When Zhang Ziqiang raised his Zhanmadao to block, he then kicked the enemy away.
In a brief moment, dozens of swords fell simultaneously.
Zhang Ziqiang decisively lunged to the other side, dodging a fatal blow.
Bang—
Cracks appeared on the ground from the cuts, and sand and stones flew.
Puch—
The moment he landed, his Zhanmadao pierced into an enemy's body, bringing forth a large splash of blood.
At the same time, a dozen nearby enemies held up their weapons and descended on him in unison.
Dang—
Swords clanged against the Zhanmadao, producing a deafening metallic sound.
Zhang Ziqiang knelt on one knee, his veins bulging, as he strenuously pushed back against the pressure on him.
Puch—
A long blade bypassed Zhang Ziqiang's body and struck him in the back.
This strike almost made Zhang Ziqiang lose his balance, but fortunately, he reacted quickly enough, using the remaining force to lunge forward, rolling several times on the ground, thus dodging the attacks of dozens of enemies.
As someone who had been involved in the underworld since he was young, Zhang Ziqiang had seen too many such scenes; even after taking a blow, he acted as if nothing had happened and continued to charge into the crowd with his blade.
In his view, when facing multiple opponents, one must be more ruthless than the enemy, instilling fear in them to have a chance at turning the tide.
And indeed, his momentum scared a group of enemies into retreating repeatedly.
Zhang Ziqiang seized the opportunity, swung a powerful and heavy blow, instantly cutting two nearby enemies in half.
He pressed on, swinging his blade at others again, but this time the enemies did not give him another chance, dodging his attack while launching a fierce assault on him.
On the other side, the miscellaneous disciples and new players suffered heavy casualties, with only dozens still fighting desperately against the enemies.
Compared to them, over a hundred old players forced the enemies to retreat repeatedly, with no one daring to approach.
These individuals were unparalleled in terms of physical strength, mastery of cultivation techniques, and killing skills.
Coupled with Wang Xiaojun providing support, they alone managed to rout the enemies.
At this moment, Jing Yuan led the remaining allied forces to join the battlefield.
Most of them were severely wounded, yet they gritted their teeth and fought alongside the Hua Xia Sect members, bringing tears to the eyes of the players.
For the new players, they had only heard of the deeds of the three sects; as for emotional attachment, there wasn't much.
But now, seeing the people from the three sects, dragging their heavily wounded bodies, covering for them, it couldn't help but stir the hearts of the new players.
Some new players with lower tear thresholds were already in tears, moved by the sight.
Even though they knew these people were just NPCs in a game, they were still touched by this enthusiasm.
It is said that emotions do not distinguish between virtual and reality, and at this moment, they finally understood this saying.
No wonder the old players had always supported these people; such allies were worth protecting!
With strong conviction, the players unleashed unprecedented power and began to counterattack.
At the same time, the battle on the other side was also drawing to a close.
Chu Heshan was the first to achieve victory, rushing to other locations to help Ye Wuyai kill the enemies, and then both of them headed to the nearest battlefield.
The snowball effect grew, and in a short time, over fifty Transformation God Realm cultivators were jointly killed by the players.
In mid-air, Chu Huaian's battle had also ended; when he reappeared, his aura was chaotic, and his face was as pale as paper.
"Kill! Leave no one!"
Everyone re-entered the battlefield, and the remaining over ten thousand enemies were all annihilated.
Even some fleeing enemies were not spared by the players, who chased them down and hacked them to death.
At this point, all enemies in the Third Area were cleared, but the Hua Xia Sect and the Three Great Sects also suffered heavy losses; what was originally a team of over four thousand people was now reduced to less than a thousand.
Apart from over a hundred old players, the combined number of miscellaneous disciples and new players in the Hua Xia Sect was only about seventy, so all in all, the Hua Xia Sect was left with only about two hundred people.
The price paid was immense, but the fruits of victory were extremely rich.
First, there was the leaderboard.
On the individual leaderboard, Chu Huaian ranked 53rd, with 36,839 kills, followed by Li Taibai, 61st, with 31,741 kills.
After that was Zhao Shijie, 63rd, with 31,289 kills.
Chu Heshan ranked 68th, with 29,036 kills.
In addition, Fang Yuan, Sun Yiyi, Qin Hao, Lin Ye, and Li Yongxiao also made it into the top one hundred.
The remaining Luo Xi and Xia Ling, as well as dozens of old players, were generally in the top five hundred.
This meant that the Hua Xia Sect occupied one-fifth of the spots on the individual leaderboard.
Even the top sects in Central Province could not achieve this.
However, this was also thanks to the help of the blood crystal, which allowed the Hua Xia Sect to seize this opportunity, but no matter what, this achievement truly shocked all the sects in Jizhou.
Those sects that had been eliminated were all gathered at the entrance of the Mo Yun Battlefield, staring intently at the two leaderboards.
When the Lian Shi Sect and the Limitless Sect saw the Hua Xia Sect's ranking, their faces instantly darkened, especially when they saw the kill count column; everyone's heart trembled, and a chill rushed straight to their heads.
Hua Xia Sect, 21st place, total kills: 316,441 people.
The striking numbers made everyone's eyes sting.
The entire Jizhou only had 300,000 people enter the Mo Yun Battlefield, but the Hua Xia Sect's kill count exceeded 300,000.
What did this mean?
Everyone shivered at the thought.
"How did the Hua Xia Sect manage to do it? A full 300,000 people!" a sect elder muttered, his voice trembling.
"These are the top forces of various sects. In other words, does the Hua Xia Sect have the ability to slaughter all the sects in Jizhou?"
A Lian Shi Sect elder, his face pale, spoke words that sent shivers down everyone's spines.
Hoo... Hoo...
The gasping grew louder.
After a while, Mo Li let out a long, turbid breath and said in a deep voice, "The Hua Xia Sect doesn't have that strength yet. Spiritual power cannot be used in the Mo Yun Battlefield, so this data cannot be used as a reference."
With that, his eyes intentionally or unintentionally glanced at the Hua Xia Sect's flying ship.
On the deck, over four hundred disciples stood, cheering excitedly.
On both sides of the deck, red banners were planted, fluttering wildly in the strong wind.
That touch of red was so dazzling, so loathsome, that one wished to smash the entire flying ship with a single palm.
However, upon thinking of the consequences of doing so, Mo Li still desperately suppressed the murderous desire in his heart and left the place with the Limitless Sect members.
After him, the Lian Shi Sect group also returned to their sect with unwilling emotions.
Not only Jizhou, but all cultivators in the major provinces were closely watching the rankings on the leaderboard.
The three words "Hua Xia Sect" entered everyone's sight for the first time.
Initially, when the Hua Xia Sect was in the middle of the rankings, it didn't attract much attention, but when it suddenly rose to 21st place, it immediately caught everyone's eye.
"Go and investigate for this Seat, which province's sect is this Hua Xia Sect?!"
"This ranking is nothing now; the most intense time will be when the countdown appears in the Mo Yun Battlefield."
"I wonder if this sect called Hua Xia Sect can last until the end. This Seat is really looking forward to it!"
