They were all like headless flies, running around, terrified.

However, everything was blocked by black fog in all directions, and there was no chance of survival at all.

"Venerable Tianhe! You have great powers, please save us!"

"Grandmaster Zhao! You are a martial arts master, you can definitely help us, right?"

"Master Jie Xin! Saving one life is better than building a seven-level pagoda. You are an eminent monk and should save all sentient beings!"

A group of panicked warriors quickly arrived in front of Jiang Xiuzhen and the others, crying and begging in various ways, just to survive.

"A bunch of trash! Get out of here!"

Jiang Xiuzhen raised his hand and waved, sending everyone flying with a strong energy.

"People die for wealth and birds die for food. If you encounter something like this today, you can only be considered unlucky."

Zhao Hongxiang looked indifferent and unmoved.

"Amitabha, this is a natural and man-made disaster, and even a poor monk can do nothing about it."

Jie Xin shook his head and looked at his nose and heart, pretending he didn't see it.

Facing the Song of Hell, the Grandmaster can protect himself, but if he wants to save others, the risk is too great.

"Grandmaster Huang! You are highly respected, please save everyone!"

At this time, a large number of warriors rushed towards Huang Donghai again.

One by one, they knelt on the ground and kowtowed frantically.

"Poseidon! You have magical powers and extraordinary strength. You must have a way, right?"

"Poseidon! We have always regarded you as our idol, you can't just die without saving us!"

Everyone cried bitterly and panicked. They knelt in front of Huang Donghai and begged in various ways.

Like a drowning person, grasping at straws.

They know very well that only Huang Donghai can save them now.

"Dad, what should we do? Do we have to wait to die?" Huang Yinyin cried with a sad face.

I have just tried it, and the martial arts master's palm wind cannot break through the black mist at all.

"Actually, I have another way."

At this time, Huang Donghai suddenly sighed: "It's just that this method is a bit too risky."

"Uncle Huang! Don't mess around!"

Lu Chen frowned and quickly warned.

Because he had already thought of what Huang Donghai was going to do.

"Brother Lu, these are human lives, and they will become the backbone of the martial arts in the future. I can't just ignore them." Huang Donghai shook his head.

"If you don't do it for yourself, heaven and earth will destroy you. With your cultivation, you can take Yin Yin and leave safely. Why bother meddling in other people's business?" Lu Chen said solemnly.

"If I don't care, they will all die, which will be a catastrophe for the entire martial arts world." Huang Donghai looked a little complicated.

"Are you going to sacrifice yourself for these irrelevant people?" Lu Chen was a little angry.

"Don't worry, I can't die, it's just a song of hell, let's see how I break it!"

Huang Donghai took a step forward and suddenly stood up from the ground.

After jumping into the air, he raised his palms upwards.

With his body as the center, a huge energy vortex formed out of thin air.

"Swallow mountains and rivers with anger——!!"

Huang Donghai took a deep breath.

The energy vortex rotated crazily, and huge waves of suction burst out instantly.

"Boom!"

The black mist in all directions was forcibly changed in direction, and quickly gathered towards the whirlpool like hundreds of rivers rushing into the sea.

One stream after another, a steady stream, an endless stream.

In the blink of an eye, Huang Donghai was swallowed up by the black mist.

Only a large whirlpool was left, madly absorbing the overwhelming black fog.

"Uncle Huang!"

Seeing this scene, Lu Chen's expression changed instantly.

Sure enough, he guessed right.

Huang Donghai wants to use his body as a medium to absorb all the songs of hell!
Chapter completed!