Chapter 3882: A desperate struggle _1
Chapter 3882: A desperate struggle _1
The bloody and silent battlefield instantly burned up.
Every cultivator was trying their best to attack the teleportation array in front of them. No matter what obstacles were in front of them, they could not stop their advance.
This was a desperate gamble, a desperate struggle, a charge of death with no return.
From the very beginning, they were destined to have no way out. They would either die silently or explode in a situation where they were certain to die.
It was just that this level of outburst was not something that could be done just because one wanted to do it. It required the accumulation of momentum.
Enough anger, enough sorrow, and enough desire and belief, when gathered to a certain degree, could be completely ignited and burst out.
The appearance of the teleportation formation fulfilled this condition.
At this moment, the team of messengers was like a mad demon, starting the most brilliant performance of their lives.
Even if there was an iron wall in front of them, these strong-willed cultivators would still have to drill a hole through it.
The messenger, who had been protected by the team and had never made a move, finally showed a ferocious posture.
With the highest talent, the best equipment, and the most determined attitude, they were the harvesters on the battlefield.
It was as easy as crushing dry weeds and smashing rotten wood, and its charging speed was far faster than the Guardians.
If the charging troops were sharp arrows, the messengers were the arrowheads. They broke through armor and attacked the fortifications, but they also suffered the greatest damage.
Even though he was bathed in blood, he did not retreat an inch.
The Guardians were not to be outdone, and followed closely behind to guard the two wings, each of them risking their lives.
Such a shocking aura moved all the spectators, and they sincerely cheered for the messenger teams.
It had nothing to do with factions or interests. It was just a spiritual resonance.
On the path of cultivation, there were no shortcuts. Which one of them wasn’t blocked by thorns and covered in wounds?
Leaving the mortal world, cutting off humanity, ignoring the separation of life and death, these mental pain were even more terrible than physical pain.
Even though they had been through physical and mental training, the cultivators had never given up on their pursuit of the path to immortality. They lived towards death, and even if they died a hundred times, they would not change their obsession.
With the messenger team as the bait, these emotions were completely triggered and burst out.
People died eternally, but their spirits did not die. It had been passed down for thousands of years.
The will of the masses was like a city, their thoughts could move mountains and fill seas, and they could even condense into a god-like existence.
No one saw it at all. After this mental strength appeared, it was immediately guided into the divine Kingdom in his mind.
This powerful mental power had nothing to do with Tang Zhen. When it was used, it would not cause the chaos divinity to bite back.
The blessing was cast on the members of the messenger team, causing their auras to change suddenly, as if they had been reborn.
This special state could last for a long time and double the combat power of the cultivators.
Although they didn’t know what was going on, the members of the messenger team were extremely excited, and their confidence increased several times.
They stared at the teleportation formation in front of them and kept charging.
The intercepted chaos divinity was aware of the external Power’s support and immediately became furious.
However, due to the restrictions of the rules, he was unable to mobilize more interceptors, and his number and strength were always equal to the messengers.
By killing a member of the Messenger’s team, the number of interceptors would also decrease, and they could be immediately replenished after being killed.
This was the advantage of the chaos divinity, which was extremely unfair to the messenger team because the number of enemies would never decrease.
It was actually a good thing for powerhouses as well, as they could increase their strength rapidly.
The level of many messengers rose rapidly in a short period of time, crossing several realms in a row.
Of course, this was a good thing, but at the same time, there were disadvantages. If one’s cultivation level was unstable, one would not retreat even if they fought to the death. This would cause fatal hidden dangers.
It was not a good thing to break through during a battle. It was a kind of explosion that overdrew one’s vitality. The more breakthroughs one made, the greater the hidden dangers.
However, the messengers did not care about any hidden dangers at the moment. They only wanted to unleash their full power and break through the enemy’s heavy interception.
The desperate charge was still effective, and they were getting closer and closer to the magnificent teleportation formation.
The enemy became crazier and crazier. When their strength reached a certain level, they actually self-destructed to attack.
With a series of loud sounds, flesh and bones flew everywhere, exploding in the middle of the messenger team.
His front leg had just exploded into pieces, but it reappeared in the blink of an eye and exploded into pieces again.
There was actually a worry about limiting the level of the messenger, but it was inevitable.
One enemy was equivalent to an Army of thousands, dealing a fatal blow to the messengers. The protectors fell one after another.
It was the same for the messengers. They were all covered in wounds, and their eyes were as red as those of ferocious beasts.
"Charge, charge, charge!"
Before a Messenger fell, he was still shouting unwillingly and dying together with an enemy who was charging at him.
Although this self-detonation method caused tragic casualties, it also provided the team of messengers with an opportunity to advance.
The survivors stepped on the broken flesh and continued to charge forward, killing the self-destructing enemies first.
As long as the other party was not allowed to get close, the lethality would be greatly reduced.
The little monk waved the iron rod in his hand, but it was already broken in two, and his body was covered with blood and minced meat.
Some came from the enemy, and some came from his teammates. His White Monk robe had completely turned blood red.
His delicate and gentle face was filled with ferocity at this moment, making people shudder.
The brother and sister who had been rescued by the little monk were also covered in blood.
The Taibai sect that they belonged to had already been crippled by the enemy. Not only had most of their guardians fallen, but their messengers had also died from the enemy’s sneak attack.
The brother and sister were lucky enough to survive and followed the small monk out of their own will, taking care of each other.
It was the same for the other sects. The vast majority of the hundreds of Messenger teams had already been completely annihilated.
There were only a few dozen guilds left, as well as the remaining members of some guilds, who were still struggling to hold on.
With each step, someone fell to the ground.
However, everyone had a crazy and sick smile on their faces as they looked at the teleportation array in front of them.
However, the enemies had already gone crazy. They gathered together and formed an impenetrable wall.
No matter what, we must not let the messenger pass.
The Guardians in the team communicated with each other and made up their minds.
"Everyone, we’ll take our leave first!"
A few of the protectors laughed out loud. Suddenly, they hugged each other and rolled towards the enemies who were blocking them.
"BOOM!"
With a loud explosion, the enemy’s interception was blown apart.
"Monk, please take good care of my sister."
The elder brother turned around and looked at the small monk, revealing a sly smile again.
At the last moment, he turned his head and looked at his sister deeply. Then, he rushed toward the enemy with several guardians.
There was another loud noise, and the enemy’s flesh and blood flew everywhere, accompanied by his sister’s cries.
"Amitabha!"
Guoguo put his hands together and closed his eyes. The power hidden in his body suddenly burst out.
The gift from Tang Zhen was unleashed without the slightest reservation at this moment.
"If I don’t go to hell, who will?"
With a roar, the small monk’s eyes turned blood red, and his body instantly expanded to thirty meters.
He was like an ancient beast, charging towards the enemy’s camp, smashing the enemies along the way into pieces, forcibly opening up a bloody path.
Just as he was about to take the last step, a 100-foot-tall cultivator in black armor appeared out of thin air and blocked the small monk who was about to step into the teleportation formation.
"Girl, charge! This is your last chance!"
As the small monk spoke, he hugged the black-armored cultivator and revealed a sinister smile.
"Bastard, let’s die together!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a loud noise was heard. The little monk and the black-armored cultivator had both died.
Following the flesh tunnel that the small monk had opened up, the members of the messenger team desperately charged forward, one after another dying together with the enemies blocking their way.
let’s go, girl. Don’t let us down!
One Messenger after another left the opportunity to the girl.
As her strength was the lowest, she would not be attacked by high-level enemies. Enemies of the same level did not have the ability to self-detonate.
If they died, the enemy would not appear again.
The young girl clenched her teeth, and her body trembled non-stop. Like a mad demon, she rushed through the blood path that her two brothers and teammates had opened.
Just as the team was about to be completely annihilated, the girl jumped into the high-speed teleportation array.