The situation of the battle became simple and direct. Hill and Tyrant charged at the front while the rest of the listeners helped them from the flanks, doing their best to share some of the pressure.
Under the pressure of the Qin army, the audience finally learned what was the real cooperation, and what was the real team battle.
In the past, broadcasters had tried a team mode in the story world, but there was no more after that. Therefore, the listeners were best at one-on-one battles or sneak attacks. Most of the listeners were not used to having them form a team to face a strong opponent.
But humans were forced to do so.
Tyrant and Hill were like two sharp blades that pierced into the Qin army's formation. The previous round of confrontation made it clear to the listeners that as long as the Qin army's formation wasn't broken, it would be difficult for them to pose any real threat or damage to the Qin army.
At this moment, Tyrant's Dharma image was solemn. A Buddha's Body was summoned and the majestic Buddha's Might rolled over like a roaring river!
Hill opened his arms and a Gate of Hell appeared behind him. A giant Devil God's Hand was summoned. Every time he summoned a Devil God, it would consume a lot of his energy. But at this moment, he could only pry open the tortoise shell in front of him with the power of a thunderbolt!
"Boom!"
"Boom!"
Two loud explosions shook the Qin army's formation. Tyrant smashed his Buddhist beads towards the shield-wielding Qin soldiers in front of him, while Hillers thrust both his swords at the same time.
"Kacha!"
The structure of the army was torn apart. The shield-wielding soldier in front of them first had his shield shattered, then his whole body was torn into pieces.
The nearby Qin soldiers quickly closed in, trying to fill the gap. But Tyrant's body flickered with golden light as he squeezed through, forcefully using his Buddha's Light to block the surrounding Qin soldiers. It wasn't easy for them to create this gap. Once the army recovered, all their efforts would be in vain.
Hill's swords were broken, but he didn't hesitate to transform his blood essence into sword energy and thrust it forward. The Qin soldiers who were pressuring Tyrant were stabbed.
The immovable Qin army had finally fallen into a state of stagnation under the relentless attacks of Tyrant and Hilles. The audience members nearby were like resentful wives who had been away from home for a long time, pouncing on them like wolves and tigers.
In truth, the Qin soldiers' individual combat ability was not strong. This was because their individual strength could not compare to the audience who were stronger and more skilled than them. Because of this, when the military formation could not continue, the advantage of the audience's strength was finally revealed.
The rhythm of the massacre sped up, but this time, it was a one-sided massacre.
On the other side, the Qin cavalry had also turned around and launched their second assault, hoping to use this method to cover their formation. With Fatty as the representative, a number of Enhancers in the formation cast a formation. At this time, Fatty's body started to emit red smoke. This was because he had received the support of a few Array Masters by his side.
At this moment, Fatso had the illusion that he could defy the heavens, the earth, and the air. He pointed to the sky as if he was punishing on behalf of the heavens. In an instant, heavenly thunder rumbled and fell.
One after another, crimson thunderbolts as thick as electric poles kept smashing down. Although the Qin cavalry did not suffer a great loss in this round of bombardment, they had lost the driving force to charge forward, and their rhythm was thrown into disorder by the explosions.
Fatso gathered his strength and took advantage of the fact that the formation masters around him were still supporting him. With the thought that he wanted to enjoy himself to his heart's content, he began his Yi Qi Turning Three Pure Ones.
In an instant, the image of a Dao Venerate appeared in the sky. However, the face of this image was Fatso's. His sage-like demeanor and extraordinary aura was greatly reduced when he saw this face.
"Destroy!"
The Dao Venerate's finger pressed down.
A mysterious aura spread out in all directions, and the warhorses under the Qin soldiers all fell into a state of stagnation. Some of them even disintegrated, their souls and bodies completely separated.
"F * ck, this feels great!"
Fatso roared. But in less than three seconds, the formation masters could no longer bear the burden and fell to the ground. Fatso himself also fell heavily to the ground, as if his body had been sucked dry.
More than half of the Qin cavalry was destroyed, and the military formation was dissected. The situation of the battle was very clear. What was left was nothing more than killing, the most primitive killing.
The audience's celestial devices and various bloodlines played a great role at this time. Some of them turned into the shadow of a Magic God of Light, supporting the audience nearby, while others released a cursed aura to weaken the Qin soldiers on a large scale.
Lord Zeng's hatchet had long been soaked in blood, and he himself had been killing like a madman. This was no longer a battle, but more like a game of endurance.
At this moment, he could only rely on his instincts to speak.
Two Western enhanced fighters were bombarding the Qin soldiers, almost burning their own Fighting Energy. They were only responsible for destroying the enemy's resistance, while the assassins, witches, and other enhanced audience members were responsible for harvesting the lives of the enemy.
The battlefield was the best place to learn, and the killing was also the best way to hone one's teamwork. The long and boring stalemate also made the audience members more cooperative. Each of them knew that it was not easy to cultivate this kind of tacit understanding, and it was likely that they would have to rely on this tacit understanding to struggle for survival in the other world in the future. So no one hid anything, and there was no need to. Everyone had become teammates in the same trench.
At this time, this batch of Qin soldiers finally collapsed, but they did not retreat. Even if they were just NPCs simulated by the broadcast, according to the broadcast's understanding of the Qin soldiers, they knew that these Qin soldiers would not flee no matter what situation they were in. So this group of NPCs did not retreat.
But helplessly, even if they fought to the end, without the support of the army, once they were left alone, they became vulnerable lambs. Their lives were constantly being harvested, and the battle was finally pushed to the end. It was like a passionate band playing the last long note at the end.
Hill's sword pierced through the Qin commander in general armor in front of him. The commander's eyes seemed to show relief, and so did Hill. After the stab, he also knelt on one knee, panting heavily. Golden blood flowed out of the corner of his mouth, and his body trembled uncontrollably, spasming. The demon god that he had summoned earlier seemed to be roaring in anger, because Hill had not delivered the sacrifice he had promised in time, and because Hill was now almost drained, and could no longer make an offering.
This battle had damaged his vitality, and his injuries were too severe. He had never fought for such a long time before. Even the duel he had with Su Bai in the Land of Proving Dao took a very short time, and both sides sought to end the battle as quickly as possible.
Cracks had appeared on the monk's golden body, and after killing the last Qin soldier, he also knelt on the ground. The golden body then dissipated, and blood began to flow from his body. It was a tragic sight.
After the last Qin soldier was killed by an enhanced warrior, all the listeners on the messy battlefield knelt on the ground. They had overdrawn their spirit, overdrawn their strength, and even overdrawn their bloodlines.
When the last Qin soldier was killed by an Enhanced Dou Qi user, on the messy battlefield, all the spectators knelt on the ground. They had overdrawn their spirit, overdrawn their strength, and some had even overdrawn their bloodlines.
Injuries needed time to recover, and overdrawn strength needed even more time to replenish. But even after this wave of attacks, the broadcast did not announce the end of the mission. Based on the current situation, it seemed that there would be another wave of attacks.
Injuries needed time to recover, and overdrawn strength needed even more time to replenish. But even after this wave of attacks, the broadcast did not announce the end of the mission. Based on the current situation, it seemed that there would be another wave of attacks.
Everyone was licking their wounds. While they still had lingering fears about the previous battle, they calmed their emotions and prepared for the next wave of attacks that might come later.
Fatso's face was pressed against the ground, and from time to time, there would be stinky blood flowing over. He forced himself to half-kneel, moved a few meters, and then knelt down again.
At this time, someone handed him a cigarette.
Fatso opened his mouth and said, "It's too weak."
The person put the cigarette into Fatso's mouth, and then lit it for Fatso with a lighter.
Fatso took two puffs of the cigarette, and puffed out smoke rings from his nostrils.
"Hoo hoo …"
Finally, he felt a little better. Fatty really wanted to find a bed and have a good sleep, or go to a club to take a bubble bath, and have a bubble bath service.
Putting aside the messy thoughts in his mind, Fatso turned his head with difficulty and looked at the person who had just handed him the cigarette.
The person's clothes were neat and tidy, and he looked calm and composed. It was a stark contrast to the almost empty audience. Hills looked over, and so did the monk and Lord Zeng. Many of the audience members looked at him in confusion. Everyone was exhausted after the battle, and now, an outsider suddenly appeared. This feeling was like a new student suddenly appearing in the class after military training.
"Da Bai, where have you been …" Fatso asked weakly, "Did the broadcast arrange for you to train with an opponent alone? Damn it, I feel like I'm about to collapse. The battle just now was just too fierce. "
From Fatso's point of view, Su Bai should have been sent to a more dangerous place, and his situation should be more difficult than theirs. However, Su Bai's complexion did not look like it.
"I met my dad on the way and chatted with him for a while," Su Bai replied casually.
"…" Fatso was speechless.
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