Chapter 103 Xuantian Martial God
Yang Chen breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, he ran fast, otherwise, the little white snake would hate him for the rest of his life.
"I really saved the wrong person. I saved her, but she actually wants to castrate me and make me a pet?"
Just thinking about it makes me furious.
Yang Chen went back along the same path he came from and re-entered the Poison Barrier Canyon.
Because of the different entry position, the scene he saw was also different from before.
A group of mutant beasts of various races are besieging a high ground.
On the high ground, a group of human warriors took advantage of the terrain to stalemate with them.
Except for one Martial God, the rest of the people are Martial Saints.
"Master Martial God, please come down first, and let us take over!"
A group of martial saints rushed out from behind him, releasing the energy of the five elements of wind, fire, thunder, lightning and earth.
After the exhausted Martial God shot down a black panther head-on, he retreated with the Martial Saint beside him.
The five martial saints of the five elements took over.
Thunder and lightning roared and pierced through the bodies of the mutant beasts climbing towards the high ground. The smell of burning rose and the charred bodies of the mutant beasts fell down one after another.
The waves surged, and the turbulent currents continued to curl towards the mutant beasts, causing them to slip and slide down.
The rocks were torn apart, the terrain became steeper, and even a hideous terrain was created out of thin air, hindering the movement of the mutant beasts.
The howling wind was like a sharp blade, constantly cutting the mutant beast's body, and blood splattered.
Sharp cones condensed from the sky and continuously shot towards the mutant beasts below.
The wailing sounds of the mutant beasts rose and fell, circling above the warriors.
The Martial God who had been replaced sat dejectedly among a group of Martial Saints who were also resting. He stared blankly at the inky black sky with his eyes. His face was covered with wounds and black spots, and his armor was tattered. Because of killing mutant beasts for a long time, his limbs showed symptoms of ADHD and kept shaking.
This person doesn't look like a superior martial god at all.
"Lord Martial God, please drink some water and eat something." The Martial Saint next to him handed food to the Martial God.
The God of War is the hope of these Martial Saints, and is also the only one who can lead them to escape from the Poison Barrier Canyon.
After receiving the food and water from the Martial Saint, the already hungry Martial Saint only took a small sip of water and a bite of food. He did not dare to eat too much for fear that the food would not be enough to support him.
"Before entering the abyss, we had already prepared a year's worth of food. However, we were caught in a frenzied siege by a horde of mutant beasts. We couldn't get out and were trapped here forever. This food has lasted us for several years, and now it's almost gone. If we don't leave quickly, we'll die here sooner or later. Ahem!"
The God of War said with a wry smile, coughed a few times, and actually coughed up blood.
Although the poisonous gas in the Poison Barrier Canyon will not kill them immediately, it will cause chronic poisoning in the long run, and the internal organs of these warriors have suffered varying degrees of damage.
It seriously affects the combat performance. Putting aside the combat, if it is not treated for a long time, it will lead to death sooner or later.
"I can't remember how many times this is our breakout plan." The God of War said with another wry smile.
"Lord Martial God doesn't remember, and we don't know either. We only know it's been too long. We planned a breakout almost every two or three days, but the number of mutant beasts was simply too much to kill. After we killed them, they were quickly replenished. Sigh!"
"Let's make another breakout today. Everyone, use up all the food. This time, push yourself to your limits and break through. Otherwise, you will die!"
"This time, we're going all out. This is our last resort. The number of mutant beasts is significantly smaller today, and judging by our food reserves, even if we conserve them, we can only last a few more months. Our best plan is to attack with all our might and break through."
The God of War has made the plan, and the Martial Saints are of no use to him.
"Lord Martial God, please eat more. You need to take the lead today." Martial Saint said as he handed more food and water to the Martial God.
The God of War took a look at the storage belt where everyone's food was stored. There was not much food in it.
"I only need one cubic decimeter of food. You can divide the rest among me. Facing so many mutant beasts, I can't handle it with my own strength."
What comforted them was that the levels of these mutant beasts below the high ground were not very high, equivalent to the fifteenth or sixteenth level outside.
"I don't know what's going on back in the territory. My wife is still young, and I haven't been back for several years. I wonder if she's remarried?"
"Yeah, I miss my family so much. I wonder how the territory is doing now. Are they okay?"
The private conversations among the Martial Saints could be heard.
The Martial God's expression was completely frozen from that moment on.
He wasn't sure if burning his boats was feasible, but even if he died that way, it would be worse than being exhausted to death by the mutant beast.
If you are a man, you must be fierce and aggressive!
There is no such thing as dying of cowardice, only dying of fighting desperately!
"Brothers, I am also worried about the situation in the territory. Now there is no Martial God to support our Xuantian territory. Alas, I dare not imagine what troubles will arise!" The Martial God punched the ground, feeling very regretful.
"I shouldn't have brought you into the abyss again, but it's no use regretting it now."
"Master Martial God, you are the supreme Martial God of our Xuantian Territory. All of us obey your orders, even if it means death, we will have no regrets!"
The words of the Martial Saints immediately stirred the Martial God's heart, and he actually felt a long-lost feeling.
"If it weren't for this disaster, I wouldn't have become true brothers with you! I don't regret it!" said the God of War.
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