Two whistling arrows were not enough to support the escape of several people from those fast-moving monsters. When Lin Yang heard that there was no hope of escape, he sighed, "Those creatures are afraid of fire. We wanted to use the gunpowder in the whistling arrows to rush out."
Once Song Chen was reminded, he recalled and suddenly realized: "Yes, they are afraid of fire."
Lin Yang glanced at him with amusement, "If we have fire, why are we still sitting here practicing Taoism?"
Song Chen thought about the current situation and recalled the whistling arrows he had distributed with his own hands when he was still underground. He immediately felt heartbroken. "If I had known this would happen, I would have brought more whistling arrows with me so that we could communicate more easily."
The two were looking at each other worriedly when a cold voice suddenly interrupted them, like the sound of cold snow water, "The nature of gunpowder is strong, and it matches the sword intent of Yuheng. If it can be applied to the sword, perhaps..." Before the words were finished, another person interrupted them decisively, "No."
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