The medical staff are overwhelmed; their drug reserves are simply not enough to treat so many people at the same time.
"Where's the Dragon Blood Vine? If not, how about the Flood Dragon Blood Vine? Snake Blood Vine will do too. Help me find it!"
"This injury is serious; he's almost bled to death. Save him first!"
"Move the body into the shed. Spring is coming soon, and if the decay causes a plague, everything will be over!"
"Has the logistics supply not arrived yet? We've run out of several commonly used medicines. Let's urge them again!"
"The communication talisman has been sent eight times since midnight last night and is already being urgently transferred, but there are battles taking place in cities on both the east and west sides, and the sect can't manage it all!"
"The demonic cultivators outside the city have retreated!"
All the commotion vanished abruptly after those words.
The healer, who was buried in the mountains of corpses and seas of blood, raised his head in a daze and suddenly realized that he could no longer hear the shouts of killing.
After a heart-stopping silence, a liberating cheer soared up to the city gate tower.
"We made it through! To hell with that Jade Emperor's demonic cultivators!"
"Finally, I can catch my breath..."
"Don't faint! Don't faint! I can't save you, little miss!"
"Don't let your guard down." A bright figure suddenly appeared in the sky above the city.
"Senior Brother!" The disciples of the Xiaoling Sect, dressed in black light armor, quickly gathered around.
Li Jinchu took out several Qiankun bags, most of which contained medicine, a small portion of weapons and armor supplies, and some daily necessities for civilians.
He ordered the city guards to distribute the supplies one by one, and a dark glint flashed in his eyes as he looked at the refugees scattered throughout the city.
"Have the scouts been sent out?" Li Jinchu turned to ask the captain of the city guard team.
"They've already been deployed," the captain nodded. "Most of the demonic cultivators who came to attack the city have been dealt with, and a small number have fled back. If we want to organize another large-scale attack, it will probably take at least two hours."
Li Jinchu secretly estimated, "That should be enough to send the refugees who are not capable of fighting back to the rear."
They were currently at Pingnan Pass, a strategically important and easily defensible pass. It also housed the largest number of civilians among the cities that had been invaded by demonic cultivators during this attack on the Xiaoling Sect.
The Xiaoling Sect has a limited number of large flying magical artifacts. Since ordinary people cannot operate these things, the fewer ordinary people ride on each flying magical artifact, the more pilots are needed.
The flying artifact that Li Jinchu brought this time was not enough to take away all the civilians.
However, these large flying magical artifacts are slow. If the demonic cultivators launch another attack in two hours, they will only be able to make one round trip at most. If they want to send people out again, they will have to wait until the next attack ends.
But who knows if these injured civilians will be able to hold on until then?
"What if there was a teleportation array?"
Suddenly a voice rang out from not far away.
To make it easier to observe, Li Jinchu stopped on the eaves of a small building in the city while talking to the city guard captain. The sound came from below them, cold yet subtly suppressing a raging fire.
Two pairs of eyes instinctively looked down and saw a beautiful young girl beside the blood-stained young man, who was looking up at them.
"Chief of Jimo? What are you doing here?" The city guard captain exclaimed in surprise. "How is things at Chaoming Palace?"
Li Jinchu didn't speak, but his expression conveyed a similar question.
He first received a message from the Chaoming Palace before learning about the demonic cultivators' invasion of the border.
“The Demon Lord and the Supreme Venerable are evenly matched, and they won’t be able to spare any attention to affect the battle here for the time being.” Ji Mofan looked up at the northern sky.
The two forces were still locked in a standoff in the air. They had been fighting since midnight yesterday until the sun was high in the sky today, yet they were still locked in a fierce battle, neither of them able to spare a moment to spare.
Ji Mofan couldn't help but purse his lips and narrow his eyes.
He had fought against Qu Jin before, and had also sensed Xiao Wangyan's strength when he borrowed Xiao Wangyan's demonic energy. As far as Qu Jin was concerned, Xiao Wangyan was now just an empty shell. His only advantage was that Qu Jin did not know the true extent of Xiao Wangyan's power.
Judging from the current situation, their duel will surely end in three days at most, at the early morning of the fourth day.
If Qu Jin wins, the morale of the cultivation world should be greatly boosted. But what if Qu Jin suddenly turns against them and sides with the demon realm?
I dare not even think about the prosperity of Jimo.
"What formation did you just say?" Li Jinchu glanced at it, then looked away and asked Ji Mofan.
“A teleportation array,” Ji Mofan said. “I can draw a teleportation array to connect Pingnan Pass with Xiaoling Sect.”
“It doesn’t need to be that far, just to Wangtian City, which is a few dozen miles away,” Li Jinchu said.
"Does Wangtian have enough resources to treat these people?" Ji Mofan disagreed. "Wangtian is just beyond Pingnan Pass. Although it belongs to your Xiaoling Sect, it is also under the jurisdiction of officials appointed by the Emperor."
"There is no possibility of expansion outward from the border near the Demon Realm. From the emperor to the county magistrate, no one pays attention to Pingnan Pass. Look at the county soldiers in this city, apart from your city guards, which one looks like they have been trained before?"
"Wangtian can only guarantee that these people will not be attacked by demonic cultivators, but he cannot provide them with sufficient medical treatment. Only by sending them back to Xiaoling Sect can they survive."
Li Jinchu rarely frowned slightly when facing Ji Mofan.
To be honest, he hadn't even considered that possibility.
Whether in the struggles within the Li family or now facing an impending war between immortals and demons, his guiding principle has always been self-centered.
If you do a good job of putting on a show and win people's hearts, these people will be grateful to you until their dying breath.
Besides, he didn't do anything wrong. There's no such thing as the best solution; there's always room for improvement. He just did what he could without giving it his all.
As for whether individual people are alive or dead, he simply doesn't have that much energy or compassion.
Just being able to win the battle and prevent this land from becoming a playground for demonic cultivators is enough to give him a major headache.
After Ji Mo Fan spoke his mind, Li Jin Chu considered it for a moment. However, after careful consideration, Li Jin Chu still did not agree with his idea.
“It’s such a waste to give all the precious medicines and supplies to civilians,” he said. “It’s not that the lives of monks are more valuable than those of civilians; I’m not that shameless.”
"But you have to admit that with the Demon Realm coming on so aggressively, only by leaving more cultivators behind can we have a greater chance of victory. After all, none of us know how long this war will last."
The last war between immortals and demons lasted for decades, causing immense suffering to both realms, and even affecting Penglai Island, which was separated by a sea.
The most bustling place became the underworld, where the judges were extremely busy. It is said that Meng Po's pots for brewing soup even leaked several times.
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