Forced to Marry Into Certain Death, Only to Farm the Battlefield Into Godhood?

Li Wei, a young man from 21st century Earth, found herself transmigrated into a parallel high-martial world as Wu University’s prospective freshman Li Wei.

Inheriting the original host’s ...

Chapter 74 Li Wei makes a brilliant appearance!

Time passes by every second.

In the endless fighting, Min Zimo's vision gradually blurred.

The silver-grey spear had long since turned pitch black, and a liquid as thick as asphalt flowed down the spear shaft, gathering into a black pool at his feet.

His breathing was heavy, and every attack or block caused dozens of wounds of varying depths on his body.

But he didn't feel any pain at all, only numbness and weakness.

After forcing back the two octopus monsters' attack again, an idea flashed through Min Zimo's drowsy mind.

How long has it been since Liu Zhao’s sacrifice?

Five minutes? Ten minutes?

He wanted to do some calculations, but his mind froze there and couldn't move forward no matter what he did.

The abyss monster's attacks came in waves, seemingly endless.

Although Min Zimo tried his best and took on most of the pressure alone, it was impossible for him to take care of everyone.

Suddenly, an octopus monster popped up from the side of the "pencil" and leaped onto the cliff of the floating island. It then crawled up and bypassed Min Zimo.

call--!

A strong wind blew, and the dark tentacles hit the forearm of a swordsman who was unable to block it.

Snap!

The crisp sound of bones breaking could be heard clearly. The swordsman's left forearm was broken and twisted, and blood gushed out like a fountain.

"ah!"

He cried out miserably, his sword slipped out of his hand, and he almost fell down.

Fortunately, a swordsman reacted in time, took a wrong step and blocked him behind him, using his shield to block several subsequent attacks.

Min Zimo turned around when he heard the voice and happened to see this scene.

There was more than just the swordsman in sight.

Except for the two sword and shield team members wearing heavy armor, everyone else in the team was injured.

Some of the seriously injured ones were already pale and shaky.

The last glimmer of hope in Min Zimo's bloodshot eyes dimmed.

He knew that reinforcements probably wouldn't come.

Like a last glimmer of light, Min Zimo's brain became slightly clearer for a moment, his thoughts raced, and he made a decision.

"You guys... run back! See if you can find the stairs!"

Min Zimo's chest heaved violently, his voice hoarse from exhaustion, yet filled with irresistible determination.

"I'll cover your retreat—!"

Before he finished speaking, the aura around him suddenly changed, and a sense of determination rose up.

On the exposed neck, a few acupoints were faintly glowing with blood-red light, which was a sign of burning acupoints!

[With my strength and background...holding out for a minute shouldn't be a problem...that's enough time for them to run away!]

Hopefully, they can...

Bang!

Just when the "Burning Qi Method" was about to be fully activated, a hand knife hit Min Zimo's neck heavily.

He felt a numbness on the back of his neck, his vision suddenly went dark, and his accumulated strength dissipated in an instant.

At this moment, his body could no longer support him and he fell forward softly.

There were wounds of all sizes all over his body. After losing the suppression of qi and blood, blood spurted out wildly, instantly turning him into a bloody man.

The one who knocked Min Zimo unconscious was Mou Bin, the swordsman and shield fighter who was protecting on his right.

Deputy captain of Min Zimo's team!

Supporting the captain's fallen body, Mou Bin used his skillful strength to push him backwards.

Then, he threw away the cracked alloy shield in his hand. There was no hesitation on his face, only a calmness ready for death.

"roar--!"

The next moment, Mou Bin let out a suppressed roar towards the sky.

A blood-red light that was even more intense and violent than Liu Zhao's just now burst out from his body, and the acupoints all over his body exploded one after another, and blood mist rose!

The blood and qi smoke impacted the nearby team members and the octopus monsters that were close to them and forced them to retreat one after another.

"Ma Tao! You are the least injured, take the captain away immediately!"

Mou Bin's voice came out from the blood mist and flames, extremely clear.

"Everyone else, get ready to take over!"

"Don't wait for that damn rescue! Let's help the captain one last time!"

He held the knife in one hand, stepped on the "pen core" with one foot, and went upstream!

clang clang clang——!

The knife flashed like a blood-red crescent moon, and it flew out of the blade, instantly chopping the two octopus monsters into pieces!

Seeing this, the other octopus monsters let out a series of sharp and piercing "squeaks".

Then, they actually stopped moving forward and retreated to the end of the "pencil".

"Fuck! Are you trying to be smart?!"

Mou Bin cursed angrily and chased after him.

The bloody blades continued to appear, and the roars and curses were getting farther and farther away.

Thirteen seconds later...

The blood-red light on his body quickly dimmed, his body shriveled, and his movements stiffened at the end of the "pencil".

Several tentacles took the opportunity to wrap around him and strangle him to pieces.

"Brother Mu..."

The remaining team members had red eyes, called out softly, and then fell silent.

Ma Tao, who was named, took a deep breath, threw away the almost completely damaged spear in his hand, rushed to Min Zimo and carried him on his shoulders.

The other six team members silently stood in front of Ma Tao and Min Zimo, facing the "pencil bridge" that had just been emptied by Mou Bin's life, but was now filled with endless black octopus monsters again.

Everyone's face showed the same determination as Liu Zhao and Mou Bin.

"I'll do it this time!" A swordsman with a limp left arm stepped out of the team with a nonchalant smile on his face. "Ma Tao, run for me! If anything happens to the captain, I won't let you go even if I become a ghost!"

Ma Tao carried Min Zimo, his face covered with tears, sweat and blood, looking like a clown.

At this time, he had turned around, turned his back to his teammates who he had been with day and night, and ran wildly.

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