At this moment, in the outer fringe area, the flow of people gradually decreased.
The two altars occupied by the Hua Xia Sect were merely the smallest type of altars.
After witnessing the brutality of the Hua Xia Sect’s group, the nearby sects chose not to directly confront them, but instead shifted their targets to other locations.
Those who besieged the Hua Xia Sect were unaware of this, thinking it was just a small sect. It wasn't until Chu Huaian led his people to kill their way through that they suddenly realized the seriousness of the situation.
The reason for the sparse crowd was not that other sects couldn't see them, but because a group of killing gods was guarding this place.
However, by this point, it was already too late to escape.
Over three thousand people were instantly defeated by over four hundred, with numerous bodies collapsing at the edge of the altar. Only a few dozen managed to escape.
Fang Yuan planted the red sect flag at the highest point, declaring sovereignty over the area.
The battle situation in this area was largely stable; the Hua Xia Sect, with over six hundred people, occupied two altars, striking fear into nearby sects who dared not approach.
Chu Huaian glanced at the ranking list in the sky. The Hua Xia Sect was ranked 256th, and his personal kill count had dropped to over four hundred.
Both rankings were updated every moment; only the top ten sects remained stable.
The battle was even more intense than Chu Huaian had imagined.
“Fang Yuan, go gather the others. Just leave a few people there,” Chu Huaian said softly.
“Understood,” Fang Yuan replied.
Soon, everyone gathered around Chu Huaian, silently watching him.
“Zhao Shijie, count the numbers.”
“The Hua Xia Sect currently has 587 survivors, including thirty with minor injuries and eleven with severe injuries. Report complete.”
“Those injured, step forward and stand on the other side.”
Among the miscellaneous disciples, over a dozen stepped out. Six players from the sixth batch also stepped out, while the rest remained in formation.
“Peng Yiyan, you’re so badly injured, what are you still doing in the squad? Hurry up and get treated!” Chen Shaocong growled.
“It’s nothing, I’ll be fine in a bit,” Peng Yiyan said, trying to sound relaxed and waving his hand, but the cold sweat on his face betrayed him.
The other injured individuals were like him, unwilling to leave the team, fearing they would miss out on the upcoming plan.
Chu Huaian did not interfere much, only calling out three names.
These three were missing limbs, which made everyone wince.
“You three, get treated quickly.” Chu Huaian instructed, then looked at the others and said, “We have withstood the first test, but there are still many shortcomings in the team.”
“Firstly, for the newcomers, you don’t have much time. You must grow quickly and keep up with the pace of those ahead.”
“Secondly, for the miscellaneous disciples, do not learn from your senior brothers and sisters. They have the capital to be reckless; you do not. Remember to prioritize self-preservation.”
“Now I will divide you into five teams, one hundred people per team.”
“Now, those whose names I call, step forward!”
“Li Yongxiao, Fang Yuan, Zhao Shijie, Lin Ye, Li Taibai, step forward!”
“Yes!”
The five stepped forward.
“The rest, listen up! You now have one minute to stand behind your team leader!”
Clatter—
The crowd stirred in a commotion. Most people didn't know who to choose and could only follow behind Luo Xi.
Fang Yuan glanced at his team.
Behind him were Qin Hao, Sun Yiyi, over a dozen veteran players, plus over twenty new players, as well as Fan Xiaomei and Lu Xiaohei, a few miscellaneous disciples.
Most people ran behind Li Taibai and Zhao Shijie.
“Damn it, choose me! I can carry you all!”
“Luo Xi, why are you bringing a large group of people to Old Bai? He can’t command, hurry over here!”
“Brother Fang Yuan, you’re unreliable.” Xia Ling held Luo Xi’s hand and made a face at Fang Yuan.
“I’m the most reliable one here, Xia Ling, be good and bring your Sister Luo Xi over,” Fang Yuan squatted down and waved vigorously at Xia Ling.
“You made Sister Ke’er run away, I’m not talking to you, hmph!” Xia Ling haughtily turned her head, no longer paying attention to Fang Yuan.
Fang Yuan rubbed his nose and stood up, his smile a bit stiff, muttering, “That annoying little brat, when we get back to the real world, I’ll definitely send her a box of winter vacation homework.”
Chu Huaian scanned the area and assigned over twenty veteran players and some miscellaneous disciples to Fang Yuan.
At this point, the five temporary small teams were finally assembled.
Chu Huaian’s purpose in dividing the teams was to enhance everyone’s execution ability.
The chaotic scene just now was too prone to problems.
Now, with five people as coordinates, there would be no more chaotic running around.
“Everyone, hand over your firearms to the miscellaneous disciples.”
As he spoke, a purple light illuminated the altar, and five thumb-sized mo crystals appeared in the center.
As soon as Chu Huaian collected the mo crystals, the altar beneath them suddenly disappeared, and so did the other altar.
The altar refresh time had arrived, and no altars appeared nearby this time.
Sounds of fighting erupted again all around, the scene extremely chaotic.
“All disciples, listen up! Your primary objective now is to find the Ziwei Sect, the Hehuan Sect, and the Star Sect.”
“Take out your sect flags so they can see us.”
“Everyone, move out!”
Chu Huaian didn’t know the situation of the other three sects, but from the current circumstances, it was likely dire.
The three sects had once saved the Hua Xia Sect from dire straits, and Chu Huaian had always kept this kindness in his heart.
At the same time, on the other side of the outer battlefield.
Jing Yuan led the remaining thousand-plus people, struggling to break through the crowd.
Just now, an altar refreshed near them, immediately attracting all the surrounding crowds.
“Ziwei Sect disciples, listen up! Do not linger in battle, quickly withdraw from the altar!”
The crowd surged, tens of thousands of people crammed into a small space, fighting until the sky grew dark and blood flowed like rivers.
Jing Yuan, leading over a thousand people, was caught in the middle, unable to move an inch.
“Master, more and more people are coming, what should we do?” Yun Xiang forced back the surrounding enemies with a sword, her face filled with anxiety.
“Sect Master, we will lead five hundred disciples to clear a path for you! You must find the Hua Xia Sect! Only by finding them will the Ziwei Sect have a chance to survive until the end!”
At a critical moment, ten elders stepped forward, leading over five hundred disciples, charging fearlessly towards the far right.
They exchanged injuries for injuries, lives for lives, bravely carving out a bloody path for everyone.
Jing Yuan knew this was not the time for sentimentality and led the remaining people closely behind.
Seeing the people in front fall one by one, and the tide of people growing more and more turbulent, Jing Yuan knew that if this continued, everyone might be eliminated.
Without hesitation, he urgently said to Yun Xiang beside him, “Xiang’er, your master will create an opportunity for you to escape. You take the remaining people to find Chu Huaian.”
“Master… I don’t want to…” Yun Xiang’s eyes reddened slightly.
“Good disciple, your master won’t truly die. I won’t say anything more. In short, the hope of the Ziwei Sect rests on you!”
After Jing Yuan finished speaking, he drew a long sword from behind him, and his body transformed into an afterimage, charging forward, instantly slaying over a dozen enemies.
Swish, swish, swish—
A cold light flashed, and dozens more died by his sword.
“Hurry and go!” Jing Yuan turned and roared towards Yun Xiang’s side.
Yun Xiang, with red eyes, shouted to the disciples, “Break through!”
What was originally a team of over a thousand people, in just a moment, was reduced to only over five hundred.
