When the sound penetrated the city of Castellos, he had already started running.
This is a war between the remnant rebels and the controllers of the cave, not a personal battle.
It has gone far beyond the scope of him wanting to find out the mastermind behind it.
Except for the master cultivator who can move freely among tens of thousands of people, even the master cultivator will be unable to do so.
No matter how weak the remnants are, they are still much stronger than Tiaotiao.
The number far exceeds the number of cultivators who entered.
There were more than a hundred guardians entering the cave, and more than forty Castros.
This is the number of teams that can truly command operations.
The number of remaining Xiliu Kingdom cultivators and great cultivators is not that large. Most of them are basic type, advanced stage, or expert stage cultivators who enter the cave to gain benefits.
The ratio among foreign friends is the same.
When it comes to a real fight, no one will be willing to sacrifice their lives for the Congress of Xiliu Kingdom. No one has such responsibilities and obligations.
When the big conflict broke out, even Malindan Sophie couldn't help but scream in her heart.
He can kill one survivor or even multiple survivors with one sword, but facing the vast group of survivors, not everyone has his strength.
There are too many low-level practitioners who need protection.
These people cannot afford to die.
In addition to the practitioners in their place, the entrants who were eating roast beef in the distance were not even aware of the situation, and some of the entrants had even gone to rest.
Malindan Sophie could not imagine the consequences of hundreds of low-level practitioners dying in the cave.
These people all come from wealthy families, financial groups, and even extremely powerful foreign forces.
The safest cave, once a conflict breaks out, will instantly become a hell on earth and the most terrifying ruins.
"escape"
Even the stampede of the crowd was unbearable, not to mention that many of the survivors carried swords with them.
Long-range archers have already started attacking.
Each time a weapon is swung, more weapons are swung out.
The small space made countless exquisite martial arts and light-body techniques useless, and they could only keep waving their weapons in place, relying on their inner energy to hold up and kill the incoming crowds.
The lower-level practitioners who came to watch the excitement were the first to be unable to bear it and began to ask their elders for help.
Several figures had no choice but to start jumping and tumbling up and down, constantly flying towards the house.
Except for the three masters who have the ability to freely carry people flying, it is difficult for master practitioners to support such weight-bearing flight.
Not only is the speed slowed down, they also face long-range shooting.
"Move in the direction of the temple, hold still, be sure to hold still, and minimize their numerical advantage."
Malindan Sophie roared.
Grandmaster Abel Al-Din was also on the front line of the crowd. His giant sword kept sweeping across. As long as he got close, the bodies of the survivors would be cut into two pieces. The scene looked extremely bloody.
"The arrows of these damn rebels are poisonous. You must pay attention to protection."
Looking at the arrow shafts falling around his body, they were black, fiery red, or green in color, and few looked like normal iron-tipped arrows.
The survivors had been preparing for it very early.
Abuladin was also deeply worried.
He has already seen low-level practitioners fall.
Ants kill elephants, not to mention that these low-level practitioners are not elephants, and some are even weaker than the strong survivors.
After hundreds of survivors died, some of the cultivators who entered began to be injured and some died.
"They are not invincible. We can't kill the strongest ones now, but we can kill their descendants."
"Eventually we will surround these people and kill them one by one."
"The God of War will protect all the brave people of Erathia. I pray for you and sing for you."
A sound in the temple was like a loud bell, resounding for a hundred meters in radius.
Xu Zhi began to sing the prayer for the God of War that he had recited once, and little rays of light were like sparks in the sky, constantly spreading out in the temple.
Some survivors who wanted to retreat rushed forward without fear of life or death.
"The remnant has great power."
"He must be the mastermind behind this."
"He's hidden in this building."
There are practitioners who realize it clearly, but it’s a pity that it’s too late at this time.
From the civil strife and everyone's suspicion, to the confrontation in front of the temple, to the conflict between the survivors, all this makes what we know now useless.
If you don't kill the source at the very beginning, you can only swallow the bitter pill at this time.
"Let's go, let's go first."
The city of Castellos was turbulent very quickly. When Xu Zhi arrived at their original camping place, the place began to be filled with the sounds of fighting.
Wherever Castellos City exists, remnants may appear.
"Are these remnants crazy? They are attacking us. What's going on?" Bolivar shouted.
"I don't know what happened. Anyway, some people revolted and others responded. Now the city is full of enemies."
Xu Zhi replied to the previous sentence, casually grabbed the backpack where he put the food, grabbed the Bolliflakes he had just put down, and hurried to a place with few people.
"Run faster, don't lose me."
Knowing that Xu Zhi has the strength of a master practitioner, his sister would be safer in Xu Zhi's hands, and Bolivar didn't mind.
Carrying two backpacks, he also hurriedly followed Xu Zhi.
"where are we going?"
"Out of the city, no one can stop the sudden riot caused by this group of crazy remnants. They will eventually have to flee to avoid this sharp edge."
Xu Zhi's figure was as agile as an ape.
Occasionally, when survivors came out, he would brush them by, or immobilize their bodies, or directly kill them with one palm.
Whoever passes the sword will be killed by him.
There is no justice and justice, and no one is strong or weak.
At this moment, all everyone wants is just a survival.
"In the heavens, the light of the gods will protect us and give us the blessings of the Holy Spirit."
The sound echoed through the temple, but the final figure appeared among the group of survivors hundreds of meters away.
It was an old man wearing a brown priest's robe.
He held the staff in his hand, and as he waved it, nearly a hundred gold cups filled with holy water fell from the sky, slowly pouring it on the many survivors who were shooting at them from a distance.
A bit of white light emerged from the tip of the arrow, and some low-level practitioners heard a muffled sound.
The sudden increase in lethality caught them off guard.
"Inheritance, civilization, freedom, we are in a cage, our hearts are towards the light, the dirty hearts of aliens need to be purified and weak."
Seeing Malindan Sophie flying towards him from the sky, the old priest pointed out and then disappeared without a trace.
"Old guy, you are so familiar with outside cultivators. You must have participated in the Battle of Dongtian back then. We actually missed you."
The beheading operation was ineffective. Malindan Sufi quickly swung his sword and killed more than ten people on the ground.
His inner energy exploded violently, shaking off the blue shimmer wrapped around his body.
With a sway of his body, the man had already soared into the sky, flying towards the temple.
The situation before him made him feel powerless.
With so many low-level cultivators entering, how can they survive?
After the cave is over, how will this end?
Perhaps, there should never have been peace and development between the outside world and these remnants.