Chapter 202: The surging battle

“Boom,” “boom,” “boom.” I don’t know when it started, but the chanting from Yang Sheng’s side began to be accompanied by clear drumming.

“Boom” “Boom” “Boom,” the soul power collided violently, silently… but it could still cause the earth to resonate.

“Splash” “thunder” “whoosh”… I can’t think of any more words to describe the sounds of the magic practitioners fighting on the battlefield… After Wu Tian’s great technique was over, the magic practitioners’ fighting began again.

“Ah…” was the cry from the front of the battlefield. Yang Sheng’s remaining ten elite warriors were engaged in a final battle with the remaining warriors on our side… The casualties on our side became many, and the rate of death also became much faster… It was almost like using our lives to intercept these warriors.

There are only four left… but they must continue to block with their lives… I think I will never forget that wall of flesh and blood in my life. It will be the most beautiful picture of my life.

I don’t know what it was, but the snow stopped for a while… and then it started again…

I suddenly realized a problem… Just like us, only a few dozen people from Yang Sheng’s side participated in the battle. In the back, there were actually groups of people from Yang Sheng’s side standing behind the altar, forming a human wall.

At this point, I actually didn’t worry too much… Most of our people were setting up the formation, and they must have been making some moves on their side as well.

If the magic cultivators are allowed to fight in a scattered manner, this battle will last for an unknown period of time… This is simply not in line with the requirements of both sides. This kind of battle… cannot be fought for a long time, because we have to take the secular world into account. Even if this is a no-man’s land, it is not 100% safe.

The fastest way is naturally a large-scale competition… Large-scale wars, whether ancient or modern, are not fought individually. At this time, what matters is the power of the collective!

Time passed by minute by minute… The sound of the drums on Yang Sheng’s side gradually became more and more urgent… In the gray, low, snow-covered sky, the image of a woman gradually became clearer.

She was dressed in religious attire and was now in a kneeling position, hands clasped together… She was chanting in a low voice with her eyes closed, and her voice was so holy and sacred… It seemed to bring a little comfort to this bloody battlefield.

“Baima, open your eyes…” In the snowstorm, Lushan saw the girl he loved in his dream again… He stumbled a few steps in the snow and suddenly shouted loudly into the sky.

What did he see when he opened his eyes? Did he see the warrior lying in front of him? Did he see the silent, dead medical pulse? Did he see the sorcerer who had already lost his strength and collapsed, not knowing whether he was alive or dead? Or did he see the two life-guarding pulses that seemed to have aged many years, protecting the warriors in front of him?

This sacrifice… seems like a pain that the righteous cannot bear, but the war has only just begun.

“Brother, when my sister’s true spirit appears, she can’t open her eyes… she’s sealed. Unless…” Tao Bai walked up to Lu Shan and grabbed him, his voice breaking.

Lushan knelt down in the snow and said hoarsely to Tao Bai, “I just want her to see that so many people have died…”

Lu Shan’s sad voice drifted in the wind… It seemed to strike everyone’s nerves. So many people have died? When I came here, there were so many people… now many have fallen in battle… I really want to do a memorial service for them, but who will do one for me at that time?

Even if there is no one… I have no regrets. To die in such a great battle for the righteous way… I feel that there is no more brilliant sacrifice than this, and I also believe that this blood-stained prairie will become a holy place for the righteous way.

My heart was stirred. At this time, although I had noticed that the top-level cultivators around Yang Sheng had already woken up, I had no more worries or concerns in my heart.

As long as I fight like this, I think… everyone’s sacrifice is meaningful. The snow can bury all traces… but it can’t bury everyone’s spirit and will!

I heard the sound of “xxx position return” and “xxx position return” ringing in my ears, getting more and more urgent…

On Yang Sheng’s side, the silent cultivators suddenly scattered and lined up around the altar… The awakened top-level cultivators did not leave the altar, but just glanced at the battlefield and closed their eyes again.

They really had a backup plan… but in such a short time… were they setting up a formation? I was very confused… but the next moment, I understood, because their formation didn’t need to be set up at all. It was just an ordinary but cruel formation… a combined attack formation! It was a formation that concentrated everyone’s power on one or a few people.

The reason it is cruel is because this formation has some variations. Some of the control is in the hands of the people in the normal positions, and it can be stopped at any time. Some of the control is in the hands of the people being concentrated… In this way, if he does not stop drawing power, the others cannot stop either.

For example, Wu Laogui’s deep hatred is like this…

This formation doesn’t even need to be laid out, just a few key “conductive” artifacts placed in key places… For Yang Sheng, who is also almost all powerful, how simple is this?

It turns out that everything on Yang Sheng’s side is very simple, and it all revolves around the altar… After those top-level cultivators set up the altar, they finally went to war with us… Everything before that was all a delay.

The response here is also very simple. The old headmaster, as if he had seen through everything, also chose to fight with a formation… but people of the righteous path cannot do things that forcibly extract the power of others. Instead, they use a combined attack formation, which is a formation in which the ordinary positions control the initiative. To be honest, it is definitely not as effective as the cruel combined attack formation.

Moreover, the strength of the righteous people this time was actually not as good as that of Yang Sheng’s side… Because Company A did not know how many years they had spent cultivating and resting, and what kind of power they had accumulated, they did not need to be as open and aboveboard as the righteous… Therefore, very little was seen clearly.

In addition, Wu Tian, a variable… suddenly joined their forces!

The same formation cannot take advantage… only by choosing a more advanced formation of heavenly punishment, I think if Yang Sheng had a choice, he would definitely do the same. But it seems that they have not received any formation of the mysterious heritage… so they had to settle for the second best, choosing a formation that has been passed down in the world.

At this point, it seemed like both sides had already decided on a course of action… In the midst of the snowstorm, Master Hui suddenly let out a long cry… the last of the Death Warriors had fallen!

There were only three warriors left on our side… It was a hard-won victory…

All the blood and corpses along the way were laid out in white… Will the end result be to return the white to the earth, rather than to let the world be enveloped in black mist?

I can no longer count the sacrifices… Even the people who set up the formation are falling one by one, and there are less than half of them left… To bear the perfect heavenly pattern, one must bear it oneself… Will there be any reluctance when they fall to the limit?

Whether they live or die, I can’t investigate… because I know that when the old master reaches the point he said, I have more important things to do, and I can’t be distracted.

The sad tears of the Vajra King over there have already been shattered beyond recognition… The sound of the holy white horse in the air is gradually becoming ethereal… With the sound of the drums, it seems that the critical moment has arrived…

At that time, Wu Tian, the old master, and Jenny were still fighting magic… but I could feel that… the old master and Jenny were struggling.

“Old Master, you and Jenny have to return to your positions.” At this time, a tired voice came from the great formation… it was Uncle Wang. The formation of heavenly punishment was finally about to be completed!

On the Yang Sheng side, a lama suddenly stood up and said in broken Chinese, “Do you want to reach the heavens in one step? Then try your best this time… Hold on until the moment the Holy Ancestor reaches the top. He won’t let us down!”

“Oh…” The people on the evil path shouted in a frenzy, like a brainwashed crowd… In fact, the path of virtue is difficult, and the evil path of swordplay is almost cut off from the path of virtue… The only thing that can make them fanatical is this!

Then, the lama walked over to Wu Tian and seemed to say something…

Wu Tian snorted and had a final confrontation with Jenny and the old master… Then he swept his sleeve and sat on the altar in front of Yang Sheng…

Jenny and the old master each took a step back…

I know, it seems like it’s snowing harder…