"Third Master, can't you proceed step by step?"
Li Cai and the others saw the overwhelming lineup of demons rushing in like a tide. The lineup was simply endless, scaring him so much he nearly wet himself.
"Cultivation is a race against time; while you catch your breath, your enemies are desperately charging forward.
Once you are overtaken by your enemy, you are eliminated, and the only result of being eliminated is death.
Survival of the fittest and natural selection are just that cruel. If you don't be harsh to yourself, your future fate will be even harsher. Long Chen said calmly.
"Roar..."
While Long Chen was speaking, the demon was already roaring and charging in. The place Long Chen chose was nowhere to defend; demons surrounded him from all directions, making the terrain extremely unfavorable.
But now that the demons had already arrived, everyone could only fight desperately, brandishing their weapons and bracing their teeth to attack them.
"Fight to the death!"
"Puff puff puff puff..."
Li Cai and the others gritted their teeth and slaughtered the demons. Blood and flesh flew everywhere, and their destructive power was terrifying. But there were too many demons—one dead and one came again, one fell and another came, leaving no chance to catch their breath.
Mu Qingyun, Luo Bing, and Luo Ning also went all out, because there were too many demons. They had to kill more to ease everyone's pressure.
Mu Qingyun struck down with his sword, sword energy surging, and demons fell in waves. The strong demons were as fragile as paper before her.
With every sword strike Mu Qingyun landed, he took the lives of dozens of demons. It could be said that the lethality of sword cultivators was truly terrifying.
The two sisters, Luo Bing and Luo Ning, were immortal cultivators. Their bloodline power erupted, and rune swords poured down like a rain of light. Anyone struck by the rune swords pierced through the bodies of the demons, and the three were extremely devastating.
Yet even so, the pressure on the entire formation continued to grow, because the number of demons kept increasing, impossible to kill them all. After killing one batch, another came again. If the killing was even a bit slow, the demons would gather more and more. The more demons there were, the greater the pressure on ordinary disciples. Someone could be injured at any moment, and the medical disciples were overwhelmed. For a while, the formation gradually became somewhat chaotic.
Seeing the situation was dire, Luo Bing, Luo Ning, and Mu Qingyun stopped holding back. Mu Qingyun's sword energy surged dramatically, and strange patterns appeared on Luo Bing's forehead as he wielded hundreds of rune swords, sweeping across the battlefield.
The three of them unleashed their full power, and the pressure on the entire formation was greatly relieved. The chaos gradually faded, and the formation began to operate slowly, slowly adapting to this fast-paced, high-intensity combat style.
Long Chen stood atop the high platform, overlooking the entire battlefield. The archers beside him were barely stopping their bows and arrows, constantly rescuing disciples in danger, each one sweating profusely from nerves.
Because their responsibilities were immense; if a single rescue was delayed, it could mean losing a life, and if the formation fell, it could lead to total annihilation.
Long Chen's task was to prevent any disciple from dying, or else they would forget learning the Cloud-Piercing Arrow. Under double pressure, these guys concentrated their mental energy and dared not slack off for a moment, feeling immense pressure.
With Mu Qingyun, Luo Bing, and Luo Ning working at full strength, the entire formation was able to operate. However, Long Chen had attracted too many demons. After an hour, the demons not only failed to decrease but actually grew more numerous.
Such intense fighting lasted for an hour. For the disciples, it felt as long as a whole day, exhausting themselves and gradually showing signs of physical exhaustion.
Not just them—even Luo Bing and the others, after such intense fighting, began to feel their spiritual energy running low.
Meanwhile, the number of demons around them kept increasing. As their combat power declined, the pressure on the formation increased, and things gradually became chaotic again. Things couldn't connect, injuries kept coming, and the medical team was once again overwhelmed.
"Long Chen, this can't go on."
Luo Bing looked into the distance, seeing countless figures moving in the distance, while the demons continued to attack like a swarming force. At this rate, they were truly going to die here.
"Don't worry, if we just hold out for one more hour, we can kill all these demons." Long Chen glanced into the distance and comforted her.
Hold on for another hour? Li Cai almost coughed up blood. Their stamina had dropped to seventy percent, and at this point, the consumption would become even more terrifying. Forget about an hour—they probably wouldn't last even the time it takes to burn an incense stick.
"Long Chen, this really won't do. It could be dead." Luo Ning shouted, her voice growing anxious. If this continued, the disciples of both alliances would suffer heavy casualties.
"Cultivation is no child's play. Cultivation means facing death. If you are destined never to become strong and will eventually die at the hands of enemies, then I would rather die here, at least with a shred of dignity." Long Chen's expression turned cold, his voice devoid of emotion.
Luo Bing and the others felt a chill in their hearts, not knowing how Long Chen could suddenly say such a heartless thing.
"There is no such thing as getting something for nothing. To become strong, you must pay the price you deserve.
In my eyes, all of you are just a bunch of useless people waiting to die. If you were in my world, you would have long since become souls lost to the demon clan's blade.
With you so cowardly and clingy to life, how can you talk about standing out, breaking into the top hundred of the guild leaderboard, or competing with the Chu family?
If you ask me, you might as well forget it. You don't even have the resolve to become stronger. You'd be better off dying here in battle, so you don't die at Chu Yang's hands and bring shame to your ancestors. Long Chen sneered.
Long Chen's words were like poisoned arrows, piercing the hearts of Luo Bing, Luo Ning, Mu Qingyun, and the others, making them feel unbearably distressed and even more furious.
"You people don't understand what it means to be strong. True strength means that without divine essence, you rely on soul power; when soul power loses physical strength, physical strength is exhausted. What you rely on is willpower. You have no idea what willpower is now.
Willpower means that even if you lose your weapons and your body is crippled, you must bite your enemies to death even if you use your teeth.
If you don't even have this spirit, and just think about retreating when facing a strong opponent, trying to be strong? Are you trying to make people laugh to death?
I can tell you the truth: if anyone is killed before your strength is exhausted, I won't step in to save you. The people Long Chen brought with me must never be cowards or cowards. I can't afford to lose face for that person. Long Chen said bluntly.
"Shut up. Don't think you're the only one who can become strong." Luo Ning, unable to bear it any longer, shouted loudly.
"Then become strong and show me. I, Long Chen, will wait and see." Long Chen sneered, then sat cross-legged on the high platform.
At this moment, more and more demons had surrounded everyone. The pressure on them was mounting, the array's range shrinking continuously, and the formation was on the verge of collapse at any moment. Once the formation broke, disaster awaited everyone.