With a high roar, Wang Ling transformed into a ball of fire, swimming in the sky. The talisman array beside him helped him escape the bombardment of the demonic energy. A large hole was blown out on the ground, and the power was so amazing that Wang Ling glanced at it and turned back to look at the talisman master in the Adventurer's Guild. He nodded to express his gratitude, and then swung the sickle in his hand to cut off a ball of demonic energy.

boom--

The falling demonic energy smashed up layers of dust, and when it was dissipated by a stream of energy, Su Huan, wearing the black crab armor, swung his arm violently, cut the demonic energy apart, leaped towards the flesh in it, and stabbed the sharp crab claws in his hand. Immediately, as the cold light flashed, the gold energy formed a gust of wind, cutting off the head of the big bird in the demonic energy.

Su Huan was calm and composed, rarely speaking. He looked up at the sky, then looked around, and pushed away a slender-waisted woman in light armor. Immediately, the demonic energy that was heading towards him was shredded into pieces by a twisting space. The movements were caused by Li Bulao and the cloaked demon. The two stared at each other nervously. The former saw the danger of accidental injury, and immediately formed a seal. When the demon shadow pounced on him, he disappeared from the spot and entered another space, but he was also injured and spit out a mouthful of old blood.

This is the biggest disadvantage in the current battle. Although the great practitioners around him may save his life at any time, they may also kill him inadvertently. Battlefield battles test strength and vision. You must be extremely cautious and cannot relax at all.

“Be careful!”

After Su Huan finished speaking to Si Qingling beside him, the crab claws on both her hands disappeared immediately. After forming a seal, she rushed out with two scimitars in her hands. Su Huan, wearing heavy armor, was not very fast, but when he stepped on the ground, the ground broke, and the two swords turned into huge metal crab claws, cutting the disciple of the Qingtian Sect in half.

There was a cold air coming from behind, Su Huan turned around to take it, but a swift figure pushed the monster away. Su Huan went over, stepped heavily into the ground, and then pierced it with the sword in his hand, and only felt relieved after cutting off its head.

"You can't do it without me."

Si Qingling finished speaking. Although her body was thin in light armor, she was like a strong wind that could sweep away everything. Su Huan's face under the armor had no extra expression. She and Si Qingling had always been like this. She glanced at the sky and said:

"Then let's go together. We can't let that guy steal all the limelight!"

"kill!"

With a roar, the two women raised their shields in front of them, holding two guns in each hand, advancing and retreating in a measured manner, which could be described as extremely coordinated. They were veterans on the battlefield, and had also undergone extremely harsh training at the suggestion of their instructors. Except for the existence that could crush to death with vitality, they had to conserve vitality at other times to save their lives at critical moments.

Not to mention them, all the practitioners on this battlefield know this truth. Some of them are so panicked that they release their vital energy aimlessly.

"What about the wounded?"

When Si Qingling and Su Huan were running on the battlefield, they saw a slightly dull man not far away, holding a wounded man, not knowing where to go. There were so many dead bodies in this vast sea of ​​people, but no one was carrying a stretcher to transport the wounded.

"Where are the medical personnel?"

As the man roared, a hurried voice came to his ear.

"Leave the wounded to me, you just keep fighting!"

After the old voice ended, a strong hand was placed on the man's shoulder. This was an ordinary-looking man, but because of his black and white school uniform, he looked extraordinary. This was the symbol of the academy's disciples. As seniors, they immediately attracted the new students on the battlefield. Under the gaze of the lovely junior brothers and sisters, Qin Feng said to Mu Lin:

"Let's go get that guy!"

As he spoke, Qin Feng pointed to a demon that was sucking the life out of a living being. It was a huge creature with a human body and a bull's head. After Mu Lin saw the wounded disappear from the spot, he stood up, stared at it, and nodded heavily.

"Dry!"

The road was a bit long, and there were bound to be some little demons blocking the way. But the new batch of students came over, very excited, and shouted:

"Senior, we will escort you!"

Qin Feng and Mu Lin did not have a strong background, and their presence in the academy was always low. Although they were obsessed with cultivation and worked from dawn to dusk, they were still not as good as most practitioners. Therefore, after hearing the words of their junior brothers and sisters, they were full of energy. The vitality made their bodies rush out very fast, and they traveled 200 meters in the blink of an eye.

They have finally become the seniors in the eyes of others, so how can they live up to this title if they don't show some real talent?

On a battlefield like this, two hundred meters is by no means short. Therefore, they stirred up a gust of wind and punched the top of the demon creature's head. With a long roar, Qin Feng and Mu Lin urged their vitality to overturn the demon creature with a human body and a bull's head.

Even if they used all their energy, they could only do this. Then, a fishing line came from nowhere and easily pierced through his iron body. Although the fishing line was extremely tough, it was very thin, and it caused strong ripples around it, like a river surface with a huge rock falling on it, and it took a long time for it to return to calm.

The huge demon creature no longer had much strength to breathe. The power on the fishing line made Qin Feng and Mu Lin extremely envious. If they had such power, they would be able to kill more demon creatures on the battlefield. Turning around, the junior brothers and sisters did not nod to them enthusiastically, but... fell to the ground like corpses, with faces full of astonishment.

The scene of corpses everywhere was bound to happen, but when the two knelt beside them and confirmed that they had no pulse, they still couldn't help showing surprise on their faces, even extreme madness. Most of the living people were beheaded, their bodies were dry, and there was no trace of tenderness, only horror.

"ah--"

Qin Feng and Mu Lin howled to the sky, but no one paid attention. Roaring sounds were not uncommon in the Hundred Miles boundary where the demonic energy and the vital energy collided, but Howard on the Great Wall of the Northern Territory looked pale and ugly at this time.

As a practitioner who enjoyed the title of Miraculous Doctor in the academy, he was in charge of the wounded. Although he had a medical team of 30,000 people under his command, it was his job to bring the wounded back.

At the moment the battle started, Howard's perception range was all the places where the battle broke out. Regardless of strength, there were 200,000 practitioners in total, plus 500,000 elites, which was enough for him to be busy. But being busy was fine, but he was afraid that after busying around, he would find that some people could not be saved, like those mummies. Even if he was a miracle doctor, he could do nothing. Or he would save them, but they would not hold on and lose them. Watching a living person die in front of his eyes is the greatest sorrow for a doctor.

Although the miracle doctor is called a god, he can only cure diseases and cannot bring the dead back to life. That is what gods can do. But Howard is just a man who asks for advice.

With a wave of his hand, dozens of people returned and lined up on both sides, ordering the medical staff to rush over. When the doctors in the center finished their work, they hurried to both ends. But even so, the number of medical staff was gradually insufficient, because the number of wounded was still increasing at an exaggerated speed.