Seeing Chu Yang rushing up like a madman, this Ink Cloud Guard couldn't help but feel a burst of inexplicable fear. He leaned to the side and actually made way for Chu Yang!
Chu Yang suddenly felt empty in front of him. He had actually rushed out of the encirclement.
"Bastard! Why didn't you stop him! Why did you dodge? Are you afraid of that person! "The two Ink Cloud Guards who were staggering back roared loudly! Before they could stop their momentum of retreat, they had already seen Chu Yang break through the last line of defense. They couldn't help but roar and scold angrily.
That Ink Cloud Guard seemed to have woken up from a dream at this point. He shouted wildly and turned to chase, but he was swarmed by the people of the two big sects. Each person chopped him into meat paste with a sword.
"Everyone, follow me closely!" Chu Yang didn't even turn his head as he shouted. His body was still dripping with blood as he rushed into the forest on the opposite side.
Behind him, everyone tried their best to catch up!
This group of people sneaked into the dense forest like a whirlwind.
In the distance, a strong wind wrapped in flames swept over overwhelmingly. In front of the flames were Meng Wuya and his subordinates. Everyone was rushing over here as fast as a meteor.
On the left and right sides, there were also countless figures rushing over.
In less than thirty breaths of time, it was the difference between life and death!
"Where's Chu Yang? Where is he? "Someone asked angrily.
"Hiss …" Some people looked at the tragic scene and sucked in a breath of cold air.
In any case, Chu Yang had finally broken through this death blockade and left without a second thought.
The best and most dangerous deadlock was broken!
The Ink Cloud Guards and the silver-armored soldiers didn't hesitate too much. They immediately split up. First, more than a hundred people chased after, and then more than a thousand people chased after them one after another after asking about the situation.
After another half an incense stick of time. Meng Wuya finally arrived.
"Where is he?" Meng Wuya asked angrily.
"… He escaped …" An Inky Cloud Guard commander lowered his head in shame. There were more than a dozen sword wounds on his body that hadn't been bandaged yet. Blood was flowing out of all of them.
Every sword wound was so deep that the bones could be seen. If this commander's cultivation hadn't reached the peak of the Celestial Being level, he would have died from his serious injuries!
"Escaped? How did he escape?! " Meng Wu Ya couldn't believe what was happening in front of his eyes. It was obviously a death trap, how could he have escaped?
"Things have changed too suddenly. Our five thousand people have formed a huge net. They came to outflank Chu Yang's group, but because they were too scattered, they didn't have time to regroup. In the first round, forty to fifty people self-detonated at the same time. A path was blasted open. In the end … "
That Ink Cloud Guard Commander was ashamed, heartbroken, and dejected.
In a very short time, Meng Wu Ya checked the situation at the scene, and after looking at it, he let out a long sigh.
"They're all the corpses of our own people. There isn't even a single corpse over there. At most, there are only some broken limbs!" Meng Wu Ya's voice was filled with sincere respect: "They're really thorough …"
"General. These people must have gone mad! It's as if they don't care about their own lives! " That Ink Cloud Guard Commander's body swayed. Finally, he couldn't support himself and fell to the ground: "Facing such an enemy, we are completely helpless. Conventional battle tactics are completely useless, and we can't avoid them. We can only use our own bodies to resist! So many brothers sacrificed themselves like this. The situation at that time was really too tragic. "
"How many people did we lose in this battle?" Meng Wu Ya asked.
"Ink Cloud Guard, one hundred and seventy people died. Thirty-five silver-armored soldiers. " That Ink Cloud Guard Commander smiled bitterly: "More than two hundred brothers died just like that. It only took half a cup of tea's time from beginning to end."
Meng Wu Ya sighed deeply.
At that time, ten thousand people had followed him out. So far, close to a thousand had been lost!
Although more than ten percent of the targeted enemies had been killed, the remaining people were probably more difficult to deal with.
As a general, what kind of enemies were the most difficult to deal with?
Calm enemies, cruel enemies, enemies with brains, enemies with wisdom and so on. Enemies who were not afraid of death, without a doubt, could always be listed in the top three of this list!
Meng Wu Ya was silent for a while. He looked at the soldiers beside him: I brought these people out. In the future, how many of them can safely return with me?
And how many of them will be buried here forever?
He said silently: "Chase!"
No matter what, things had come to this point. There was no turning back, and there was no turning back.
Chu Yang couldn't, and he couldn't either.
…
At this moment, Chu Yang's whole body was almost rotten.
Since that unavoidable battle in the dense forest, the battles had been one after another. He didn't know when he would encounter a group of people. After a battle, he would fight desperately and finally break out of the encirclement and escape. Then, not long after, he would encounter another group of people again. It continued like this, as if it had become some kind of cycle.
The pursuit was like a drizzle in the sky, a continuous rain in autumn; once it started, it would be endless and never stop.
Now, it was raining, and the ground was fighting.
The rain continued to fall, and the battles continued one after another.
Chu Yang could only guarantee one thing now: He would use all means to not be surrounded by the enemy. But encountering a battle was destined to be unavoidable. It was a situation that he had to face.
Compared to the others, Chu Yang's body was undoubtedly the most injured. Although his cultivation was not the highest among them, he had to rush to the front.
This was because he was now the soul of this team.
If Chu Yang had not been rushing forward, and opening a path, these people would have been in despair.
Only Chu Yang could give these people a subtle feeling of 'we still have hope'!
Roughly estimating, the injuries on Chu Yang's body in these few days were at least four to five hundred!
Four to five hundred!
This was a shocking number.
And Chu Yang had used four incomplete versions of the heavy pills so far.
If it wasn't for the surging spiritual energy in his body that continuously healed his wounds and increased his physical strength, even if Chu Yang had a hundred heavy pills, they would have been used up long ago!
Fortune and misfortune depended on each other, and misfortune hid within each other!
The fusion of the tribulation space and the Divine Palace of the Medicine King caused the extreme backflow of spiritual energy, causing the tribulation space to be temporarily sealed. This caused Chu Yang to lose his biggest life-saving trump card, but it also provided Chu Yang with another near-perpetual source of spiritual energy, supporting Chu Yang's eternal source of power!
Now, the way everyone looked at Chu Yang changed again. It was as if they were looking at a high mountain, or it should be said that they were looking at a demon.
They had never seen anyone who could fight like this.
Or simply using the word 'fight' was not enough to describe the terrifying extent of his state!
It seemed as if Chu Yang couldn't be beaten to death. He had rushed out of the forest of swords and sabers a moment ago. His entire body was covered in blood, and he was on the verge of death. But, the next moment, he would be full of energy, and would enter the next wave of battle in perfect condition.
Once again, he was covered in wounds. Then, he fled for his life again. Once again, he participated in the battle. He was still the first to charge and take the lead …
Not to mention that he was made of flesh, even if he was made of iron, he would have already fallen apart by now. But Chu Yang actually hadn't fallen yet. It seemed that he could still persist. Perhaps he could persist for a long, long time, or even forever …
Everyone was first surprised, then amazed, then horrified, then admired, and finally worshiped and worshiped him!
After continuing to flee like this, there were only fifty people left with Chu Yang. The last fifty people.
Other than the three who disobeyed the order and were beheaded in public, the rest of the team of two hundred people had already fallen on the road of being hunted down and turned into a shocking explosion, filling the sky with flesh and blood. However, along the way, more than a hundred Ink Cloud Guards and more than four hundred silver-armored soldiers had also fallen here, becoming cold corpses that shared the spring.
Just these few days of chasing, including the encounter at the beginning, Mo Yuntian's people had already paid an expensive price of no less than one thousand and three hundred people! Such a high price made Meng Wu Ya's heart ache so much that he was trembling.
This made all the Ink Cloud Guards and silver-armored soldiers gnash their teeth and fight even harder …
Under such a mentality, it led to the subsequent battles becoming more and more dangerous.
Even the fifty people who were still able to escape with Chu Yang were all covered with cuts and bruises. Not a single one of them could be found unscathed.
Now, at this moment, the only thing that could still support everyone to persevere was Chu Yang's indomitable fighting spirit!
Poof!
Chu Yang plunged into a puddle. He didn't care how turbid and dirty the water in the puddle was. He just opened his mouth and gulped down mouthfuls of water.
The Tribulation Space couldn't be opened. The fresh water resources that Chu Yang had never seen as a problem had been completely used up for a long time.
The continuous autumn rain was like the continuous sorrow of spring.
Puddles after puddles gathered on the ground. The water in each puddle had an earthy yellow color, with unknown things floating on top.
The fifty people just supported each other like this, lying in the puddles and gulping down mouthfuls of water.
Hunger was nothing to first-rate experts like them. However, thirst was something that all experts and powerhouses could not lack. Especially when they had lost a large amount of blood from the continuous attacks!
Countless silt and turbid water rushed into their stomachs together.
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