That North Korean fighter had noticed Xiatian's presence.
He had noticed it when he was on the second floor. Those people had retreated as soon as that man returned. That was a testament to how special that man was. Furthermore, that man had actually addressed Guardian Yang as' brother '.
Who was Guardian Yang?
He was one of the two great guardians of the Maoshan Sect, and he enjoyed a very high status.
However, that man had actually addressed Guardian Yang as' brother '. Guardian Yang actually went to him as soon as he called him that, and Guardian Yang listened to him very well. That was more than enough to prove that the man was no ordinary man.
Furthermore, he was able to tell that the man had been poisoned.
That was because the man was lying on the palanquin, and he seemed to have no strength left in him.
He was very familiar with such a situation.
"The Sorrowful Breeze." That North Korean third master coldly said, "This man is too dangerous. Kill him before he recovers at all costs."
That North Korean third master gave the order.
All 50 North Korean fighters charged at Xiatian as soon as they heard that order.
"Protect the Deputy Chief," Guardian Yang shouted.
All of the fighters from the Maoshan Sect fought with their lives on the line, especially those who had been with Xiatian before. Xiatian had done them a favor, and Xiatian held a very high place in their hearts.
It was a bloody battle.
One side was determined to kill Xiatian with their lives on the line, while the other side was determined to protect Xiatian with their lives on the line. Both sides clashed right away, and there were casualties in the first round of fighting.
"Brothers, protect the Deputy Chief with your lives!" The fighters from the Maoshan Sect were very imposing.
"Kill him! I'll reward whoever kills him handsomely! " That North Korean third master shouted as he charged at Lu Xuan. He was simply too fast, and he had been waiting for the right moment to launch a sneak attack.
Those from the Maoshan Sect were unable to react at all.
That fighter from the Maoshan Sect was about to reach Xiatian, and he believed that he would definitely be able to kill Xiatian.
Boom!
At this moment, a huge ghost crashed into him.
It was Guardian Yang.
Protector Yang blocked the attack.
"You have a death wish, trying to kill my brother." Guardian Yang charged at that North Korean third master right away.
"It's you again, Protector Yang. I've long heard of your great name. Today, I'd like to see how you'll die." The Third Martial Uncle of North Korea looked at Guardian Yang coldly and continued, "I heard that you are the most trusted person of that Maoshan Old Monster. If I kill you, I'm afraid he will go crazy."
"Come at me if you have the ability." Protector Yang and the Third Uncle of North Korea began to fight.
Xiatian closed his eyes. He was counting down. The poison of the Paralyzing Wind of Sorrow was slowly dissolving. There were only five minutes left. Five minutes later, the poison of the Paralyzing Wind of Sorrow would be completely dispelled.
Now, Xiatian was burning with anxiety. These North Korean experts were very strong. Although Mao Mountain had a lot of people and treasures, these North Korean experts seemed to have been specially trained to counter them.
Therefore, Mao Mountain was not in a good situation at the moment. Even Guardian Yang was losing ground.
Protector Yang had never been so sullen in a fight. He didn't know where to start at all. The opponent's Third Martial Uncle's fighting style was very strange. It seemed that he had completely suppressed his ability. He was now completely powerless.
"Damn it. What kind of fighting style is this?" Protector Yang frowned.
"Hmph, what kind of bullsh * t protector is this?" The Third Martial Uncle of North Korea snorted and said with disdain.
"Brother, how much longer do you need? I can't hold on for much longer." Protector Yang transmitted his voice to Xiatian. He used a kind of paper talisman. He didn't need to speak. He just needed to think and it could be transmitted to Xiatian's ears.
"Two minutes. Give me two more minutes. This person knows the weakness of Mao Mountain. Put away the ghost and then attack his lower body. His footsteps are very messy. It seems that he is not familiar with this fighting style." Xiatian said directly.
Protector Yang's eyes lit up when he heard Xiatian's words. He really admired Xiatian.
He could see these subtle changes with his eyes closed.
Protector Yang instantly put away the ghost. Then, a paper talisman appeared in his hand. The paper talisman kept attacking the Third Martial Uncle's lower body. The attack was not strong, but it made the Third Martial Uncle of North Korea flustered.
The footwork he used was not familiar to him. He used it forcibly. It was already very messy. Now that he was attacked by Protector Yang, it became even more chaotic.
"Haha, I got it." Protector Yang said excitedly.
"Damn it. How did you see through it?" The Third Martial Uncle of North Korea's face changed and kept retreating.
Xiatian was very anxious now. He had a strong sense of crisis. This sense of crisis was unprecedented. It was getting closer and closer to him.
"There's still one and a half minutes. You must be quick." Xiatian said anxiously.
At this time, the battle between Protector Yang and the Third Martial Uncle was getting more and more intense. Protector Yang had already gained the upper hand, while the Third Martial Uncle of North Korea was retreating step by step. The people of Mao Mountain also listened to Protector Yang's advice and began to attack the lower body of these North Korean masters.
Boom!
At that moment, a loud sound was heard. Smoke and dust rose all around, and the ground shook. A lot of people gathered from all around. Their breaths were very chaotic, and there were all kinds of people.
"They're here. They're finally here," the Third Martial Uncle of North Korea said excitedly.
In just an instant, 700 to 800 masters gathered from all around. There were masters of North Korea, masters of the Witchcraft Sect, tomb raiders, and many other forces. They seemed to have formed an alliance.
They all gathered around.
"Sh * t." Protector Yang's face changed. There were too many people there. There was no way less than 90 of them could kill them all.
Whoosh!
A distress signal was sent, but that signal could only be seen by the disciples of Mao Mountain on the fifth floor.
He had no idea where the other Mao Mountain disciples were at the moment.
For a moment, the group of 90 people from Mao Mountain was in danger.
Protector Yang, the two sect masters, and those masters.
That was the current fighting force of Mao Mountain.
There were already 50 North Korean masters on the other side. With so many more coming, it was obvious that they were prepared.
"Brother, what should we do now?" Protector Yang frowned.
"I still need one more minute," Xiatian said to himself.
"Okay, I'll think of a way to buy them one more minute," Protector Yang said quietly.
At that moment, Xiatian was even more anxious. That sense of crisis did not weaken, which meant that the danger that Xiatian felt was not from this group of people, but something else. What was it?
One more minute.
However, that sense of crisis was getting closer and closer to him.
At that moment, at the entrance of the fifth floor …
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