"I've been waiting for you to say that!" Sun Yiyi gripped her two iron hammers, making a clanging sound.
"Everyone be careful, these people are all above the Golden Core Stage, and there are over a hundred Nascent Soul Stage cultivators among them. Don't underestimate them," Zhao Shijie warned the crowd.
As soon as he finished speaking, he leaped forward, landing directly in front of the crowd.
"Let's go, everyone!"
Zhao Shijie gripped his silver spear in a reverse grip, his legs slightly bent, and he shot out like an arrow.
"Follow up!"
Fang Yuan roared, rushing forward alongside Zhang Ziqiang, one on each side.
All the old players turned into afterimages, clashing with the enemy.
At the very back were the sixth batch of players and a group of miscellaneous disciples.
As both sides clashed with weapons, the battle immediately entered a white-hot stage.
This group of people was unlike the previous small sects; their combat awareness and physical bodies were much stronger. In an instant, several miscellaneous disciples died under their blades.
Conversely, on the other side, even more people died.
Li Taibai's sword light followed him, piercing through an enemy in front, then he bent his body, dodging the attacks of two enemies.
Bang—
Beside him, Chu Heshan's fists were fierce, one punch blasting open an enemy's chest.
Fang Yuan and Qin Hao were even more ferocious, directly cutting a path through the enemy lines.
In terms of cultivation techniques and physical bodies, the players completely overwhelmed this group of people, especially the old players who had crawled out of piles of corpses; they were practically life reapers.
Bang—
Someone was accidentally knocked down, then an enemy's sword pierced through his abdomen.
"Old Peng!"
Ye Wuyai exclaimed, kicking away an enemy in front of him, then throwing out the flying sword in his hand.
Pfft—
The flying sword pierced through the enemy's eye, splattering red and white matter everywhere.
Peng Yiyan subconsciously touched the blood on his face, and a piercing pain came from his abdomen.
At this moment, two more enemies charged towards him, wanting to sever his head.
Whoosh, whoosh—
Sword light flashed, and the sword itself knocked away the enemy's weapon.
"Old Peng, don't just stand there!"
Ye Wuyai quickly grabbed Peng Yiyan by the back of his collar, pulling him aside, then met the two enemies.
"Instantaneous Sword!"
A cold gleam appeared, and the sword light flashed by in an instant.
Thud, thud—
Two heads flew high, and their bodies fell into pools of blood.
Even without spiritual energy, Ye Wuyai was still a top-tier existence in terms of speed.
"Old Peng, are you alright?"
He quickly ran to Peng Yiyan's side, showing concern.
They had gotten along well during this period; Ye Wuyai, as Peng Yiyan's fan, would teach him how to cultivate whenever he had time.
"I'm fine, my abdomen just hurts a bit, and it's a little itchy."
Saying that, Peng Yiyan lifted his sleeve, only to see the wound on his belly healing at an extremely fast rate.
"I forgot you have the Indestructible Saint Body; your body recovers differently from ordinary people," Ye Wuyai chuckled lightly, gripping his flying sword and rushing back into the battlefield.
Peng Yiyan raised his eyes and scanned the battlefield. Upon seeing Fan Xiaomei and a group of children fighting desperately, a look of emotion appeared on his face.
"If others can do it, so can I!"
He roared inwardly, his eyes gradually becoming fierce, and he grabbed the long saber beside him, charging towards the nearest enemy.
He was inherently an unyielding person. Since others could overcome the fear of death, he could do it too!
With this belief, he gripped the saber with both hands, a hint of ferocity appearing on his face, and he swung down forcefully at the enemy.
Clang—
Both sides' weapons clashed.
Peng Yiyan pressed down forcefully, wanting to overwhelm the enemy with strength, but the opponent merely used a clever technique to deflect his weapon to the side, then kicked him in the body.
Bang—
He crashed heavily to the ground. Before he could get up, the opponent's figure had already rushed in front of him, accompanied by a cold glint.
At the critical moment of life and death, Peng Yiyan raised his arm to block the blade.
Pfft—
The sword tip pierced through his palm and into his entire arm.
Bones shattered, meridians snapped.
The pain was infinitely amplified at this moment, almost making him faint.
He endured the severe pain, and countless movie clips suddenly flashed through his mind. Instinctively, he raised his other hand and fiercely plunged his fingertips into the opponent's pupil.
"Ah!!" The enemy let out a scream and kicked him flying.
Pfft—
Peng Yiyan's entire arm was gashed open, flesh churned, and stark white bones were exposed to the air.
The threat of death made him temporarily forget the pain. He decisively exchanged for a long saber from the shop, roared, and charged to the enemy's side, engaging in a life-and-death struggle.
The enemy, clutching his bleeding eye, had a sinister look on his face and pierced Peng Yiyan's body with a sword.
Peng Yiyan had already cast aside the fear of death. He pressed against the long sword and stabbed his saber into the opponent's body.
Hot blood sprayed onto his face.
"Ah!!"
Peng Yiyan let out a series of roars, stabbing more than a dozen times in a row until both fell to the ground, only then did he stop his actions.
"Hoo... hoo..."
He lay on his back on the ground, gasping for breath.
After a while, he shakily sat up, pulled out the long sword from his body, and took out several pills from his pocket, stuffing them into his mouth.
He took a deep look at the corpse beside him, his heart trembling slightly.
This was his first time killing someone. Besides fear, there was also a strange excitement in his heart.
"So this is what killing feels like..." he murmured, covering his wound and staggering into the crowd.
On the other side, the battle between Chu Huaian and the Transformation God Realm elder had also ended.
Without spiritual energy, without magical abilities, relying solely on physical body and combat awareness, plus max-level cultivation techniques, Chu Huaian was completely on par with these old monsters.
The other players were also like this; what they lacked was only combat awareness and adaptability to the battlefield.
After these waves of battles, everyone was growing rapidly, and their fighting was no longer as green as before.
The battle between the two sides did not last too long; a thousand people were slaughtered in an instant.
"Everyone, with one push, charge into their defenses and seize the altar!"
"Charge!"
"Li Taibai, Chu Heshan, Zhao Shijie, you follow Xian Ge to deal with those two Transformation God Realm cultivators. The rest of you, charge with me and kill them all!"
Fang Yuan shouted through a loudspeaker in the crowd.
"Kill them all!"
"Charge to your deaths, whoever chickens out is a bastard!"
"All miscellaneous disciples move to the right, leave the most dangerous places to us!"
Over six hundred people fearlessly charged into the altar, clashing with over two thousand enemies.
The battle was on the verge of breaking out, and the situation escalated once again.
Facing the Hua Xia Sect's ferocity, someone shrieked with a trembling voice, "Sect Master! These people are not right, quickly withdraw from the altar!"
"We cannot retreat! The altar was finally breached with such difficulty, we absolutely cannot retreat!"
"All disciples, heed my command, form up according to the previous drills and face the enemy!"
"No! The disciples can't hold on! Sect Master, quickly retreat, if this continues, all of us will be eliminated!"
"Sect Master, my ass! Your Sect Master is dead!"
An untimely voice sounded, and everyone suddenly raised their heads, only to see their own Sect Master and Grand Elder being brutally beaten to death by four of the enemy.
"Retreat! All disciples, quickly retreat!"
An elder let out a heart-wrenching roar, leading the remaining few hundred people to desperately break through the encirclement.
"You can't leave! We said we'd kill you all, and we will!"
"All old players retreat, cover the miscellaneous disciples and new players, let them go!"
"Xian Ge, another altar has been occupied by a sect, quickly send reinforcements!"
"Fang Yuan, Qin Hao, Sun Yiyi, you take over two hundred people back. The rest of you, finish this quickly and defend this altar!"
The scene was a bit chaotic. What was supposed to be over two hundred people suddenly became over four hundred, with only two hundred continuing to encircle and kill the remaining enemies.
"Luo Xi, you all hold this place first, I'll go reinforce them."
Chu Huaian said, then quickly rushed to the other altar, where several thousand enemies had already gathered.
