At the other end of the battlefield, a burst of explosions rippled through the withered forest. The seventh elder, who finally managed to break out of the encirclement, covered the wound in his abdomen and allowed blood to squeeze out from between his fingers.
He staggered to avoid a fireball flying behind him, and jumped to speed up his speed again.
By trying to exchange injuries for injuries, he had injured three masters of the Airanhill Empire. Those injured masters seemed to follow a game rule drawn up by themselves. As soon as they were injured, they would withdraw from the pursuit and never show up again.
It was obvious that the other party wanted to take the head of the seventh elder without losing anyone.
The seventh elder didn't give it in vain. After he saw that the opponent cherished his life, he adopted this crazy strategy of exchanging injuries for injuries.
His tactic is to risk death and survive. As long as he shows no fear of death, he can fight his way out of desperate situations.
In fact, it was indeed proved that his thinking was correct. He opened a breakthrough and then fought all the way. Now he has succeeded in breaking through.
But at this moment, the Seventh Elder looked really embarrassed, and the clothes on his body were almost turning into the uniforms of a beggar gang.
Wrapped under those torn and burned clothes was a broken body. The seventh elder had wounds on his shoulders, stomach, and even more dense wounds on his arms.
The shocking wounds, some were even deep enough to the bone. Sometimes, he even had to use his arms to block the opponent's long sword.
The reason why his entire arm was not chopped off was because he still had spiritual energy to protect his body and strengthen his skin.
But the opponent's long sword was also blessed with spiritual energy and was sharper than he imagined, leaving many scars on his body.
And his flying sword was also full of gaps, which were all left when he had a head-on confrontation with the opponent.
In short, the embarrassed seventh elder is almost exhausted. The reason why he can persist until now is nothing more than the desire to survive that supports him.
His feet moved forward mechanically, relying entirely on his survival instinct. The remaining spiritual energy in his body allowed him to continue to move at a high speed and not be overtaken by those who were chasing him behind him.
After running away like this, he had left the enemy's defense line and arrived in a relatively open area.
He had already figured it out in his mind during this escape. The reason why the other party did not rush to kill him was probably because they wanted to force him into a deserted place, so as to reduce the harm of the decisive battle and avoid hurting innocent people.
In fact, isn't it possible that the seventh elder is using this idea to gain a chance for him to escape successfully?
He looked like he was running away in embarrassment along the way, but in fact he was moving in one direction consciously.
As a seasoned master, the Seventh Elder has very rich experience in dealing with this situation.
He was seriously injured and knew that it seemed completely impossible to escape the pursuit and interception of so many masters on his own.
Therefore, he must use some external forces to buy himself enough time! And nearby, the only force he can find, or can use, is the place where he started - the Holy City.
Therefore, he is flying towards the Holy City. As long as he can rush into the Holy City, he can get support and cover from the disciples of the Heavenly Sword Sect, and he will have a chance of survival!
Thinking like this, he held his stomach and, regardless of the blood lost, once again increased his speed in the direction of the Holy City.
Those powerful masters were still following him unhurriedly, as if they were waiting for him to arrive at the Holy City and wanted to fight him to the death in the Holy City.
"Wait! There will come a time when you bastards will regret it!" Cursing in his heart, the seventh elder wiped the blood that overflowed from the corner of his mouth with his other hand, his eyes full of cruelty.
He has even begun to think about revenge. When the time comes, with the help of the lecturers stationed in the Holy City, he may not be able to kill a few people to vent his hatred.
Thinking of this, he even felt a little happy, and his steps seemed less heavy. The wind whistled in his ears, and he was not far from the Holy City.
Just when the seventh elder relaxed and felt that he could save his life, an anti-aircraft missile came towards him.
Unprepared, the Seventh Elder could only activate the remaining spiritual energy in his body to protect his body that was about to fall apart. His flying sword was behind him to help him block those masters, but of course he had no time to defend against that one.
Individual air defense missiles.
"Boom!" A huge explosion enveloped the seventh elder. The seventh elder, who was originally flying in the air, fell to the ground. Due to the inertia, he hit the ground and rolled far away.
He got up from the ground with disheveled hair. He didn't dare to stop and continued to jump forward. He thought that the people who fired at him were the Eilanhir Empire troops surrounding the Holy Church City, so he rushed into the city and fought with him.
The troops of the Heavenly Sword Shenzong that were stationed in the city gathered together.
As a result, after he flew over two tanks parked outside and avoided the weapons stations on the two tanks firing at him frantically, he was enveloped by bullets coming from all directions as soon as he landed.
This was obviously not the position of the Heavenly Sword Sect. The seventh elder did not dare to exhale, and continued to jump up and fly towards the castle he was familiar with.
"Boom!" In the end, he and an anti-aircraft missile hit the main entrance of the castle almost at the same time. Rushing out of the explosion of fire, the seventh elder almost rolled on the ground and rushed into the main hall of the castle.
"Where are the people... Where are the disciples of the Heavenly Sword Sect? Someone is coming!" The Seventh Elder, who had lost his breath, fell into a corner and shouted out of breath.
Now he was exhausted and had no strength to struggle anymore. The spiritual energy in his body was almost exhausted, and he was scarred like a corpse.
Those who walked in were the masters of the Airanhill Empire who had been following him. These humans, elves, or dragons all had faint smiles on their faces.
"Do you think you have broken through?" The old demon man who had been chasing the seventh elder asked proudly: "Actually, this is all part of the plan."
"We deliberately asked you to come here. When you see that the Holy City has been occupied by us, not only your strength... but your fighting spirit will collapse." The old man said as he walked to the side of the seventh elder and bowed his head.
His body looks like that of an ordinary old man.
"Are you feeling desperate after seeing the Holy City occupied by us?" the old man asked, grabbing the seventh elder's hair.
"Why...why..." the seventh elder murmured, unable to make any struggling movements.
"Hush..." The demon old man cut off the seventh elder's head with his sword: "Your Majesty is waiting to see your head, so... be quiet and stop talking..."