Chapter 240

Guo Shier carefully analyzed the situation. Currently, the most intense battle was in the center. Due to the Crag Dragon's charge, the center was already in chaos, while the two sides were only attacking each other. Both sides were in a stalemate, and neither side had gained the upper hand. Both sides had large reserve troops behind them, occasionally reinforcing the battlefield. The center had already become a meat grinder, with a large number of casualties.

Guo Shier nodded, "I'll go to the right."

The Nanqiang Ancestor said, "Alright, leave the left to me …" He let out a long whistle and released his altar, riding it to the left. Only now did Guo Shier see that the Nanqiang Ancestor's altar was indeed five layers, as A Handsome Old Man had guessed.

A Handsome Old Man said, "This guy's strength should be pretty good." It was rare for him to praise someone, so if he said it was not bad, then it was really not bad.

Guo Shier looked at the sky. The sky was already dark, but due to the countless flickering runes below, he could still clearly see the battle between the two sides.

A Handsome Old Man said in a low voice, "Kid, just fly close to the ground, ten meters above the ground. Don't worry about anything else." Then, the runes flickered, and the altar's defenses rose. He shouted, "Go!"

Guo Shier turned his head, "Uncle Falconer, you take my left, Nan You, you take my right, in a triangular formation. Don't panic, help me guard against sneak attacks!"

When Guo Shier's giant altar appeared on the side, the professionals of the Gunan Family let out a wild cheer. In this era, an Altar Master stood at the peak of the profession, at least in this place and in his hometown. As for other places, he had never been there, so he didn't understand the situation.

The altar was like a floating battleship. The most frightening thing was the countless tentacles that extended from the sides and bottom of the altar. They were like a huge broom. Wherever the altar went, all the professionals would be swept away. Although they wouldn't lose their lives, they would be ruthlessly slaughtered by the army of the Gunan family. Suddenly, the casualties were disastrous.

The altar swept back and forth, creating chaos everywhere it passed. Guo Shier hadn't even used the altar yet, just the tentacles of Gusirius on the altar. If he used the altar, he wouldn't even need A Handsome Old Man's help. Just the Crescent Blade alone would be enough to kill thousands. But he didn't do that, because he didn't want to be an executioner. He wasn't here to slaughter, but to fish in troubled waters.

The defense on the right was disrupted by Guo Shier, and the professionals of the Gunan Family immediately collapsed.

"Go to the center!" A Handsome Old Man said excitedly.

As Guo Shier flew forward, countless tentacles took the opportunity to collect the scattered souls. The handsome old man was already beaming with joy. The harvest this time was much greater than the previous time.

When the Patriarch of Nanqiang and Guo Shier joined the attack, the entire army of the Gujin Family collapsed. Without the family's ancestor to hold them back, the moment they joined the battle, it would be a disaster.

Only Great Saint Masters and above had the ability to protect themselves amidst the frenzied flow of people. Everyone else could only go with the flow and rely on their luck. There were countless talisman attacks, talisman arrows, talisman spears, and all sorts of elemental attacks. If they weren't careful, they would die.

Guo Shier sat at the top of the altar, his face ashen. He didn't use his tentacles to attack the professionals below, because the scene was just too bloody. Suddenly, he saw a small team surrounded. Everyone was fighting with their lives on the line. He actually knew the people in that team.

He immediately used the altar to teleport over. In the blink of an eye, Gusirius's tentacles had pulled seven people onto the altar. He asked, "Nan Feng, why are you here?"

Nan Feng was almost paralyzed on the ground. Although he was a Peak Great Saint Master, he was already exhausted from protecting his six teammates. After panting for a while, he said, "Ancestor, we charged too quickly …"

Guo Shier said in surprise, "Damn, Nan Bao? A kid like you dares to join? "

Nan Bao was only five years old. He was a Peak Talisman Master and held a talisman blade that was almost as tall as him. He was the only one of the seven who wasn't injured.

Nan Bao smiled shyly. "My father said … the earlier I join the cruel battle, the better I can digest the inheritance."

A Handsome Old Man took over the control of the altar. He needed more souls, so he wanted the altar to fly to places with more dead people, but Guo Shier couldn't meet his requirements. A Handsome Old Man was very dissatisfied with this. While he was talking to the team, he immediately took over control of the altar. Guo Shier didn't mind. He knew what A Handsome Old Man wanted.

Nan Xiaotong lovingly hugged Nan Bao and smiled. "Nan Bao is our lucky star." She was a Primary Great Saint Master and had good strength in the team.

Guo Shier knew that this team's mission was to protect Nan Bao. Otherwise, they wouldn't all be injured while the little guy was fine. This wasn't just luck.

Nan Feng supported Nan Zhao and fed him a Rune Pill. Then he bandaged his wounds. He said, "I almost couldn't hold on. It was too chaotic. There was no time to defend."

Nan Zhao's arm was broken and there was a deep wound on his face. His injuries were the most serious. Everyone else had some injuries, but after using the Rune Pill, they weren't much of a problem. With the protection of the altar, their team was safe.

Guo Shier would bring some injured professionals to the altar from time to time. As the altar drifted, more and more professionals from the Gunan clan gathered on the altar. Luo Zhan also began to help treat them. These people were all seriously injured. If Guo Shier didn't save them, they wouldn't be able to survive.

As the number of people increased, the altar was no longer enough. Guo Shier said, "Let's go back first."

Falconer and Nan You's altars also had many seriously injured people. Guo Shier's altar couldn't fit them, so he used Gusirius's tentacles to throw them onto the altar. Now, the altar was also full of injured people. There were more than 800 injured people on the three altars. Nan Feng's team had almost become the rescue team.

The three altars returned to the camp as fast as lightning. After finding an empty space, Guo Shier shouted, "Come!"

Immediately, many auxiliary soldiers rushed over. They were all low-level disciples. Guo Shier used Gusirius's tentacles to put the injured people on the ground. He said, "Organize people to treat them."

Nan Feng said, "Ancestor, I'll take care of this place."

Guo Shier nodded. "Okay. You organize people. I still have to go to the battlefield."

Although A Handsome Old Man was impatient, he didn't lose his temper. He didn't scold anyone. After Guo Shier left the injured people in the camp, he controlled the altar to fly to the battlefield. At this time, the Gujin clan's army had completely collapsed. The sky was completely dark. Now was the best time to collect souls.

Sitting on the altar, Guo Shier said, "Uncle Luo, I hope the war won't happen in our hometown. Sometimes, I think it's better for the continent where the North Fu Men are located to be sealed. If the Gujin clan discovers us, the North Fu Men won't be able to resist at all."

Luo Zhan thought for a moment and said, "No. Actually … if the Gujin clan is interested in us, I'm willing to join them. I'm just afraid that the sects from the middle-level continents will be interested in us. That would be terrible."

Guo Shier said, "Hmm, that makes sense. The Gujin clan has a whole set of methods to exploit and develop low-level continents. They don't need to go through a bloody process to conquer them. But the sects from the middle-level continents are different …" He remembered that in his previous life, if a country developed a remote place, the local residents could still get some benefits. But if it was a town that developed it, the difference would be huge.

The majority of the army had already chased after the defeated soldiers. The battlefield was silent. Only the flashes of runes could be heard in the distance. Indistinct explosions could be heard. Guo Shier's altar followed behind slowly. Because there were countless corpses along the way, A Handsome Old Man controlled the Spirit Capturing Tentacles and quickly collected the souls.

Following behind the altar were a large number of low-level disciples. They were responsible for collecting the corpses and looking for the injured disciples. There were talisman lanterns illuminating the camp, brightly illuminating one end.

Guo Shier's altar moved very slowly. Because he was controlling A Handsome Old Man, this guy was like a greedy vampire, collecting the scattered souls bit by bit. The altar floated back and forth. Countless tentacles danced in the air. Although Falconer and Nan You had their doubts, they didn't ask and only followed Guo Shier's altar.

Gradually, they could see the large army in front of them, as well as the countless captives.

The professionals who were holding the captives began to order the captives to move the corpses, collect the storage bags and talisman weapons on the corpses, dig a big hole, and bury the corpses of the dead professionals of the Gujin Family. As for the corpses of the professionals of the Gujin Family, they were placed on the side, waiting to be moved back.

The army of the Gujin Family chased for more than a hundred kilometers in one night. The army of the Gujin Family was pushed back again and again. Finally, they temporarily stabilized their position a hundred kilometers away and built a simple defense line.

In this battle, the Gujin Family had lost three illusory altar experts and two one-level altar experts. The casualties of the army had reached two hundred and seventy thousand. Ninety thousand of them had died. Their corpses were everywhere, and about one hundred thousand had been captured.

The Gujin Family had also suffered great losses. Other than the death of one illusory altar expert, another two-level altar expert had been seriously injured. The casualties of the army were also not small. There were a total of one hundred and fifty thousand, of which sixty thousand had died.

Guo Shier had already put away the altar. He stood in the temporary camp. The Nan Qiang Forefather and Nan Qin Forefather were both there. When the statistics came, even Guo Shier was shocked. The casualties of both sides added up to one hundred and fifty thousand. No wonder the mountains were covered in corpses. War was too cruel.

The Nan Qiang Forefather said, "In a while, the reinforcements will come and replace the heavily injured vanguard. Then, we will attack again."

Guo Shier realized that the army here was very capable of continuous battles. The battlefield had not even been cleaned up yet, and there was already an endless stream of soldiers coming to the front line.

Rows of tents were set up in the temporary camp. These were places for the high-ranking commanders to rest. Even Guo Shier and the other altar experts were given a tent. Guo Shier was not tired, but he wanted to check on the results of the night's battle.

Guo Shier called out to them and returned to his own tent. Luo Zhan and Falconer waited at the entrance. Nan You had left. His family had also sent a team over. He had to make arrangements.

After entering the tent, Guo Shier immediately took out the altar and asked, "A Handsome Old Man, how is it?"

A Handsome Old Man sneakily popped his head out. He was all smiles and said, "Kid, you're rich … Hehe, the harvest this time is not small. We got a lot of soul fragments. We can refine many … many soul orbs."

Guo Shier asked, "How many?"

A Handsome Old Man laughed and said, "Guess!"

Guo Shier felt dizzy. He slapped his forehead and said, "Why would I guess? Tell me, how many?"

A Handsome Old Man said, "You're really boring!"