On the ground.
The night fire burned in the wilderness, piles of flesh and corpses spread across the ground, and the dark red blood gradually dried and coagulated in the firelight.
There were howling and wailing monsters everywhere, scattered flames were scattered on the ground, and everywhere was filled with inextricable smoke and blood.
Outskirts of the valley.
Several blood-stained soldiers dragged a comrade from beneath the giant lizard, carefully lifted him up, and carried him to the valley behind for treatment. The soldier's lower body was mutilated, and one leg was gone forever, but fortunately he was still breathing and could continue to live.
The same thing happened in other places. Soldiers held torches and searched among the corpses of the demons, looking for those who might still be alive. Then they shouted to other people nearby and dug out their companions who were still breathing from the piles of corpses and pools of blood.
Despite their efforts, most of what they found were still cooling bodies.
After this battle, nearly 8,000 of the 30,000 border troops who came to assist suffered casualties, and the remaining people were exhausted and unable to fight again.
Fortunately, at this time, a large number of demons had dispersed, and only the distant mountain top was still fighting.
Tu Haoyang, wearing a dark thick coat, walked among the soldiers, checking and comforting them, and from time to time asked his followers to hand over medicine powder to treat these soldiers.
After walking through the rescue camp, he slowly climbed up the high platform on the side and looked at the distant mountain peak. Purple fire exploded there, sword lights flashed from time to time, and the sounds of fighting and flames never stopped.
"It's extraordinary that these people can achieve this." He clenched his fingers on the wooden railing in front of him, staring intently.
Even the five hundred elites from the Zhaoye Palace's main branch couldn't suppress them. It seemed these rebels possessed extraordinary power. If the Zhaoye Palace's elite were defeated, his own side would be powerless. Given the casualties and exhaustion suffered by the border troops, they were no longer able to fight. The fire wagons he had brought were depleted of ammunition and could no longer provide support. Was the rest truly at the mercy of fate? And this was what he hated most: surrendering everything to the so-called ethereal "fate."
Just as the governor was concentrating and frowning, a huge wave of sound erupted from the distant mountain peak.
The surging giant snake seemed to come from ancient times, with a murderous light in its eyes. It roared to the sky like a whale sucking water, and then a demonic wind raged. The souls of countless dead demons in the wilderness poured into it and were swallowed by it.
As the battle continued, these strange creatures constructed from the black and white alchemy furnace became stronger. Their bodies were covered with fine, dark blue scales, with only their abdomens being lighter in color. They swam slowly in the air like clouds.
The purple-robed disciples of the main lineage of Zhaoye Palace formed a formation in the air again. Purple fire poured down from the sky like a snake, bringing up blazing flames and strangling the powerful Undead Sequence 7 beast.
Just as this one dissipated, the other seven gradually expanded and grew larger, breaking free from the alchemy furnace and swimming in the air, gradually occupying the sky above the mountain. These cloud snakes had heads that resembled human faces, some like evil dragons, and some like evil ghosts, which made people feel uneasy.
Looking at the seven vicious mist snakes hundreds of meters high, waves of powerlessness and despair rose in the hearts of the more than 300 disciples of Zhaoye Palace.
But the other party will not show mercy.
The seven snake heads in the field of vision suddenly rushed forward, their ferocious appearance suddenly became larger in the pupils, and sharp and long fangs appeared in their open bloody mouths. The blood-red throats were connected to the bottomless darkness, and they swallowed the disciples of Zhaoye Palace who were unable to dodge into it.
"He Ling, you actually released this ancient beast!" A true disciple of Sequence 6 of the Undead complained bitterly.
"Oh, then what do you want me to do? Should I watch you kill us?" Zhenren He Ling stood under the alchemy furnace with a ferocious face. The feather fan in his hand was now covered in blood and there was a piece missing from it, as if it had been cut off by a sword.
"Have you ever thought about when to stop? This ferocious beast may not even be controllable by you, and it will eventually bite you." Another true disciple continued to question.
"Then it's not your turn to worry about it. I won't care about the flood after I die." After He Ling finished speaking, he laughed again, and there seemed to be tears of blood in his eyes.
"Didn't you look down on me back then? Why are you all concerned about me now? What a joke, what a joke, hahaha..." His laughter was filled with sadness and hatred.
"No one looks down on you, it's just..." A disciple of the same generation as He Ling hesitated to speak.
"Just what!?" He Ling asked back with a look of disdain on his face.
"It's just that the previous head thought that you had limited qualifications, but you were hardworking by nature. He was afraid that you would get stuck in a dead end, so he asked Brother Yu Jian to come and help you. He didn't expect that you would make such a big mistake." Another true disciple stood up to respond.
"Help me? What a joke. Isn't he here to find that witch? Don't think I don't know about our old friendship. Tongzhu and I have been neighbors since childhood. Don't I know about his affairs?" He Ling answered in a low voice.
"He and Yu Jian both liked that witch, but her heart wasn't here. So one of them often came here to socialize, and the other found an opportunity to stay here in his later years."
"Tongzhu has been lucky since childhood. Although his talent is average, he has made rapid progress thanks to the various teachings and support from his family elders. However, when I was young, I had to help my family with farming, fetching water and working in the fields. How could I have the opportunity to practice?"
“It was only after I entered the outer sect with the help of Senior Brother Tongzhu that I had some opportunities.”
"If you say that Senior Brother Tongzhu is here, I will immediately commit suicide without saying a word. It's because he was so kind to me in the past and led me into the sect."
"But speaking of Yu Jian, I've experienced that look of contempt since I first joined the sect, and it's still fresh in my memory. It's a pity that the teachers and seniors have always doted on him, and the brothers and sisters have also been very lenient with him. I'm just angry but dare not speak out."
"Do you know the scene when I first met him?" Having said this, He Ling suddenly stopped, and then continued without waiting for the person opposite to respond.
"Your sword dance is like a monkey, it's really interesting."
"Yeah, it's really ridiculous, just like a wild monkey in the mountains, it stinks."
"But at that time, I had just had the opportunity to be taught a few skills by Senior Brother Tongzhu, and I cherished it very much, but he despised me so much." Zhenren Heling's eyes were bloodshot and his voice became harsher.
"Yes, I am not worthy of practicing swordsmanship. How dare I compare myself to this genius? If I practice swordsmanship, I will probably live in his shadow forever, unable to break free."
"This...maybe Yu Jian was just joking back then..." one of the true disciples sighed.
"It's just a joke, but the person is dead. There's no point in saying it anymore. If I surrender, will you let me go? Everyone, please stop talking nonsense like that."
After He Ling finished speaking, he struck the alchemy furnace with his palm, causing a vibrating metallic sound. The seven cloud snakes in the sky twisted again, and their bodies pierced through the clouds and mist, killing the remaining disciples of the main lineage of Zhaoye Palace.
Purple fire exploded, clouds and mist gathered and dispersed, sword light and fine scales intertwined, broken swords and body parts continued to fall from the sky, and the other side of the earth gradually turned white.
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