Chapter 1007

Slaughter was still taking place all around them. Powerful life forms were being wiped out like weeds, becoming extremely cheap. It was as if the most precious works of art were being burned by fire just for the simplest form of warmth.

Lychee's voice made Su Bai feel detached for a moment.

Yes.

The battlefield was the place where people could get lost, because all that was left in your mind was the most primitive killing. That kind of nervousness, excitement, impulsiveness, and hot-bloodedness would run through your entire emotions.

Even Su Bai was no exception. He was completely immersed in the atmosphere just now.

He saw Fatso's body being destroyed, Lord Zeng blocking the Qin soldiers' attacks with a hatchet, and the monk burning his dharma body.

Lychee's voice was silent, but it woke him up.

You still have things to do.

I'm waiting for you.

I've waited for you for so long.

You should have had enough fun.

It's time to get down to business.

This was probably what Lychee meant.

Perhaps, Lychee did not care about the outcome of this conflict. What she wanted to do was revenge. Her hatred was no less than Su Bai's, and might even be more extreme than Su Bai's. This was because Lychee could even use Hai Meimei like trash, while Su Bai at least had some ties.

But to leave now?

Su Bai believed that if he expressed his desire to leave, Xu Fu would not stop him. He could not wait for him to leave.

But if he left, then Fatso, the monk, and Lord Zeng would be in even more danger.

Life was a process of constantly making choices. It was obvious that Lychee's patience was running out. She had waited here for so long, and even spent so much effort to avoid being detected by the Qin army, just to wait for Su Bai's arrival.

Su Bai, on the other hand, had become a "listener" and started fighting with the Qin army.

For the sake of broadcasting?

For the sake of that adulterous couple?

You and I have been toyed by them, and yet you're still fighting for them?

What a joke.

"Don't bother me."

Su Bai muttered to himself, but he believed that Lychee could hear him.

Then, Su Bai joined the battle again.

The battle continued.

However, the number of big shots in the audience started to decrease. Originally, there were about 160 to 170 big shots, but now, there were less than 60 left. Meanwhile, the Qin army's momentum was getting stronger and stronger.

Big shots were worthless here. Death was just a matter of minutes.

Everyone struggled to survive from the Gu Raising Mode, but in the end, most of them just wanted to be cannon fodder for a moment.

It was ironic and cold, but it was the truth.

While Fatso's Primordial Spirit was protected by Lord Zeng, Lord Zeng could barely defend himself. Lord Zeng, of course.

Tyrant had also fallen into a state of dispiritedness, especially when Xu Fu appeared in front of him and tapped his glabella with a finger. Tyrant's soul was severely injured and he was sent flying.

If Su Bai had not helped the monk block a few Qin soldiers in time, it was likely that the monk would have been dismembered.

On the other side, Jie Ling was in an even worse state. Boss Liang was entangled, and Jie Ling's illusory art could not gain much advantage in this kind of close combat. He was covered in wounds and was in a critical situation.

Boss Liang roared from time to time, but it was to no avail. A few generals kept their eyes on him and pestered him.

Chen Ru and Hills were still fighting, and so were the others. But what they were competing in was nothing more than exchanging heads for heads. But the cruel thing was that even though the Qin soldiers had sacrificed a hundred of their comrades in exchange for an advantage, they still outnumbered the audience at this stage of the game.

Especially on the other side, there were fifty fully armed Qin soldiers rushing over. These were the backup forces that Xu Fu had left behind for himself, and they could be considered as fresh troops.

With these 50 Qin soldiers as the foundation, the army continued to close in on the battlefield. At the same time, the Qin soldiers who came out of the battle began to return to their ranks. Like a rolling snowball, they formed a formation of about 200 people.

And now, the circle of the audience that was heavily injured and heavily injured could no longer form a formation or fight head-on against the Qin army in the same way they did before.

As the Qin army pressed forward, the hundreds of thousands of Qin barbarians who were watching from the surroundings kept roaring and growling furiously.

It was like a passionate symphony was about to usher in the real climax. At the same time, it was time for the curtain call.

Bam!

Boss Liang tore a Qin soldier in front of him into pieces.

At the same time, his body was pierced by three swords. But in the next moment, he broke the swords in his body and broke free from the entanglement. He came to Jie Ling's side.

Jie Ling knelt on the ground, no longer having the strength to speak.

"Valiant Old Qin, we shall fight together!"

"Until our blood runs dry, we shall not rest!"

An ancient war song sounded.

The army advanced.

One after another, the big shots died in front of this army. Their bodies crumbled, and their souls were crushed.

The Qin army was like a vacuum cleaner, starting the final cleaning.

Su Bai's figure landed next to the monk and the others. The remaining fifty or so audience members also slowly gathered together. Everyone was struggling at death's door.

The outcome of the battle was completely tilted. The defeat could only be decided by the final coffin.

The spear was in front, the shield was in front, and the crossbowmen were at the back.

The army continued to advance, devouring the lives of the big shots in the audience one after another.

"Da Bai, you should go." Fatso's primordial spirit looked very dispirited. "Go, do what you want to do. We have lost."

Lord Zeng also looked at Da Bai and nodded.

They had no choice but to fight until the end and wait for the result.

But Su Bai was different.

He had other choices.

At the very least,

Even if the final outcome was death, Su Bai could still do what he had always wanted to do before he died. At this point, Su Bai could be said to have done all he could for them.

In fact, it was not that the audience members who came this time did not have the strength to fight, but it was difficult for them to win. It was impossible for them to sacrifice themselves for the sake of the overall situation like the Qin soldiers.

Everyone fought to survive, not for the greater good, nor to sacrifice themselves for others. But the Qin army was different. They were willing to give up everything for a belief, for the rebirth of that dynasty.

The Qin army's battle formation had already pushed forward, and the audience had nowhere to retreat.

Lord Zeng picked up the hatchet again, the monk stood up, and Boss Liang and the others took the initiative to go up to them.

Even if they were crushed by this torrent, they had to at least hold on for a while longer.

It wasn't for victory, but to make his death a little more meaningful, a little more meaningful.

What a ridiculous reason and motive, but it was what the remaining big shots in the audience were thinking.

Su Bai also stood up, but he did not leave.

To be honest, this was not the time to be impulsive.

However, for some reason, Su Bai did not want to leave. Especially after he left, Fatso, Monk, Lord Zeng, and the others would die one by one.

"Do you still want to die with them?" Lychee's voice came again. "Have you forgotten your hatred? Have you forgotten your determination to take revenge? "

Su Bai did not care about Lychee's reminder. He had more than one thing to do, but at this time, he really could not weigh the pros and cons.

He could only …

Focus on what was in front of him.

"You can't die. You can't be so naive!"

Lychee was still nagging. This woman used to treat Su Bai like gold. One sentence could make Su Bai understand several layers of meaning. But now, she had finally put down her pride.

She was poison.

But Su Bai was the last bayonet.

She knew that poison could not kill them. The last knife still needed Su Bai to do it.

If Su Bai died in battle just like that,

Then what was the point of her forbearance?

However, Su Bai really did not care about her reminder.

The battle …

It was once again white-hot.

Boss Liang carried the heavily injured Jie Ling and continued to fight.

Lord Zeng's hatchet broke, and his entire body was pierced by the spear.

The monk was forcefully trampled. He had a shield on his body and was constantly hammered.

Fatso's primordial spirit trembled in the crossbow and was about to collapse.

Su Bai's eyes were red. He ignored the several weapons piercing his body and used his fangs to tear the neck of a Qin soldier in front of him, tearing apart his soul.

More than ten Qin soldiers stabbed their weapons at Su Bai, turning Su Bai's body into a hornet's nest. However, Su Bai's feet were still firmly on the ground, competing with the other party in terms of strength.

Chen Ru, Hills, Yan Huihong, Thunderbolt Tower, and the other big shots who were still alive were still making their final struggles. This scene could not be said to be tragic, but tragic.

Xu Fu floated in the air, a sinister smile on his lips.

It had been two thousand years.

This war that had spanned two thousand years.

Great Qin.

They were finally going to win!

God bless Great Qin.

God bless Ancestral Dragon!

"Isn't it good to be a human?"

At that moment, Old Fugui's words appeared in Su Bai's mind.

However …

But this world is forcing you to become a ghost.

"Ahhhhh!!!"

More than ten Qin soldiers pushed their weapons forward. Su Bai was forcefully pushed back by them. Along the way, blood flowed.

Lord Zeng was pierced by the spear and began to crack. His body was almost torn in half.

Fatso's primordial spirit was hit by an arrow and began to slowly dissipate.

The monk's body had already begun to crack, and his vitality was almost exhausted.

Boss Liang could not move anymore, and Jie Ling on his back was also on his last breath.

Chen Ru was suppressed by a row of shield soldiers, and long spears stabbed into his body.

Thunderbolt Tower blocked a saber for Yan Huihong and collapsed.

Death …

It was as if in the next moment …

The bell of death …

Was about to ring!

…

On the train,

The little guy was building his own building blocks.

He knew that his father had asked him to stay here and play by himself.

Then, his father would come to pick him up. His father had said that he would not leave him behind. If they were to leave, they would leave together.

So …

He wanted to listen to his father.

Stay here and play well.

Play seriously.

The little guy was smiling because his building blocks were piling higher and higher. Without his mischievous father to do little damage, his building blocks were getting smoother and smoother.

However, the little guy's eyes were filled with tears.

On one side, he was smiling.

On the other side, he was crying.

"Papa … Xuan Xuan is good … Xuan Xuan is good …"

The little guy who could only say "Papa" finally knew how to say other words.