An Shenyi had already snapped back to his senses and roared at the people in front who were still at a loss.

"Everyone, get away from those six corpses! Now!!"

Hearing this, everyone screamed and scattered. But it was already too late.

Many people, because they were too slow to run, suddenly had their pupils shrink, as if they had encountered something. With a *plop*, they fell directly to the ground, just like the previous guards.

However, most of these people were villagers, and their strength was far inferior to that of the previous guards. They didn't even have the ability to support themselves for a few more seconds, and with a *bang*, they turned into a meat paste.

Blood splattered, scaring everyone to scream and retreat again.

"Retreat! Retreat! Retreat! Stay away from all the corpses!!"

An Shenyi continued to roar. Fang Yue quickly asked, "An Shenyi, you know about this strange ability, don't you? What's going on?"

"I'll tell you later. Let people retreat first, or we're all going to die!"

An Shenyi, who had always been relatively calm in the face of trouble, was now a little flustered and roared at Fang Yue.

After saying this, An Shenyi kept looking around, his eyes scanning quickly, as if searching for something.

*Bang!!*

While they were talking, the people who were slow to retreat in front once again had their limbs explode, crushed into bloody pancakes.

"Don't let anyone get close to the corpses of those team members! All the corpses of the team members will release a pressure circle again! Anyone who can't escape the pressure circle will be crushed to death again, turning into meat paste. It's a vicious cycle!"

"Yeye, if our people can't outrun the pressure circle, I need you to kill the people in front immediately to form a dividing line!"

"Stop talking nonsense, hurry up!"

Fang Yue's forehead was covered with cold sweat, his eyes fixed on the two shallow lines in front.

Not closed yet! Can get out! Can rush out!

Fang Yue whipped his horse and rushed forward frantically, while the two shallow lines were completing their final closure.

At this time, the last group of villagers in front had just escaped the range of this pressure circle, panting heavily.

As soon as they got out of the circle, they all collapsed on the ground, gasping for breath, their physical strength almost exhausted.

This was also why Fang Yue risked entering the circle to save Tian Dan Zhi Yuan Wu and Weiba.

If they both died, then in the next wave of pressure circle, all the villagers accompanying the team would have to be abandoned—they simply didn't have the physical strength to escape the next pressure circle range.

Many of these were stonemasons from the village. Without them, one of the only two important tasks of the escort team would be declared a failure on the spot.

Without the stonemasons, no one in the team would know how to select suitable stone materials, and even the work of repairing the village's core would be greatly slowed down—they were all important technical talents in the village.

"Brother Ye! The circle is about to close!!"

"Shut up, I know!"