"Hang in there, hold on, we're all carrying two shoulders and one head. We can't let anyone look down on us." Li Cai roared, standing at the front, wildly swinging his broad sword. Covered in blood and wounded in multiple places, he still gritted his teeth and fought to the death.
He knew he had to hold out; if he couldn't, the formation would collapse immediately, and their entire army would be wiped out.
Mu Qingyun, Luo Bing, and Luo Ning also fought desperately, striving to maintain their formation. Because only with a complete formation could they only face the enemy in front. If the formation was broken, they would be attacked from both front and rear, and in less than the time it takes to burn an incense stick, they would be wiped out.
Long Chen's words were full of sarcasm, deeply piercing their hearts. Although they knew Long Chen might have deliberately provoked them, his words were truly hurtful.
They were both geniuses, raised by others. Now, Long Chen called them worthless, which they couldn't accept. They wanted to prove to Long Chen that they were not the useless people Long Chen claimed.
Time passed bit by bit, and the corpses of the demons around him had piled up like mountains. But human strength was ultimately limited; the further it went on, the faster his stamina was consumed, and the rate of consumption nearly multiplied.
Some people even started to feel numb and sore in their arms; every swing of the weapon felt like shaking a mountain, requiring full effort.
Yet even so, they did not give up and attacked desperately. They knew this formation was their hope—no one could afford the slightest mistake. At this moment, they were desperately fighting not just for themselves, but for all their comrades and others.
Finally, someone collapsed from holding on. They had already reached their limit, relying solely on willpower to hold on. Under the pressure of seeing no hope, they finally couldn't hold on and fainted.
As a result, one person fainted, and even more people couldn't hold on any longer. Mu Qingyun and the others fell into despair—the formation was about to break, and everyone would die.
"Buzz!"
Just as the formation was about to break and the demon was about to charge inside, people felt a surge of heat in their bodies, followed by a wall of fire shooting up into the sky.
"Heavenly Fire Prison!"
Suddenly, a sharp shout echoed through the world. A ring of fire appeared, encircling everyone. The demons inside the ring were instantly burned to charcoal.
"Buzz!"
The ring of fire formed rapidly and spread outward, instantly covering an area of hundreds of miles. Within the area engulfed by flames, tens of thousands of demons were instantly burned to dried corpses, and the entire battlefield was wiped out.
The flames vanished, the ground was scorched black, and the demons had disappeared. People looked up at the high platform in disbelief, only to see Long Chen just dissolving the hand seal and smiling at them.
"Didn't you say you wouldn't save us? Who told you to fake a sincerity to save me? Luo Ning said angrily.
Long Chen smiled slightly: "I mean, I won't make a move until you're all exhausted."
Now, all of you are exhausted, most have exhausted themselves, and I am simply keeping my promise. "
Thud, thud, thud..."
After being rescued and the crisis was resolved, some disciples relaxed and immediately fainted—this was the reaction after exhausting their strength.
"If you can stay conscious, don't let yourself lose consciousness. That would be even more beneficial for you." Long Chen said to the disciples lying on the ground.
Some disciples struggled to sit up upon hearing Long Chen's words, while others moved a few times but ultimately couldn't get up and fell into a deep sleep. Only a third of them barely managed to hold on.
And more than half of those supporting them were disciples of the Xiaoyao Alliance. It was clear that the disciples brought out by Long Chen were indeed much stronger than those of the Luo Sect.
"Third Brother, what you just said was deliberately meant to provoke us, right?" Mu Qingyun looked at Long Chen, his eyes slightly reddened, a trace of grievance on his face.
Long Chen grinned, gently rubbed Mu Qingyun's head, and said, "What do you think?" Seeing
Long Chen make such an intimate gesture toward her, the grievance on Mu Qingyun's face instantly disappeared, and he felt much more at ease. He smiled and said, "I knew it. Third Brother was deliberately provoking us, wanting us to unlock our potential." "
Heh, you're mistaken. Your behavior just now really made me angry. If you hadn't exhausted your strength and retreated out of fear and ended up in danger, I wouldn't have saved you." Long Chen chuckled.
"I knew you weren't a good person." Luo Ning snorted coldly, clearly still holding a grudge against Long Chen's words.
"Ning'er, don't say that. Long Chen has his reasons for doing this." Luo Bing said.
"Sister, he's going so far, and you're still protecting him?" Luo Ning said somewhat unwillingly.
Luo Bing shook his head: "On the path of cultivation, no one can help anyone. Being able to point you out a path is already a great favor."
It's like a caterpillar: to become a butterfly, it must shed its cocoon. Only after enduring the painful struggle of cocoon formation can it finally become a butterfly and spread its wings to fly.
If someone helps it out of the cocoon during its cocoon decooning, and it emerges easily, when it transforms into a butterfly, it will find its wings can't open.
The person standing on the mountaintop can only tell you how to face the cliffs and hidden pits, but they can't pull you up with a rope.
If he pulls you and you haven't experienced those hardships, when you cross the next peak, due to lack of climbing experience, you might accidentally fall into the valley and be shattered.
We can't be carried up the mountain forever, so we must learn to handle various difficulties, accumulate cultivation experience, and when Long Chen is gone, we will know how to become stronger ourselves.
Teaching a man to fish is better than teaching him to fish; Long Chen's actions were truly thoughtful. Luo
Bing looked at Long Chen, her beautiful eyes full of gratitude. Clearly, Luo Bing was calmer and wiser than anyone, seeing farther and understanding Long Chen's intentions so quickly.
"Liang Bitter My ass. Look at his mischievous grin—he's definitely not a good person. Anyway... Anyway, he mocked me, and I'll remember this grudge for the rest of my life. Luo Ning snorted coldly and turned her face away.
Although Luo Ning still pretended to be very angry, everyone could see she wasn't truly angry. She knew she was wrong, but she didn't want to apologize—just giving herself a way out.
Hearing Luo Bing's explanation, Mu Qingyun was stunned. He looked at Long Chen and said, "Third Brother, will you leave us in the future?" "
Not for now. No one can say for sure what will happen in the future, so let's not think so far ahead.
Today's battle had exhausted so many people, which was a tremendous blessing for them. It was also their first step from cultivator to warrior. If they took the first step well, the road ahead would be relatively easier.
Forget it, let's not talk about that. Let's check your guild rankings and see where you've gone from the rush. Long Chen asked with a smile.
Hearing Long Chen's explanation, Mu Qingyun hurriedly took out the nameplate and looked at it, exclaiming with delight, "Our Xiaoyao Alliance points have reached 56,300, ranking 607. That's a huge increase all at once." "
Oh my god, did I see it wrong?" When Luo Bing looked at her nameplate, she was stunned by the numbers on it.