Because most of the Zhenling Guards who are responsible for doing some simple tasks outside during special periods only possess spiritual objects of platinum level strength, and are considered non-staff members of the Zhenling Guards.

The core members of the Zhenling Guard usually form teams and roam in the various opened dimensional cracks.

It would take a long time for a Zhenling Guard who only possesses a platinum-level spiritual object to escape from the range of the second-level swamp dimension rift and deliver a message.

Thinking of this, Lin Yuan clenched his fists tightly.

At this time, at the only entrance to Mopan Town, which was under the city wall where Lin Yuan, Zhang Xiaobai and others had fought bloody battles, hundreds of spiritual professionals were standing.

Most of these spiritual professionals have one or two spiritual creatures standing in front of them.

The strength of the spiritual objects in front of spiritual professionals varies. The stronger ones are at the gold and silver levels, while the weaker ones are at the bronze elite level and even ordinary level.

At this moment, these people's faces were solemn, but they all had a heroic spirit of defending Mopan Town to the death.

However, the three people standing at the front of the crowd looked very ugly.

Among these three people, one is the president of the Mopan Town Guild Alliance branch who owns a gold-level spiritual object, and the other is the town spirit guard who had just passed on a message to the outside and hurried back to help protect Mopan Town.

In front of this Zhenling Guard were two four-meter-long, mighty lions with thick manes and green faces.

The roars from the two platinum-grade, level five epic-quality green-faced lions from time to time boosted the morale of the spiritual professionals behind them.

But the Zhenlingwei who possessed two green-faced lions had a few drops of cold sweat rolling down his forehead from time to time, falling on the fertile black soil of Mopan Town in early spring.

The cold sweat did not splash at all, but was absorbed by the black soil.

As a Zhenling Guard, Zhao Xu knew how terrifying the second-level dimensional crack was.

The second-level dimensional crack is not like the first-level dimensional crack that only drops a few third-level dimensional creatures.

The number of third-level dimensional creatures pouring down from the second-level dimensional crack is enough to reach hundreds, and at the same time, there will be more than five fourth-level dimensional creatures pouring down.

If there is a swamp crocodile among the fourth-level dimensional creatures that descend, I am afraid that the green-faced lion that I have contracted will have no chance of winning in a one-on-one fight with the fourth-level swamp crocodile.

What's more, there is no such thing as a one-on-one fight among the dimensional creatures.

Faced with the biological tide, his two green-faced lions would be torn into pieces by the death rolls of hundreds of level three swamp crocodiles before they could even charge.

Unless a miracle happens, there is no possibility of winning this battle.

But miracles are called miracles because they are not easy to happen. However, Zhao Xu did not regret his decision to return here and defend Mopan Town with everyone even though he knew it was impossible.

Because of Zhao Xu's mission as a spiritual guardian and the little bit of brilliant light in his heart, he was not allowed to take a step back.

The courage that stems from this sense of mission made Zhao Xu's pale face reveal a touch of heroism and determination.

Zhao Xu turned his head and looked at the old president of the Mopan Town branch of the Trade Union Alliance and said.

"Old President, have you used the blood I just gave you to sprinkle the entrance to the survivors' fortress built underground by the Mopan Town Guild Alliance?"

The old president nodded and said after hearing this.

"Lord Zhao Xu, as you instructed, I have already sprinkled the can of blood extracted from the Level 5 Swamp Crocodile around the entrance to the Survivor's Fortress."

After hearing this, Zhao Xu's pale face finally showed a hint of relief.

The Survivor Fortress is an underground building that is built in any small town in the Glorious Federation where humans live.

When encountering such natural disasters, women and children in Mopan Town and ordinary people who have no fighting ability will hide in the survivor fortress.

The purpose of building a survivor fortress is not to build an isolated paradise, but to use solid fortifications to withstand natural disasters for a period of time.

And thus wait for assistance from Zhenlingwei and Denglongwei.

The dimensional creatures have a very strong sense of the breath of life. If everyone hides in the survivor fortress, the survivor fortress will immediately be surrounded by a tide of second-level swamp creatures.

Surrounded by enemies on all sides, everyone inside will become a delicacy in the mouths of the swamp dimension creatures.

Therefore, the most important thing to stop the tide of swamp dimension creatures from directly attacking the survivors' fortress is to set up defensive fortifications under the stone wall of Mopan Town.

Zhao Xu only hoped that his limited manpower could hold off the second-level swamp creature tide for a while longer.

Even if the swamp dimension creatures that killed him and others found the survivors' fortress, they would be afraid of the level 5 swamp crocodile's blood that was spilled around the survivors' fortress.

The level 5 swamp crocodile's blood essence should be able to delay for a while.

Anyway, I have already passed the message to the Zhenling Division, and the Zhenling Guards and Denglong Guards will definitely be able to arrive in Mopan Town within an hour of receiving the message.

However, how these people should delay time has become the problem that Zhao Xu is facing now.

If the torrent of life cannot ultimately build a protective barrier!

There is no wrong version in the 1619 book forum!

Then how can the souls of the spiritual professionals behind him who are guarding here for their wives and children in Mopan Town rest in peace? Zhao Xu only hates that his strength is too weak.

If what he had were not two platinum-level green-faced lions, but two diamond-level green-faced lions.

Then as long as we tighten the defense line and let the two diamond-level green-faced lions block the town entrance, we can at least delay the time for nearly ten minutes.

At this time, Zhao Xu only heard a duck-voiced voice shouting beside him.

"Drink, give me more."

"Otherwise, not only will you have no gray beetles to eat, but you won't even have a horse."

Zhao Xu only felt that the sound was filled with the flavor of Zaun.

However, Zhao Xu also admired the young man next to him from the bottom of his heart.

As a healing spiritual professional, when he went to report the danger to the town spiritual department, this young man had already led everyone to set up a battle array outside Mopan Town with the old president.

Even the survivors' fortress was well arranged.

Zhao Xu saw that the healing spiritualist named Liu Lang was pointing at the fifth bucket in front of him and talking to a big bald bird.

"Tell me, you can drink at least three buckets of water when you are spitting turtledoves."

"Now that I have evolved into a Saliva River Dove, how come I can't even drink the fifth bucket of water?"

The Saliva River Dove cried in grievance, and burped water every time it cried.

Looking at the water burped out by the turtledoves in Xianhe River, Liu Lang jumped in anxiety.

This water is life-saving stuff on the battlefield later, how can you just burp it out? Liu Lang said hurriedly.

"If you don't want to drink, then don't drink. Stop talking!"

The Saliva River Dove slapped the big bucket with its wings in grievance.

The Xianhe Turtle Pigeon just can't speak, otherwise it would have probably started hitting Liu Lang on the head and roaring at him.

Second update.

(End of this chapter)