Killing". "Flying Sky" is obvious. Bai Qi, the white Death God, spread the demonic bat wings, which allowed him to surpass human power and have the ability to fly through the clouds and break through the sky. However, the most terrifying ability given to him by the White Death God is indeed "Soul Killing". The secret power "Soul Killing" allows Bai Qi to directly act on the human soul of the alien. The soul itself is not a strong thing. Once an attack can act on it, the effect it produces will be extremely terrifying. Bai Qi, who has this awakening power, seems to be the God of Death coming to the world, reaping the soul, and judging life.

Just then, Bai Qi, the white god of death, used the bone sickle in his hand to pull out the soul in Han Xin's body and hung it in the sky. Han Xin's soul could not do anything to Bai Qi, and even his soul consciousness fell into a coma. Bai Qi, the white god of death, stared at the dark blue soul hanging on the sickle blade with his eyes, without any sympathy in his eyes. Everything was over, as long as Bai Qi swung the sickle and made a strong blow, he could immediately tear the fragile soul apart - of course he would do this, and he would not hesitate at all.

"Blood Echo..." The cold and hard pronunciation slowly came out of Bai Qi's mouth, and the sharp bone sickle blade temporarily accumulated strength, and a slash in an instant would destroy Han Xin's soul. "Slow up..." The voice that was not unfamiliar suddenly sounded calmly. Almost at the same time, one hand was placed on Bai Qi's right arm, which was about to swing the sickle. The hand did not exert force, but Bai Qi subconsciously stopped the movement. The white god of death Bai Qi's eyes looked slightly in the direction of his hand. The scene he saw made him extremely cold and hard. His eyes were silently contracted, and he could not believe the scene in front of him. The person who reached out to his arm was Han Xin, the street fighter who had already stripped his soul from him!!!

——Han Xin was pulled out of his unprepared soul by a sickle. The soul was damaged. The soul's consciousness floated into the abyss like a kite with a broken string. Han Xin didn't know what was going on, but he just felt that his soul consciousness was falling like a floating paper, falling constantly, but he couldn't fall.

As the soul consciousness fell, Han Xin felt that everything was light and everything was very ethereal. He felt a cold sickle hooking his soul, and he seemed to be vaguely seeing the white god of death Bai Qi looking at him with cold eyes... But, nothing was meaningless. He was no match for Bai Qi at all, too weak... Bai Qi was right, he could not protect Wang Zhaojun or save Wang Zhaojun... He could not do it at all... and his real mission to this trip was stopped, and everything was about to end.

In fact, if Han Xin had not started a war with Bai Qi impulsively, but instead searched for the gap between the war and fled to the border town, there should have been a chance. In that way, Han Xin could at least fulfill his most important mission... But he did not regret it. He knew that even if he did it again, he would still be unable to rush towards Bai Qi. But he was too weak, even if he could not complete his mission, he could not save Wang Zhaojun... Zhaojun, Zhaojun... He tried hard to recall Wang Zhaojun's face, but he could not find his beautiful face as ice and snow...

"Are you scared?" A low and kind voice came from nowhere, but it was like a slight ripples that intervened in Han Xin's falling soul consciousness. "No." Han Xin was not shocked, but just answered calmly.

"Is it helpless?" "Well. Helpless." Han Xin replied calmly again.

"Remember your mission along the way?" "Remember, rush back to the border city regardless of everything and tell the truth about the inner country of Chu and Han kings."

“Has it done?”

“I can’t do it…”

"Do you think you're weak?"

"Weak! Too weak!" The voice suddenly stopped for a moment, and then said, "Aren't you curious about who I am?" "Curious, but I dare not ask..." Han Xin paused for a moment and continued, "Senior, if you can intervene in my soul consciousness, your strength must be as deep as the vast sea. Han Xin dares to help me."

"Do you want me to give you strength?" "Yes!" Han Xin almost trembled and said, his tone was very firm. At that moment, his entire soul seemed to fluctuate. "Haha..." The voice suddenly laughed, smiling sincerely without any irony. "I can't give you strength."

"No one can give you strength, only you!" "Well, but everything is too late." Han Xin replied, feeling a little disappointed in his voice, everything is about to end.

However, the voice smiled and said, "It's not too late... I'm passing by here and meeting you, it's also a fate."

"I can help you block Bai Qi for three minutes, but what do you want to do in these three minutes?" The last sentence was very certain. Three minutes...what do you want to do? What can you do?...Han Xin subconsciously remembered his mission for this trip, and must give priority to the true image of the country back to the border town.

"I want to fire the signal flares given to me by Mozi to inform the people in the border city to come." Han Xin said affirmatively. When he left the city, considering that his journey might be unpredictable, Mozi specially gave him a special signal flare that he could use when he was not far from the border city. I think he is now relatively close to the border city and can already be used, but he was once in a difficult situation with Bai Qi and had no chance to use it.

But now it was the opportunity. The stranger promised to help him stop Bai Qi for three minutes! He knew that the three minutes that the man said was just to help his people, not to only stop Bai Qi for three minutes. His strength must be higher than Bai Qi. He said that if he could stop Bai Qi for three minutes, there would be no problem!

"Okay." said calmly, a low and kind voice, "When I am today, I will block this Bai Qi for three minutes, but I will never interfere with the scale of fate, nor can I interfere with it. After three minutes, it will depend on your life."

As soon as the words fell, the sound naturally disappeared, as if a breeze blew, and it had already blown by now. Han Xin didn't know how the man was going to stop Bai Qi, but his soul consciousness was much more awake at this time.

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!