Every Disciple Wishes to Rebel

Transmigrating to another world, I open a cheat device and obtain quick mastery methods.

But due to being viewed as alien by the Heavenly Dao, I cannot cultivate.

All I can do is take...

Chapter 1582 The Calm Before the Storm

Even if he wasn't really Jun Feijue, he would absolutely not allow her to be harmed in the slightest, and he would not allow these stone sculptures to harm her in the slightest.

Otherwise, he would be failing to protect Jun Feijue, and he would never forgive himself!

"Bang bang bang..."

As several stone soldiers exploded, the battle resumed, and Di Moyu charged forward again with his heavy sword.

With the addition of cavalry, Di Moyu's battles became significantly more difficult than before. Attacks that could have been fatal in one strike were blocked by the cavalry several times.

Moreover, with the increase in archers, the arrows could be staggered, leaving him no opportunity to launch a sneak attack.

Therefore, Di Moyu could only keep attacking and maneuvering, dodging stray arrows and watching out for cavalry attacks and slashes. His focus was almost at its limit, and he dared not relax for even a moment.

Any attack from an opponent of the same level can cause him considerable injury.

He was holding Jun Feijue in his arms, and if he got injured again, the situation would become even more difficult.

"Clang!"

Finally, his sneak attack failed again, and he was stopped by a cavalryman.

"Whoosh!"

Upon seeing this, the stone sculpture thrust its spear forward without hesitation, while several other spears surrounded it from the side.

"bass…"

Upon seeing this, Di Moyu immediately turned around, grabbed Jun Feijue, and leaped away.

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh..."

However, before he could take off, a barrage of arrows flew towards him from above and in front of him.

"careful!"

After dodging continuously, Di Moyu was unable to regain his footing in time and could only turn his back.

"Pfft..."

Three arrows flew straight into his back, and blood immediately stained his clothes red.

"Click..."

Shot by an arrow, Di Moyu merely groaned, swallowed the blood he coughed up, and then swung his longsword to cut the arrow shaft off his back.

"Bang bang bang..."

Then, as if nothing had happened, he charged back into the battlefield.

When he exerted force in his hands, it always affected his back. The intense pain made Di Moyu frown tightly, but he still gritted his teeth and persevered, even though his whole body was already soaked in sweat. Blood mixed with sweat stained his entire back and lower robe red.

"Bang bang bang..."

one

There is a…

The last thirty…

Twenty...

With his teeth clenched and eyes bloodshot, Di Moyu moved like a god of death, constantly wielding his black sword.

"Bang..."

Finally, after an unknown amount of time, the last cavalryman was killed by Di Moyu's sword.

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh..."

This time, Di Moyu held Jun Feijue and knelt on the ground, gripping his sword tightly, panting heavily, with large drops of sweat rolling down his forehead like raindrops.

"Is it... over?"

Previously, the stone sculptures would reappear immediately after each round ended. This time, after several breaths, there was no movement. Di Moyu swallowed hard, his throat dry, and looked up ahead.

But then, his heart jumped again.

Because, after all this time, he still hasn't received any hints about clearing the level!

"Plop..."

With this in mind, Di Moyu stopped thinking about it and immediately took out healing pills from his storage ring and swallowed them all in one go.

Given the long period of stagnation, he felt that he might be facing an unprecedented crisis, which was why the trial gave him time to rest.

At this moment, the entire space was silent and oppressive, like the calm before a storm, which only made people more uneasy.