"So now, do we have any other choices besides this method?"

Jiang Meixue's words silenced everyone.

"Maybe you can wait? Maybe this magic of the Demon Spirit Clan cannot last for too long." Someone said.

Jiang Meixue looked at the other party: "If you keep holding on, Yang Mian's soul energy will be continuously consumed. When he cannot protect everyone, our respective soul energy will not last long. By that time, the demon spirit race will not need to rely on illusions to directly kill us."

"The longer we waste in this game, the more unfavorable it is for us!"

Yang Mian sighed. In fact, if he did not release his soul energy to wrap everyone up and just formed soul energy armor to protect himself, he could continue to persist with his soul energy reserve and soul energy recovery speed.

But the question is, what is the point of persevering like this? Their purpose this time is to solve this fog so that the clan army can launch an attack on the Demon Spirit Clan. If this strategic goal is not achieved, it will be a great loss to the human race.

Moreover, Yang Mian thought about it a little more. After the race qualifying competition begins, the protection cover of the main city is removed, and the fog of the Demon Spirit Clan may enter the main city. Instead of waiting until then, let countless players take risks with their lives, it is better to let them, the strongest people, try it now to see if they can find a solution.

"I agree with Jiang Meixue's plan."

Yang Mian said, "We might as well take the initiative instead of waiting for death!"

When the rest of the people saw Yang Mian expressing their opinions, they no longer expressed any objections. After all, it is all up to Yang Mian to clear the fog alone. If Yang Mian takes back his soul, they will not last long.

"Yu Jin, Wang Xing, let us know more about how to crack illusions."

Li Zerui said to several players who are good at illusion.

Half an hour later, everything he could say and what he should remind him was also reminded. Yang Mian called out and directly took back the soul released from the outside.

The next second, the mist rolled around and soon drowned everyone.

Yang Mian felt a moment of indifference. When he came to his senses, he suddenly felt a biting cold.

"Well, is this illusion effective?"

Yang Mian looked around and then looked stunned, and a hint of bitterness and anger appeared on her face.

At this time, he was hanging on a steep cliff. Without looking down, he knew that there was a man and a woman hanging on the same safety rope as him.

This is exactly the change that changed his entire life.

"Some illusions will cause you to fall into the deepest fear or pain, and you will be unable to extricate yourself, and thus completely lose your mind."

Yu Jin, Wang Xing and others have mentioned this kind of illusion before, and they also mentioned the method of cracking, which is to try to control one's emotions. If you can remain unmoved or see through it thoroughly, the illusion will lose its threat and will naturally be broken.

When Yang Mian heard this, she thought that she might encounter the scene at this time. In fact, she had already prepared in her heart. But now when she was really facing it, she felt helpless to find that some wounds had been sewn for many years and were almost forgotten, but once they were torn apart, they were still heartbroken, just like back then.

The wind was howling, and three figures swayed back and forth on the cliff.

Yang Mian looked dazed and didn't even dare to look down at the two dreamy people below.

Then he gritted his teeth and wanted to use the soul energy in his body. As a result, as soon as he recited it together, the soul energy in his body had disappeared.

Without this, even his body has become the fourteen-year-old boy at the time.

"grass!"

Yang Mian smashed the Yabi angrily and wanted to release the safety buckle on his body and let himself fall down.

He would rather die in the illusion than repeat the tragedy of the past!

"Xiaomian!"

Just when Yang Mian put his finger on the safety button, a woman's voice came from below.

That was a voice that had not been heard in years.

Yang Mian's body shook, her eyes suddenly turned red, and she gritted her teeth, "Don't talk..."

"Xiaomian."

However, the voice still came, with a choking sound: "Listen to me, Mom can't continue walking with you."

"...Xiaomian, you must live well!"

"mom!"

Yang Mian finally couldn't help but look down and looked down, his parents were also looking up at him.

My mother's face was full of tears, and my father's eyes were red.

"Xiaomian, if you believe in yourself, you will definitely survive and be strong!"

This was the father's voice, and then he resolutely released the safety buckle.

"Living--"

The two fell quickly, and the roar came from afar.

"No--"

Yang Mian's eyes were bloodshot, and she let go of the direct safety buckle without hesitation and fell down.

This time, even if he dies, he will catch them!

However, the next moment when the fall happened, Yang Mian's eyes flashed, and the scene he was in had changed...

On the winding mountain road, a group of handsome men and beautiful women gathered together, and several obviously modified sports cars were parked next to them.

After a while, the roar of the car came from the bottom of the mountain, and then a black sports car drove over.

When everyone saw the car, they stopped talking and looked at it curiously.

Soon, the car stopped and a boy got out of the car with a cold face.

"Are you going to challenge Mr. Jie?"

A young man with red hair dyed red asked disdainfully, "Hey, little brat, are you an adult?"

"Stop talking nonsense. If you want to compete, hurry up and get out if you don't dare!"

The boy spoke very rudely, and he looked like a little hedgehog.

The man known as Jie Shao smiled and walked forward with some excitement: "I heard that someone dared to race on this road. Some people have to die here every year. Are you sure you want to compete with me here?"

The boy seemed to be completely nonsense, and returned to his car without saying a word, then turned the front of the car and aimed at the direction of the mountain. The roar of the engine kept ringing.

The answer is self-evident.

"Hahaha, I hope you don't let me down!"

Jae Shao laughed and returned to his car, then two or two cars drove side by side, ready to set off.

"three!"

"two!"

"one!"

“GO!”

Buzz —

Sports cars are racing out.

Yang Mian looked at this scene from another perspective like a bystander.

The boy who was racing with Jie Shao was fifteen years old.

After that accident, Yang Mian's will was depressed for a while. After that, not only did he not stay away from extreme exercise, but he became more and more severe!

The mountain road where he and Jie Shao raced was very rugged, and there were no guardrails in many areas. Not to mention racing, even if they were driving normally, several cars fell off the mountain road every year, and the cars were destroyed and people were killed.

Driving a fast train on this section of road is no different from seeking death.

The fifteen-year-old Yang Mian was fearless and stepped on the accelerator to the end from the beginning!

The two cars were on the front section of the road, and they had not yet set a distance between each other, but in the second half where the sharp turns were the most, Jie Shao was gradually thrown away by Yang Mian.

"Damn it, madman!"

Mr. Jie cursed pale, and he could not even see Yang Mian's taillights.

Although he is a senior racing party, he will also slow down where he should slow down.

He just wants to win, not die.

But Yang Mian is different. Jie Shao feels that Yang Mian is completely a lunatic, just for his life. Many times, he almost rushed out of the mountain road!

Jie Shao even doubted whether Yang Mian's brakes were broken, because he could hardly imagine that someone would be so desperate and dare to drive like this on such a mountain road in Death.

"Damn it, madman!"

Mr. Jie couldn't help but scold him again.

Yang Mian was like a ghost, quietly looking at herself in the car with a flushed face, looking at herself with excitement, violence and even destruction in her eyes.

He knew that he didn't care about winning or losing at this time, he was just enjoying this stimulation between life and death.

The picture changed again afterwards...

At the age of sixteen, he climbed the Chiefs Peak with bare hands and became the youngest player in the free-hand rock climbing world to challenge the Chiefs Peak.

At the age of seventeen, he flew wingsuits at an altitude of 28,000 feet, breaking the world record in one fell swoop.

At the age of eighteen, he won the championship in the downhill ski challenge held in Austria.
To be continued...