By the time Fang Yuan reached Meng Ke'er, she was already covered in wounds, her robes stained crimson with blood.
"Ke'er, wake up!!!"
Fang Yuan embraced Meng Ke'er, holding his blade with one hand to block the attacks of the surrounding enemies.
Pfft—
Suddenly, Fang Yuan's body stiffened, and he lowered his head to look at the longsword embedded in his chest.
"Wah…" He couldn't help but spit out a large mouthful of blood.
"I suspect you're getting revenge on me, but I have no proof…" Fang Yuan mumbled incoherently, turning his head to look at Meng Ke'er.
At this moment, Meng Ke'er's face was filled with a fierce glow, completely unlike her usual self.
She struggled violently in Fang Yuan's arms, and finding she couldn't break free, immediately opened her blood-stained mouth and bit at Fang Yuan's face.
"You look so ugly, not cute at all…"
Fang Yuan tilted his head to dodge, about to grab Meng Ke'er's collar and toss her into the crowd, but seeing her battered and bruised appearance, he couldn't help but lower his arm.
Thus, he moved through the crowd with Meng Ke'er, dodging her attacks at the same time.
Soon, he spotted Min Hong, whose injuries were even more severe than Meng Ke'er's; there was a sword cut on her forehead that extended down to her nose.
She also had two longswords sticking out of her body, her left arm had been severed, and she was swaying precariously.
Tragic, too tragic!
Fang Yuan's heart trembled, and he quickly rushed over, pulled her, and leaped, dodging the enemy's attack.
Whoosh, whoosh—
Dozens of blades and swords simultaneously struck towards Fang Yuan.
At the same time, Qin Hao and Sun Yiyi charged out, engaging in battle with the surrounding enemies.
Fang Yuan, holding Meng Ke'er and Min Hong, one in each hand, broke out of the crowd and finally collapsed to the ground, gasping for breath.
Around him, Jing Yuan and a group of people had regained some sanity, sitting cross-legged on the ground, holding their breath and concentrating, resisting the erosion of killing intent.
The bloodshot in Meng Ke'er's eyes gradually faded, revealing clarity.
Upon seeing Fang Yuan, her face instantly showed surprise, "Fang Yuan, are you alright?"
As she spoke, a strong wave of pain swept through her body, causing her to fall to the ground.
Min Hong, on the other side, was also in the same state, having already fainted.
Fang Yuan had a bit of a headache, pulled out the longsword from his body, and tossed it aside.
Meng Ke'er stared blankly at the flying sword, her pupils gradually dilating.
"This sword…" she murmured with a trembling voice.
"What are you thinking? Do you really think with your skill, you could still hurt me?"
Fang Yuan scoffed from the side, exchanged a few pills from the shop, haphazardly stuffed them into Min Hong's mouth, then continued:
"When I went to save you, your sword was taken by the enemy. There were too many enemies at the time, and I just happened to get stabbed by this person."
Meng Ke'er's face showed a complex expression, and she deeply looked at Fang Yuan.
"Turn around, let me see your wound…" Meng Ke'er trembled as she tugged at Fang Yuan's sleeve.
"Oh, are you annoying? This little injury is nothing. Keep this bottle of pills and heal yourself properly. I need to go fight."
Fang Yuan slapped away Meng Ke'er's small hand, tossed down a bottle of pills, and then rushed into the battlefield in a hurry.
Meng Ke'er looked at his retreating figure, the Thrilling in her heart unable to calm down for a long time.
At the same time, inside the battlefield.
The people from the three major sects were rescued one by one, and finally, only the Hua Xia Sect remained, fighting inside.
The team led by Li Taibai had cleared all the surrounding enemies and was now charging towards Yu Xiao Sect in the center.
On the other side, the team led by Zhao Shijie broke out of the crowd and was currently engaging in battle with Yu Wei Sect.
Bang, bang—
Chu Heshan, holding an iron rod, led his team deeper into the enemy lines.
Every time he swung the iron rod, several enemies exploded, which shows how terrifying his physical strength was.
Bang—
A few more enemies were sent flying, and the iron rod broke into two pieces with a clang.
Up to now, five iron rods had been rendered useless in his hands.
"Bah, so fragile."
Chu Heshan spat, then exchanged another iron rod from the shop, and continued to charge towards the center.
At this moment, the other two teams also charged out from different directions and converged with Li Taibai and the others.
What was originally a battlefield of hundreds of thousands of people, in a short period, suddenly dwindled to over a hundred thousand.
A large portion of people died in mutual slaughter, while the remaining portion died at the hands of the Hua Xia Sect members.
Above the sky, the two leaderboards refreshed again, and the Hua Xia Sect leaped into the top one hundred, ranking 86th.
On the individual leaderboard, among the top five hundred, more than half of the old players' names were prominently displayed.
The slaughter continued; those enemies who were lured by blood crystal had their combat power significantly reduced by more than half, utterly unable to withstand the devastation from the Hua Xia Sect members.
As the crowd grew smaller and smaller, the remaining enemies gradually regained their consciousness.
At this time, the number of people on the battlefield was only over twenty thousand. Among this group, most of their cultivation was at Golden Core Peak, with a portion at Nascent Soul Stage, and over fifty at Transformation God Realm.
This was the remaining strength of Yunzhou and Cangyu Province, and also the last hope of the two great states.
Facing the pressure from the Hua Xia Sect members, the sects of the two great states knew that if this continued, they might be annihilated by the Hua Xia Sect, so they immediately roared:
"Let's first join forces to encircle and kill this group of people, and then discuss the distribution of mo crystal and blood crystal later. What are everyone's opinions?"
"Yes!"
A sect master was the first to agree; this was also the sect with the fewest people on the field at the moment, only about two hundred people.
"Purple Cloud Palace agrees!"
"Heavenly Sound Gate agrees!"
"Yu Xiao Sect is responsible for the main attack!"
"Yu Wei Sect is responsible for intercepting their high-combat power!"
All the sects instantly gathered together and collectively charged towards the Hua Xia Sect members.
"Damn it! Let's take down Yu Xiao Sect and Yu Wei Sect first and show them who's boss!" Lin Ye, bathed in blood, raised his longsword and roared loudly.
"Damn it! They're even more arrogant than us! Kill the people from these two sects first!"
"Transformation God Realm Peak goes to Xian Ge and them, everyone else spread out!"
"Separate the battlefield, high-combat power go up and deal with those Transformation God Realm, everyone else finish quickly, then go support other teams!"
"Hit them hard, use all your goddamn strength, kill them all!"
"Charge!!"
Whoosh—
A piercing explosive bullet struck an enemy's forehead, instantly blowing up.
Wang Xiaojun, wielding a sniper rifle, quickly retreated, his body constantly moving around various places, repeatedly pulling the trigger.
Chu Huaian alone blocked the sect master of Yu Wei Sect and the sect master of Yu Xiao Sect.
The three fought from the ground to high in the sky, leaving the entire battlefield.
Li Taibai, Luo Xi, Zhao Shijie, Chu Heshan, Lin Ye, and a group of other exceptionally talented players, confronted various Transformation God Realm Late Stage cultivators.
The remaining Transformation God Realm cultivators were also divided by other high-combat power players.
The battlefield was split in two, all high-combat power detached from the crowd, leaving only over four hundred people from the Hua Xia Sect to fight against the twenty thousand allied forces.
The battle was about to erupt, with shouts shaking the heavens.
Almost every Hua Xia Sect disciple was surrounded by enemies.
But so what?!
The Hua Xia Sect members were already accustomed to fighting with fewer numbers; even when surrounded by enemies, there was not a trace of panic, and they killed the enemies until they trembled with fear.
Zhang Ziqiang, holding a Horse-Chopping Blade, charged in and out of the encirclement of dozens of enemies, and in just a moment, over a dozen enemies had died under his blade.
His ferocious aura scared the enemies into retreating again and again.
"Come on! You bunch of weaklings!"
His face was ferocious, his hands tightly gripping the hilt of his blade, his tiger-like eyes scanning the surrounding enemies back and forth.
"He doesn't have much strength left, everyone attack together!" Someone roared, leaped up, raised their blade, and brought it down with force.
