Volume 2, Chapter 62: Continue fighting and cover your retreat.
Several swords were swung out.
Among the saints of the seven tribes here, some died, some ran away, and the rest were seriously injured.
Ye Tingmu was still charging forward.
However, most of the spiritual energy was consumed.
The overall situation on the ground battlefield has been decided.
Only the Six Saints in the sky remain.
The outcome of this battle is unknown.
Ye Tingmu was naturally a little anxious.
His stand-in had been killed.
Facing the siege of the Six Saints, he had already suffered some injuries.
The feathers on his body were sprinkled with bright red blood.
From this point of view, Shou's combat power should be lower than Dahei's.
This is not surprising.
After all, Dahei is the reincarnation of Daozu’s former mount.
However, Shou is only at the level of Beast God, and in Ye Tingmu's opinion, Shou's consciousness is incomplete.
Looking at the fleeing remnants of the Seven Gods.
He didn't chase her anymore.
Instead, he summoned the seven beast saints and told them, "Escort them away."
The seven beasts looked solemn, and they were all injured to varying degrees at this moment.
The next battle is indeed not something they can face.
That is a saint.
The power of the saints is currently untouchable to them.
Ye Tingmu then told the survivors, "Leave here and run towards Jiuzhou. Don't stop."
The number of survivors at this time was half less than before.
If we count carefully, I'm afraid there are only a few hundred people left.
There was still fanaticism in their eyes.
"We won't leave... We will live and die together with Big Brother."
"That's right, even if I die, I will never retreat."
"I, the sons of the Chao clan, would rather die than retreat."
Listening to the passionate and loud words.
Ye Tingmu's brows were furrowed even tighter.
He turned around and roared at everyone, his voice almost a roar.
"You fool! Get out of here now! Don't stay and hold me back."
Everyone fell silent after hearing this, with a dazed look in their eyes.
Yes, what can they do if they stay? They will just be a hindrance.
Although the words were blunt, they were facts that they had to admit.
Dongfang Qingzhu held Huaxue and bit her lip.
No words.
Beside her, Li Gao and the little monk were supporting each other.
Looking at Ye Tingmu, blood dripped down their foreheads, leaving several bloody marks on their faces.
Ye Tingmu said again: "Let's go!"
But this time, his tone became a little gentler.
Dongfang Qingzhu still didn't move, but raised his head and said something.
"I'm not leaving. I'll wait here for you to go together."
Upon hearing this, Ye Tingmu couldn't help but smile bitterly.
She forced a smile, looking lazy and casual.
However, the bloody body and the criss-crossing scars on it seemed so incompatible with his current appearance.
He slowly approached, stretched out his fingertips, and lightly touched. A little red appeared on the purple mark.
"Childish, go away. If you stay, you will distract me."
There were hazy tears in Dongfang Qingzhu's eyes.
There are always one or two winds in the world that can blow your heartstrings for no reason.
At this moment, Dongfang Qingzhu felt as if a breeze had blown in her world.
It blew from the bottom of her heart and then swept across her sea of consciousness.
Finally, it aroused the girl's excitement.
The little monk and Li Gao gritted their teeth and clasped their fists towards Ye Tingmu.
"Take care of yourself!"
Then the two of them took Dongfang Qingzhu and prepared to leave.
They knew that staying would only hinder Ye Tingmu.
Now Ye Tingmu avoided the Six Saints and killed so many people from the Seven Divine Kingdoms again.
The Six Saints will undoubtedly not let him go as punishment.
He will also kill the people Ye Tingmu cares about.
Li Gao pulled Dongfang Qingzhu's arm and said to the people around him, "Let's go... If we stay, we can't help him, but will make him controlled by others."
Everyone fell silent again.
Then he bowed deeply to Ye Tingmu.
Leaving is the best help to Ye Tingmu.
The unnecessary words had been said before, and they had nothing to say at this moment.
All emotions have gathered in his eyes.
The Seven Beast Saints also bowed slightly to Ye Tingmu.
Then he turned around and led everyone away.
Upon seeing this, the six saints attacked even more fiercely.
Howling's skills are fully activated.
One of the saints broke through the defense line.
It passed the guard post, carried along by the overwhelming waves, and headed straight for the fleeing crowd.
"If you want to leave...die!"
Shou roared.
"roar......"
The energy around the body began to explode inch by inch.
Ye Tingmu also soared into the air, his long sword hanging in the air, wrapped in thunder and lightning.
Kill in an instant.
"Your opponent is me!"
“Damn it!!”
The battle continues.
Fighting to this extent.
Everyone involved in the battle, even Shou and Ye Tingmu, suffered heavy injuries.
Of course, their opponents, the Six Saints of the God Clan, were not much better.
But even so, the two sides are still fighting.
The killer move is death.
They have only one purpose.
Kill the other person.
Dongfang Qingzhu slumped on the White Tiger King's body.
The Beast Saint is extremely fast, and even if it carries hundreds of people, it is still not affected.
The surrounding scenery is rapidly receding.
They were getting further and further away from the battlefield.
The roar behind me became louder and quieter.
But the roar of thunder can still be heard.
It's just that the mountains and rivers are a little broken and blurred.
From time to time, I could still feel the ground around me shaking slightly with every explosion.
They all turned around at the same time and looked at the sky above the battlefield.
There was a figure there. Although they couldn't see it clearly, they could feel it.
They prayed in their hearts that they must survive.
Some people even prayed in their hearts, "May God bless you,
I want to use this to strengthen the determination in my heart.
Although such an idea is too absurd.
But they still prayed because it was the only thing they could do for Ye Tingmu.
Dongfang Qingzhu's red lips were bitten until they bled, and her fingernails even seeped into her palms.
She felt her palms were wet.
But I don’t know whether it is blood or sweat.
She said softly, "Please, please be alright!"
Li Gao comforted him after hearing this.
"Don't worry, Brother Ye is blessed by heaven, and he will be safe and sound."
Dongfang Qingzhu nodded slightly.
She also believed that Ye Tingmu would survive. He was so powerful that he would definitely not die.
And Ye Tingmu on the battlefield was still fighting.
In the past, when he faced saints, he had to rely on others without exception, but this time, he could only rely on himself.
A withered hand pierced his left shoulder.
Bright red blood spurted out.
In front of him was the saint of the Mu clan.
Ye Tingmu felt pain all over his body.
There was no fear or surprise in his eyes, but instead there was an inexplicable evil charm at the corners of his mouth.
He held the other person's hand tightly with one hand.
He swung the thunder in his hand.
Jiemie Bahuang attacked with a sword at close range.
"Die for me."
The saint was terrified.
But I can't get away.
As the mountains and rivers are broken.
A sad sound rang out, echoing in this world and drifting away.
"No......."
Thunder rises and blood rain falls.
The sky is weeping here.
The seven nations lost a saint.
"roar......."
The roar of beasts.
On the earth, countless ferocious beasts emerged from the void.
Crowded.
In the blink of an eye, they gathered into a tide of beasts.
This is the beast that ran out of the Mountain of Ten Thousand Beasts.
The earth began to shake.
Countless wild beasts began to run wildly.
But it did not affect the battle between the saints in the sky at all.
The attack continued, and blood fell like rain.
When a saint dies, it always rains as promised.
Red rain.
One game after another.
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