When Chu Huaian and the others opened their eyes again, they were met with a hazy gray landscape, with a layer of red mist drifting above.
Beneath their feet was dark red wasteland, surrounded by towering dark black rocks of varying heights, some reaching into the clouds, others only knee-high.
Before they could even adapt to the environment, deafening sounds of battle suddenly erupted from all directions.
The next second, dense crowds of people abruptly appeared in their line of sight, filling every corner.
"Everyone, fall back!" Chu Huaian roared.
Everyone's hearts inexplicably tightened, and they quickly retreated to the edge, their eyes fixed on the surrounding crowds.
Pfft, pfft—
Blood splattered, and severed limbs rose and fell within the crowd.
There were no magical arts or divine abilities, only the clang of cold weapons.
There were simply too many people, so many that it made everyone's scalps tingle.
"This is too brutal, isn't it? It's just the beginning!" Lin Ye exclaimed, quickly drawing the sword from his back.
The pungent smell of blood inexplicably excited the veteran players, their desire for slaughter surging wildly.
The new players, however, turned pale with fright, their bodies trembling violently.
They had never seen such a scene before; although their subconscious told them it was just a game, the immersive feeling still filled them with deep fear.
Among the handyman disciples, Fan Xiaomei and Lu Xiaohei, though somewhat alarmed, gripped their weapons tightly, a hint of solemnity in their eyes.
Suddenly, two forces, one from the left and one from the right, charged towards them, numbering about two thousand people.
Chu Huaian's eyes were like torches; he drew the long blade from his body and waved his arm: "All Hua Xia Sect disciples, heed my command, kill!"
Clang, clang, clang—
All Hua Xia Sect disciples drew their weapons and shouted in unison: "Kill!"
The crowd instantly split in two, colliding with the rushing enemies.
Zhao Shijie wielded his long spear, charging into the crowd at the forefront, the tip of his spear gleaming with a chilling light, blood gushing wherever he passed.
Fang Yuan and Qin Hao, one on the left and one on the right, wielded their sabers, slaughtering indiscriminately in the crowd; in just a few seconds, their feet were covered with a large number of corpses.
The veteran players were a group who had experienced the baptism of large-scale wars, and they did not feel uncomfortable dealing with such small-scale battles.
In contrast, the sixth batch of players appeared much clumsier, not even daring to swing the weapons in their hands, only able to flee in disarray.
Pfft—
One player was accidentally cut off an arm, falling to the ground in agonizing pain.
The moment he fell, five or six long swords simultaneously thrust towards his head.
At the crucial moment, a two-meter-long horse-slaying saber blocked in front of him.
Clang—
The horse-slaying saber swung forcefully, immediately pushing back several enemies.
"Get up quickly! Are you a man or not? What is this little injury?!"
Zhang Ziqiang pulled the player on the ground to his feet, pushed him behind him, and then, gripping the horse-slaying saber, charged into the crowd.
"You bunch of good-for-nothings! Come on!"
The horse-slaying saber split a person in two.
Blood splattered on Zhang Ziqiang's face, giving him a sense of trance.
He couldn't help but recall his youth, wielding two watermelon knives and dominating Causeway Bay.
So many years had passed, and his bloodlust had gradually worn away with time.
But the scene before him gave him a feeling of being back in the past, and the ruthlessness lurking in his heart was suddenly awakened.
"Awesome!" He fiercely wiped the blood from his face, a joyful smile on his lips.
He wielded the horse-slaying saber with such force that it created a roaring wind, forcing many enemies to retreat repeatedly.
On the other side, Liu Yifei and Peng Yiyan followed the new players, hiding behind the veteran players, symbolically waving the swords and blades in their hands.
To their left, Fan Xiaomei led Lu Xiaohei and a few others, fearlessly charging towards the nearest enemies.
Though their bodies were small, the weapons in their hands were heavy and powerful, and with their superb movement techniques, they managed to cut down several nearby enemies with their blades.
Most of these two waves of enemies died at the hands of Chu Huaian and the veteran players; only a small portion died at the hands of others.
Soon, the more than two thousand people were all cut down by the Hua Xia Sect, and corpses were everywhere on the ground.
However, the corpses did not remain for long; they all turned into a white light and disappeared from the spot, clearly indicating that these people had been eliminated.
"Count the numbers." Chu Huaian turned around and shouted to everyone.
"631 people entered, no deaths, twenty people with minor injuries, one person seriously injured." Zhao Shijie reported the situation urgently.
Chu Huaian nodded slightly, scanning the new players and the handyman disciples.
This place was simply the best training ground; he believed it wouldn't be long before this group of people would quickly grow stronger.
Among the handyman disciples, he only favored two people: one was Fan Xiaomei, and the other was Lu Xiaohei.
Neither of them had good talent, even to the extreme, but Fan Xiaomei had extremely high comprehension, able to grasp seventy to eighty percent of a cultivation technique after only one lesson.
Lu Xiaohei's comprehension was a bit worse than Fan Xiaomei's, but he possessed an unyielding spirit, never giving up until he achieved his goal; his diligent practice could often be seen in various corners of the Sect.
No matter how difficult the things Chu Huaian usually taught were, these two could complete them at the first opportunity, and they did so even more perfectly.
"Hey, what is this?"
Just then, an ethereal voice sounded from behind the crowd.
Everyone looked over at the sound, only to see Liu Yifei holding a thumb-sized dark green crystal in her hand.
At her feet, there was also a small altar, emitting a faint purple glow.
Chu Huaian's pupils suddenly contracted, and his body transformed into an afterimage, appearing beside Liu Yifei, taking the crystal from her hand.
"Could this be a mo crystal?"
At the same time, roars suddenly erupted from the front: "The altar! The altar has appeared!"
"Kill!"
In an instant, everyone nearby was attracted by the sound, and they all charged towards the Hua Xia Sect.
The sight was a dense mass of people, stretching as far as the eye could see.
"Damn it! Are these people crazy?!" Fang Yuan was startled by the scene before him.
The others were not much better, their faces instantly turning pale.
"Everyone, evacuate the altar! Break through to the left!"
Chu Huaian quickly issued the command, leading all the disciples to charge towards the weakest point in the crowd.
He finally understood now why Jing Yuan had previously said to unite the strength of the four sects to guard an altar.
In the current situation, even four sects might not be able to defend it!
It was too crazy; just a small altar attracted tens of thousands of people vying for it.
This was not an altar at all; it was clearly a meat grinder!
As soon as they broke out of the encirclement, the original spot had already turned into a large-scale Asura battlefield, with blood splattering and shouts shaking the heavens.
Everyone subconsciously swallowed, staring blankly at the corpses falling to the ground one by one.
"Xian Ge, should we make a move?"
Just then, Li Yongxiao and Wang Xiaojun quietly walked up to Chu Huaian, taking out several grenades and two Gatling guns from their storage rings.
Chu Huaian stared blankly at the weapons in their hands, his eyes suddenly lighting up: "Without the blessing of spiritual energy, can they break through the physical body of a Golden Core Stage cultivator?"
"No, they can't. The demon core level is too low; at most, they can only kill Foundation Establishment Stage cultivators." Wang Xiaojun shook his head slightly.
"How many more of these types of weapons do you have stored?" Chu Huaian asked urgently.
"Not many, about three hundred or so."
Li Yongxiao said, taking out a box of grenades and a dozen submachine guns and placing them at Chu Huaian's feet.
"Distribute the weapons!"
"Good!"
Soon, all the players were holding a submachine gun, with several grenades hanging on their bodies, looking like hardened bandits.
"Holy crap, the sense of security instantly maxed out!" Fang Yuan revealed a brilliant smile, his eyes filled with excitement.
"Throwing thunder, old man, this is good stuff!" Zhang Ziqiang caressed the gun body, his eyes filled with nostalgia.
Chu Huaian also held a submachine gun, looking at the tide of people near the altar, a cruel smile curling at the corner of his mouth.
"Those who dare to snatch things from the Hua Xia Sect, all of you, kill them back!"
"Damn!"
"Baldy, get the Sect flag out!"
"Old Master Luo, Old Master Fang, quickly blow the charge horn!"
Toot, to-toot—
The stirring sound of the horn rang out.
Everyone's souls trembled, a surge of hot blood rushed to their heads, and their eyes instantly turned red.
"Charge!!!"
"Kill these bastards!!"
"All of you, charge to the death!!"
