People surged, shouts of killing shook the heavens, and the scene descended into chaos.
Blood sprayed, and screams rose one after another.
The arrival of Hua Xia Sect turned this place into a living hell.
Three hundred miscellaneous disciples, in perfect formation, mercilessly swept with submachine guns.
Five small teams dispersed in all directions, wantonly slaughtering among the crowd.
In a short while, thousands of bodies lay on the ground, and some sects realized something was wrong, taking their disciples and desperately trying to escape.
But the outside had already been blocked by Jing Yuan and others, making escape impossible for a while.
"Charge out!"
A sect master led a group of disciples towards the weakest area, which happened to be guarded by Star Sect.
Feng Qingyang and several elders actively met the opponents, and in just a few moments, dozens of Star Sect disciples were eliminated.
In such a life-or-death escape situation, survival often hangs in an instant, especially when the strength difference between the two sides is not significant; it's a test of who is more ruthless.
Fortunately, Star Sect was only responsible for interception, helping Hua Xia Sect to delay for a little time.
Chu Huaian, bathed in blood, stepped over the corpses beneath his feet, leaped up, and charged towards Star Sect.
A flash of sword light passed, and a dozen headless corpses appeared on the ground.
Chu Huaian's figure was like a phantom, continuously weaving through the crowd; wherever he passed, enemies fell.
In the very center of the battlefield, five small teams crisscrossed, rising and falling among the crowd, constantly harvesting lives.
The strength of these people was generally at the Golden Core Stage, with over fifty at the Nascent Soul Stage, which posed no threat to the veteran players.
The battle did not last long; more than twenty thousand people were all slaughtered.
People from the three sects witnessed the entire process, their hearts trembling.
They knew Hua Xia Sect was strong, but they hadn't expected them to still be terrifyingly strong even without the ability to use spiritual power.
The usually carefree individuals, when it came to killing, were so decisive and ruthless, like cold killing machines.
Everyone couldn't help but feel a hint of fear, while also being grateful that they were in the same camp as these killing gods.
"Clear the battlefield!"
Corpses disappeared one after another, leaving only mo crystals suspended in mid-air.
Chu Huaian casually grabbed a mo crystal; it was larger than those from the outer areas and contained traces of Dao patterns.
In this wave, everyone collected over thirty mo crystals.
Chu Huaian did not linger, leading everyone to the next battlefield.
The fourth area was full of people, with conflicts around every altar.
"Xian Ge, that seems to be people from Bi You Sect and Wanhua Valley," Zhao Shijie said, holding a silver spear and pointing to an altar not far away.
To the front right, several factions were fighting each other.
Bi You Sect and Wanhua Valley had clearly formed an alliance and were desperately guarding the altar behind them.
At a glance, their battlefield was the most intense among the few, with about thirty thousand people.
However, Bi You Sect and Wanhua Valley combined only had less than four thousand people, and their numbers were continuously decreasing.
Without surprises, these two sects would likely not be able to hold the altar.
Jing Yuan and Feng Qingyang exchanged glances; as sects from the same land, they had relatively close ties with these two sects.
Watching the two sects being devoured little by little, both couldn't help but feel a bit regretful.
Just then, a voice fell into their ears.
"Go over and help them clear out the enemies!"
Swoosh—
Chu Huaian was the first to charge into the crowd, followed by a group of players letting out strange cries, rushing into the battlefield like a swarm.
"This child pleases me greatly," Jing Yuan revealed a joyful smile, raising his sword and leading over five hundred Ziwei Sect members to follow closely.
As Hua Xia Sect moved, everyone immediately understood and also rushed into the battlefield.
At the center of the battlefield, the people of Bi You Sect and Wanhua Valley were exerting all their strength to kill enemies, when they suddenly heard screams from outside, and couldn't help but look towards the periphery.
"It's people from Hua Xia Sect!"
"Do they also want to seize this altar?"
"It doesn't seem like it; it looks like they're helping us clear out enemies."
"No matter what their purpose is, let's first clear out the nearby enemies!"
The originally stalemated battlefield immediately turned into a one-sided trend after Hua Xia Sect joined in.
Chu Huaian led a group of disciples, unleashing a killing frenzy, and dense crowds of people fell at their feet.
At this moment, a group of miscellaneous disciples and new players had also adapted to this high-intensity combat; their eyes no longer held fear, only the desire for slaughter.
Li Taibai left the team alone, his sword light flashing, and countless enemies died under his blade.
With one step, blood splattered.
His elegant posture made those nearby involuntarily turn their heads, their eyes gleaming with a peculiar light.
In a densely populated corner, He Rong, covered in blood, was leading dozens of disciples in a desperate attempt to break through.
A cold light flashed, and Li Taibai's figure appeared before her.
Seeing the approaching person, He Rong's body stiffened, her face showing emotion, and her voice hoarsely said, "Senior Brother Li."
Li Taibai nodded slightly, acknowledging her, and softly said, "Leave this to me; you all fall back."
As he spoke, Li Taibai continuously thrust out several swords, piercing through the enemies who charged forward one by one.
"But..." He Rong showed an anxious expression.
Enemies were everywhere nearby, and with Li Taibai alone, it would simply be courting death.
He Rong, disregarding her injuries, led the others to Li Taibai's side, fighting alongside him.
Li Taibai glanced at her from the corner of his eye, but did not try to persuade her again, merely silently wielding the long sword in his hand.
Suddenly, more than a dozen long blades simultaneously fell on He Rong's head; the disciples behind her fell one after another.
There were simply too many people, and the movable space was only about a meter.
Clang—
A long sword lay across He Rong's head, blocking a fatal blow.
Whoosh—
A cold light flashed, and the dozen or so enemies surrounding He Rong all had their arms severed.
He Rong did not miss this opportunity; with a few sword strikes, these people fell into pools of blood.
"Thank you, Senior Brother Li," He Rong said with gratitude.
Li Taibai did not respond this time, his focus entirely on the enemies.
On the other side, Fang Yuan, with Qin Hao and a few others, had left the team, scurrying through the crowd like headless flies.
Finally, he saw a graceful figure, a smirk forming on his lips, and he urgently said to Qin Hao beside him, "Quick, stab me."
Qin Hao was in the thick of the fight, and suddenly hearing Fang Yuan's request, he couldn't help but roll his eyes, "Crazy."
"Hurry!" Fang Yuan anxiously tugged at Qin Hao's clothes.
It was just that tug, and Qin Hao's arm was cut by an enemy, making him angrily glare at Fang Yuan, "What the hell are you doing?!"
"Quick, stab me," Fang Yuan repeated.
"Damn it!"
Qin Hao cursed, gripped his long blade, and plunged it into Fang Yuan's abdomen.
Pfft, blood gushed out, staining a large part of his body.
Fang Yuan's face was a bit pale; he gave Qin Hao a thumbs-up, then staggered into the crowd.
Sun Yiyi was covered in blood, continuously swinging two iron hammers, killing so fiercely that no one dared to approach her.
"What is he doing?"
Qin Hao dodged several long swords, shouting, "That idiot, he's probably going to find Meng Ke'er to play the victim! Isn't he despicable?!"
Hearing this, Sun Yiyi was a bit speechless, and she raised her iron hammer to continue fighting.
After a while, she showed a tired expression and murmured, "Sun Yichen, I'm tired; it's your turn."
"Coming, coming."
The next second, Sun Yichen's face showed a strange smile; she swung her iron hammer at the dense crowd, shouting, "You've all been surrounded by me! All of you, go to hell!"
Zhang Ziqiang wiped the blood from his face, glanced at the frenzied Sun Yichen, and couldn't help but mutter, "This woman, she's exciting!"
