The battle lasted for about half an hour, and the four individuals, covered in blood, finally succeeded in killing four Star-Tail Beasts.
Just as they were about to celebrate, five or six demonic beasts suddenly burst out from the bushes, launching a fierce charge at the four.
"Holy mother! Retreat!"
Ye Wuyai let out a strange cry, dragging his exhausted body as he ran for his life.
"Don't run that way, there's danger over there!"
Among the four, Zhao Shijie was the calmer one, leading the other three to run in a different direction.
Behind them, two demonic beasts stopped next to the Star-Tail Beasts, feasting, while only four demonic beasts continued to pursue them relentlessly.
Seeing the distance between them getting shorter and shorter, Zhao Shijie, out of desperation, stopped in place and said in a deep voice, "I'll hold them off, you guys go!"
Upon hearing this, the three felt a slight stir in their hearts and very tacitly stopped.
"Damn it, if I hadn't suddenly remembered that I could revive, you almost got to show off!"
Ye Wuyai scoffed, took down his bow, and fired a barrage of arrows at the charging demonic beasts.
"What level are these four demonic beasts?" Lin Ye asked, clutching his chest and panting heavily.
"Not sure, but judging by their aura, they should be around Smelting Body Realm fourth or fifth stage," Zhao Shijie replied uncertainly.
"Fourth or fifth stage? Looks like we're going to die here," Qin Zhenhua said with a bitter smile.
At this moment, all four were injured; let alone dealing with fourth or fifth stage demonic beasts, even a single third stage demonic beast would be a tough fight.
However, the four did not sit idly by, but instead focused their attention, confronting the four demonic beasts.
"Does anyone still have contribution points?" Zhao Shijie asked softly.
"I don't," Lin Ye shook his head slightly.
"I don't either," Ye Wuyai spread his hands, indicating he couldn't help.
"I still have five points," Qin Zhenhua said, panting, looking at Zhao Shijie.
"First, exchange for two Lesser Revitalizing Pills, for me and Lin Ye; as long as we kill one fourth-stage demonic beast, the two of us can advance to the third stage, and then we'll have a chance to turn the tide."
If it were someone else, they might hesitate, as wasting five contribution points to gamble on a slim chance didn't seem worth it.
But Qin Zhenhua was a decisive person and trusted Zhao Shijie and Lin Ye; without any hesitation, he immediately exchanged for two Lesser Revitalizing Pills from the mall and threw them to the two.
With the pills supplementing them, their bodies quickly recovered.
Zhao Shijie took the machete from Qin Zhenhua and targeted the fourth-stage demonic beast on the far left.
"Ye Wuyai, you and Qin Zhenhua are responsible for attracting the other three demonic beasts; Lin Ye and I will try to kill that demonic beast in the shortest possible time, then come to support you!"
"Understood!"
"Charge!"
As the few moved, the four menacing demonic beasts immediately entered combat mode, baring their fangs and lunging at the four.
Ye Wuyai narrowly dodged the demonic beast's pounce, rolled to the side in a disheveled state, and loudly taunted, "Beast, come chase me!"
As he spoke, he drew his bow and shot arrows.
The demonic beast constantly dodged, then accelerated and rushed over.
Seeing that his objective had been achieved, Ye Wuyai decisively fled.
On the other side, Qin Zhenhua cursed repeatedly, as two fourth-stage demonic beasts had targeted him.
Persimmons are picked when they are soft, and demonic beasts are no exception.
Qin Zhenhua felt like dying at this moment; his left arm was torn off by a demonic beast, and if Ye Wuyai hadn't forced the demonic beast back with his bow and arrow at the critical moment, he would have probably been eaten clean long ago.
"Hold on!"
Ye Wuyai quickly grabbed Qin Zhenhua from the ground, using the cover of the trees to evade the demonic beasts' combined attacks again and again.
At the same time, the battle on the other side was also extremely brutal.
To quickly end the fight, Zhao Shijie didn't hesitate to use himself as bait, creating a favorable opening for Lin Ye.
The two exchanged blows for blows, engaging in a fierce struggle with the demonic beast.
Pfft—
Zhao Shijie's chest was ripped open by sharp claws, blood instantly staining his entire body, and his stark white bones were faintly visible inside.
Thanks to his chemotherapy during this period, he had long grown accustomed to such pain, and without any hesitation, he directly hugged the demonic beast's head and slammed it to the ground.
Lin Ye, who had been looking for an opportunity to strike, would not let such a chance slip away; he raised his longsword with a roar and plunged it into the demonic beast's neck.
Pfft—
Blood splattered on their faces, their grotesque appearance like fiends crawling out of hell.
Bang—
The demonic beast went into a frenzy, swatting at Lin Ye with a claw.
Crack—
The sound of bones breaking; Lin Ye's entire arm was fractured, and he lay on the ground howling repeatedly.
A hint of ruthlessness flashed in Zhao Shijie's eyes; he rolled over, pinned the demonic beast beneath him, and punched its head repeatedly.
He only stopped when a glob of white fluid splattered into his eyes, then he collapsed to the ground, panting heavily.
"Quick, quick, go save, save them."
Lin Ye, who was beside him, stood up shakily, one arm dangling in the air, clearly crippled.
Zhao Shijie gritted his teeth and crawled up from the ground.
At this moment, both of their cultivation levels had advanced to Smelting Body Realm third stage, and their strength was even greater than before.
However, without pills to replenish them, they could only drag their broken bodies towards Ye Wuyai and the others.
With the addition of the two, the pressure on Ye Wuyai and Qin Zhenhua greatly reduced, finally allowing them to catch their breath.
Zhao Shijie and the other wanted to repeat their tactic and separate another demonic beast, but unfortunately, Qin Zhenhua was already unable to hold on, his face as pale as paper, lying on the ground on his last breath.
To protect him from being eaten, the three had no choice but to engage in a direct confrontation.
"Lin Ye, tie down that fifth-stage demonic beast!"
In the chaotic battle, Zhao Shijie went all out against a fourth-stage demonic beast, while the other two were left to Lin Ye and the other.
At this moment, they had cast their lives aside, with only one belief in their hearts: kill the enemy!
Zhao Shijie fought with his life on the line, several times brushing past death, and finally, at the cost of his right arm, successfully killed this fourth-stage demonic beast.
Looking at his bloody severed arm and the deep, bone-visible wound on his chest, Zhao Shijie licked the blood from the corner of his mouth, his eyes glinting with madness.
The emotions that had been suppressed for a long time in his heart all erupted at this moment.
"Kill!"
He grabbed the fallen machete from the ground and stumbled towards Ye Wuyai.
The least injured person on the scene was undoubtedly Ye Wuyai, who only had some superficial wounds, which he had sustained from accidentally falling and scraping himself while fleeing.
Seeing the frenzied Zhao Shijie, even though this was just a game, Zhao Shijie's blood-soaked appearance still made Ye Wuyai feel a hint of fear in his heart.
"Everyone's fighting for their lives, so I'm going to fight for mine too!"
Ye Wuyai roared loudly, threw his longbow aside, drew the longsword from his back, and charged forward.
That demonic beast was startled by their aura, slowly retreated, let out a low growl, and turned to flee.
"Trying to run?" Ye Wuyai saw through its intention, leaped to block the demonic beast's path, and then charged at it without hesitation.
Behind him, Zhao Shijie mumbled something, gripping his knife and approaching step by step.
He walked so brazenly next to the demonic beast, raised his machete, and swung it at its head.
"Be careful!"
Ye Wuyai shouted, reversed his grip on the longsword, and assumed a drawing stance.
Pfft—
Zhao Shijie was sent flying, spitting out a long stream of blood in mid-air.
