Over 50,000 cultivators were cut down by half in a short time by the more than 100 people of the Hua Xia Sect.
Bodies piled up like mountains, and blood converged into rivers, flowing in all directions.
After a while, these bodies successively transformed into white light and disappeared within the Mo Yun Battlefield.
All the players' eyes were bloodshot, their vision already covered in red.
They had become bloodthirsty, each one falling into a frenzy.
As the number of deaths increased, the ranking list above the sky was refreshed every moment.
The Hua Xia Sect finally advanced into the top 20, ranking 19th.
Many names on the list continuously disappeared, ultimately failing to hold on until the end, eliminated by other sects.
Over 50,000 people were slaughtered by over a hundred people from the Hua Xia Sect, a level of brutality that struck fear into anyone who heard of it.
At this time, the Mo Yun Battlefield countdown had less than an hour left.
The names on the ranking list kept changing, and the kill counts were constantly fluctuating.
Chu Huaian desperately suppressed the killing intent within him, his eyes already a dark red, and a voice kept lingering in his mind.
Kill, kill, kill them all!
The other players were not much better, especially Fang Yuan, Qin Hao, and Sun Yiyi; their bloodlust had reached its peak, and their entire bodies were trembling violently.
"Kill!"
Suddenly, Fang Yuan's body turned into an afterimage, rushing towards Jing Yuan and the others.
"Fang Yuan!!"
Meng Ke'er, dragging her heavily injured body, rushed to Fang Yuan's front at an extremely fast speed.
The moment he saw Meng Ke'er, Fang Yuan's eyes flickered, and his speed slowed slightly.
But the long blade in his hand still fell towards Meng Ke'er's head.
At the critical moment, Chu Huaian flashed in front of Fang Yuan, kicking him flying into the ground.
"Luo Xi, seal their acupoints!"
Luo Xi nodded slightly, moving among the players, silver needles piercing into everyone's bodies, temporarily sealing their vital energy.
"Fang Yuan..."
Meng Ke'er quickly helped Fang Yuan up, brushing the dust off his body.
Fang Yuan's eyes showed a dazed expression, and it took a while for him to gradually return to normal.
"Ke'er, what happened to me? Why does my waist hurt so much? Help me up."
Fang Yuan grabbed Meng Ke'er's arm and shakily stood up, but before he could stand firm, Meng Ke'er suddenly stumbled, and both of them fell to the ground at the same time.
It was then that Fang Yuan clearly saw Meng Ke'er's injuries.
Her robes were tattered, a large area stained red with blood, and her body was covered in knife wounds and sword marks.
Fang Yuan's eyes narrowed slightly, his heart feeling as if something was blocking it, making him very uncomfortable.
"Are you alright?"
He gently pulled Meng Ke'er into his arms, exchanged a handful of pills from the shop, and fed them into Meng Ke'er's mouth.
"Fang Yuan..." Meng Ke'er called out softly, blood at the corner of her mouth.
"What's wrong?" Fang Yuan lowered his head in confusion, looking at her pale face.
"If one day I truly die in your arms, will you cry for me?"
Upon hearing this, Fang Yuan frowned and scolded her with a cold face: "What nonsense are you talking about?"
"Meng Ke'er, I find you've been increasingly sentimental lately. Do you think that if you die, I, Fang Yuan, will be sad for you?"
Meng Ke'er actually didn't want to be like this, but she inexplicably asked that question just now.
In fact, her behavior showed that she cared too much about this relationship.
Fang Yuan always gave her a feeling of being both close and distant, making her feel very insecure and melancholic.
She didn't want to be like this, but the more she tried to control it, the worse it became.
"I'm sorry..." Meng Ke'er lowered her head slightly, not daring to look directly into Fang Yuan's eyes.
Her love seemed a bit humble.
Fang Yuan also sensed this and sighed slightly internally, not saying anything.
It's best to be a little muddled when it comes to love.
He couldn't stay in this world forever. Perhaps one day in the future, he would have his own lover and children in another world. What would Meng Ke'er do then?
From the beginning, Fang Yuan had adopted a carefree attitude towards life, but Meng Ke'er repeatedly broke into his heart, making him feel a bit helpless and confused.
"Damn it! Why am I thinking so much?!" Fang Yuan secretly cursed, while not forgetting to glare at Meng Ke'er: "It's all your fault, you made me feel melancholic too!"
Meng Ke'er blinked twice, not understanding why Fang Yuan suddenly yelled at her, and looked at Fang Yuan blankly.
"Fool..."
Fang Yuan muttered, then helped Meng Ke'er stand up.
At this moment, the crowd on the other side also gathered, inquiring about the situation in the central area.
After hearing Chu Huaian's brief description, Jing Yuan and the others' faces showed solemn expressions.
"I didn't expect the battle inside to be so fierce, Chu Xiaozi. For the remaining half an hour, why don't you stay with us and wait for the Mo Yun Battlefield to end?"
This Mo Yun Battlefield was undoubtedly the most successful one for the Jizhou Sects.
Especially the Hua Xia Sect, ranking among the top twenty, only needed to wait for the Mo Yun Battlefield to end to receive generous rewards.
Chu Huaian shook his head slightly, took out the blood crystal and all the mo crystals from his storage ring, handed them to Jing Yuan, and said:
"Senior, please temporarily keep these items for this junior. If the Hua Xia Sect ultimately fails, it can still serve as a backup plan."
Jing Yuan gazed at Chu Huaian, then looked at the players behind him, and finally nodded solemnly.
"Go, since you've decided, then boldly move forward!"
As Jing Yuan spoke, he cupped his hands and bowed slightly to Chu Huaian and the players.
The sect masters of the other four sects, as well as the many surviving disciples, all raised their hands in salute, bowing to everyone there.
"Farewell, Hua Xia Sect. May you return victorious!"
Chu Huaian quickly returned the salute, and the players behind him followed suit, awkwardly returning the gesture.
After bidding farewell to Jing Yuan and the others, Chu Huaian suddenly turned around and led over a hundred players back into the central area.
Unlike the previous time, everyone this time carried a determination to die, intending to compete with the various sects in the central Mo Yun Battlefield for precious resources.
However, what the Hua Xia Sect members did not expect was that as soon as they stepped into the second area, red airflow floated over their heads, gathering above them.
"Damn it! Again?!" Fang Yuan let out a strange cry.
At this moment, the entire Mo Yun Battlefield was filled with smoke, and sandstorms were wreaking havoc.
Above the sky, red lightning roared, and blood rain drifted in the strong winds.
The Mo Yun Battlefield, which had been incredibly fierce just moments ago, seemed to have been paused at this moment, with all eyes collectively looking towards the Hua Xia Sect, the scene extremely bizarre.
"Damn it, this broken Mo Yun Battlefield is playing with us!"
"Is it because we haven't died thoroughly enough?"
"I suspect someone is controlling the Mo Yun Battlefield and deliberately targeting our Hua Xia Sect!"
"I've roughly calculated, there are still over fifty sects on the field, and the number of people should be around 200,000, which is still manageable."
As they spoke, the airflow above their heads accelerated, finally condensing into ten blood crystals, quietly suspended above everyone's heads.
Whoosh—
Chu Huaian grabbed the ten blood crystals, stuffed them into his storage ring, then exchanged a greatsword from the shop and held it horizontally in front of him.
Seeing this, the more than one hundred players' eyes flickered, their mouths slightly curved upwards, and they silently drew their weapons, aiming them uniformly at the people of the fifty-plus sects.
"This time, we will never retreat!"
"Let's carve out a clear and bright world!"
As these words were spoken, everyone's faces showed excitement, and a surge of hot blood rushed to their heads.
Beep, beep beep—
The familiar charge horn sounded.
A red banner fluttered wildly in the strong winds and heavy rain.
At this moment, everyone's morale soared to an unprecedented height.
"Kill!"
"This battle, until death, never retreat!"
