Standing on the ground that had been stained red with blood, Wei Changtian no longer remembered how many swords he had swung and how many people he had killed.
At this moment, every movement he made became mechanical, as if it was completely instinctive.
The internal energy in the dantian had already bottomed out. Under the influence of "Soul Eater", clouds of black mist poured into Wei Changtian's body, turning into traces of true energy, which were immediately drained away.
That's right, if it weren't for "fighting to support war" through soul-eating, Wei Changtian might have died of exhaustion long ago.
But even with Soul Eater constantly replenishing his internal strength, he could only maintain the most basic "sword-swinging" movements, and was even unable to dodge when faced with many attacks, so he could only choose to resist forcefully.
Of course, these soldiers could not inflict serious injuries on the second-grade body.
But when the tiny wounds accumulate more and more, Wei Changtian will always reach a limit.
And he felt that this limit was very close...
His vision was covered with blood, and everything he could see was a bright red haze.
Wei Changtian waved his sword, looking at the vast number of soldiers and dense sword flashes that were still coming towards him, but still did not ask for help from the other six people.
Subjectively, he felt that he could hold on a little longer.
Objectively speaking, the other six people are now unable to help him anymore.
From Yin Shi to Mao Shi, the moon has already set in the western sky, and a trace of fish belly white is slightly exposed in the eastern sky.
The seven people had been killing each other in the military camp of this million-strong army for nearly an hour.
Many people died under their swords, and no one has time to count them now.
However, based on the corpses all over the ground, this number must have exceeded 10,000.
Seven people killed ten thousand people.
This worked out to an average of 1,500 kills per person.
Such a record has exceeded the normal standard of "the third level can defeat a thousand soldiers, and the second level can defeat two thousand soldiers".
So, this means that not only Wei Changtian, but the other six people have also tried their best.
If these six people can successfully return to Fengyuan after tonight, they will definitely be regarded as heroes in the future, and their heroic deeds will be widely circulated.
But on the other hand, in fact, for the Ganhui army, which no longer has a third-level master, they have created an impressive miracle.
The countless weakest lower-level third-level warriors, relying on the passion in their hearts, drove the seven upper-level third-level masters to the point of despair in a way that was almost "taking human lives to pay for it".
This is hard to imagine.
This is not to say that there is no theoretical possibility for "ants to eat elephants", but in most cases, due to people's "self-interested" nature, this kind of thing can almost be called a "miracle".
Just like now.
If these most ordinary soldiers can really kill seven of Wei Changtian's men tonight, or even just one or two, then they will undoubtedly be the heroes of Da Qian and Da Hui.
But you must know that the title of hero only belongs to the living.
For those who are already dead, no amount of honor is worth a penny.
In this case, who would be willing to use his own life to help others?
And once everyone is unwilling, then "the ant swallows the elephant" will only be a fantasy...
Therefore, from this perspective, the Ganhui soldiers who died without collapsing despite the death of ten thousand people, and who kept charging even though they knew they would die, did indeed show extraordinary courage and madness tonight.
Just like the fifteen masters who died under Wei Changtian's sword before, they were like mad dogs and jackals, biting the giant beast in front of them crazily with their not-sharp teeth.
And when the battle has developed to this point, it can be said that they are only one step away from success...
"Crack!!!"
On the west side of the battlefield, as the sword fell, the silver general's armor finally broke into pieces under the load.
The owner of the armor, a third-grade deputy general covered in blood, also showed fear for the first time.
In a panic, he swung a punch and knocked away the pawn who chopped off his own armor. He turned his head and looked towards Wei Changtian, his eyes struggling extremely.
He knew that he had reached his limit, but he still retained the last trace of internal energy in his Dantian... just enough internal energy to maintain him flying in the air for a hundred breaths.
This is the escape route he left for himself.
And now, it's time to make a choice.
Should he accompany Wei Changtian to fight to the end? Or should he "take the first step"?
To be fair, the lieutenant felt that he had done enough tonight.
Moreover, a person like Wei Changtian must have life-saving tools on him, and there is a high probability that he will be fine even if he fights to the last moment.
But what about yourself?
If he uses up the last bit of his inner strength, the only result will be death.
Gritting his teeth, the man resisted the swords that kept attacking him, while reaching out and grabbing the sachet that was always hidden in his arms.
This is a token given to him by his beloved.
The two agreed to get married after the battle.
But if I die here...
There was a flash of pain in his eyes, and the man slightly bent his knees, as if he was ready to escape in the air.
But just after a breath, he slowly stood up straight again, mobilized the remaining inner strength, turned into a series of sharp fists, and hit the crowd on the opposite side...
From "escape" to "not escape".
No one knows what kind of mental journey this third-grade deputy general went through.
Maybe he felt that even if he escaped back, Xu Suisui would never let him go.
Maybe he felt that he was a third-grade warrior after all, so how could he be more afraid of death than these ants?
Maybe he felt guilty because he saw that no one else was running away.
Or maybe he doesn't want his crush to think he's a coward...
In short, no matter what the reason was, the man made the decision "not to escape" at the last moment.
Except for Wei Changtian, the same goes for the other five people.
Everyone did not choose to escape alone, and they did not even ask Wei Changtian again. They just gritted their teeth and continued to fight.
Even if I have reached the point where I have run out of fuel...
"Plop!"
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! His knees softened, and the third-grade deputy general suddenly fell to the ground from exhaustion.
His eyes suddenly widened, and the sachet he had been holding in his fist slipped quietly.
Lying in a pool of blood, looking at the long knife slashing at him, the man knew that he was going to die here.
Regret, pain, regret, relief.
Countless emotions rushed into my mind at this moment, and then suddenly turned into overwhelming shock the next second.
This, this is...
"Pfft!"
“Puff puff puff!!!”
The sounds of sharp blades slicing through skin and bones rang in my ears one after another, causing heads to fly in an instant.
Looking blankly at the familiar sword energy, the man suddenly struggled to turn his head and looked in one direction.
Under the moonlight, above the tired corpse.
The densely packed long swords slowly floated up, and a powerful second-grade aura exploded among the crowd surrounded by countless soldiers.
"boom!!!!"
The roaming and roaring true dragon reappeared, and the invisible formation covering a radius of more than ten miles slowly rose. Dark clouds covered the waning moon and the new sun, and purple thunder rolled in the clouds.
"..."
At this moment, all the chaos suddenly stopped, and everyone standing on the ground was stunned.
Everyone stood there blankly, looking up at the successive visions, looking at the man with a dragon head on his feet, a sword around him, standing under the purple thunder, and they felt as if they had seen a statue.
True fairy.
But it is obvious that this person is not a true immortal.
"This, how is this possible..."
Countless long knives fell to the ground, and countless returning soldiers suddenly lost all their courage at this moment.
They couldn't accept what they saw in front of them, and they couldn't accept that Wei Changtian, who was about to fall a moment ago, now appeared in front of them in this posture...
"What is this!! What is this!!!"
"Why is this happening!!"
"Why, why!!"
"Fake! It must be fake!!"
"..."
The desperate and unwilling roar, the retreating crowd, all meant that this million-strong army that had been holding on for a long time finally collapsed at this moment.
Looking down from a high altitude, they are no longer crazy dogs or wolves, but just ants running for their lives.
Wei Changtian watched all this calmly, and then slowly raised Longquan.
"Zhengzhengzheng!!"
The three thousand long swords all turned their sword tips downward, and the purple lightning in the clouds became more dense.
Then the next moment, as Longquan drew an arc from top to bottom in the air, dense, endless sword light and purple thunder fell from the sky like a downpour.