The broadcast would not allow this group of people to be killed, and Su Bai knew this very well. Similarly, the listeners who were fighting in the battle were also very clear about this. However, if this maneuver ended in failure, it would be tantamount to sentencing all the listeners present to death with a reprieve.
If they could not even defeat the simulated NPCs, how were they going to face the last elites of the Great Qin Empire in the other world in the future?
The failure now was equivalent to planting a seed in the bottom of their hearts, and it could also be considered as setting a tone.
Therefore, no one would give up. The audience members, who were good at self-defense and the principle of "I will die for you", showed a very high team quality in this battle. No one left any leeway, and no one left any trump cards. Everyone knew that whether they could live freely in that world for a few hundred years in the future depended on whether they could defeat that group of Qin people.
Hill's hair was disheveled. The continuous release of Sword Aura had caused great damage to his body. His original elegance and ease had begun to disappear, and he became more and more frenzied. He was a little like a shrew who was unwilling to lose a game of cards.
Streaks of Sword Aura were no longer orderly when they were released. Rather than calling it a battle, it would be better to say that they were throwing a tantrum at the end.
Lord Zeng was about to rush into the battle formation to help the monk a few times, but he was always intercepted at the last moment by the Qin soldiers.
The shield-bearers around him kept pressing on, and the monk's golden body had long been cracked. However, he was still fighting with all his might. Compared to the listeners outside who could not enter, the situation inside the battle formation was actually more dangerous.
The two enhanced fighters were already covered in blood, but they still gritted their teeth and persevered.
The Qin soldiers' battle formation began to change, sometimes contracting and sometimes slowing down. This meant that the Qin soldiers were controlling the situation on the battlefield. What they were doing now was nothing more than to control the development of the battle in a more relaxed manner. While killing the enemy, they tried their best to reduce their own casualties.
Among the Qin soldiers' battle formation, a white-haired old general was making arrangements. His eyes were like torches, but his face was still pale yellow. Every Qin soldier here had the same expression, as if the broadcaster had specially marked the NPCs it simulated.
"Enter!"
No one knew if the old general had a name in history, but under his command, the pressure on the listeners increased. The individual strength of this batch of Qin soldiers was not strong. Most of them were only at the level of a low-level high-level listener. Some were even at the level of a veteran listener. That was why, in the beginning, most of the 20 or so soldiers were at the level of a high-level listener. They were on the defensive, and the listeners were on the offensive. But now, the balance was slowly tilting towards the side of the Qin soldiers.
"Return!"
In the end, Hilles did not completely lose his rationality. At this moment, he made the most correct decision. However, he also knew that once he made this decision, his side would no longer be able to continue in one go. They would only be left with exhaustion, and this group of Qin soldiers would have complete control over the situation. Even if they slowly whittled them down, they would still be able to whittle them down.
His choice was nothing more than to fail earlier or later.
A white lotus appeared on top of Tyrant's head, and the radiance of the white lotus healed the damage done to Tyrant's Golden Body. At the same time, the 2 Enhanced Qi Enhancers also ignited their own energy.
Hilles's entire left arm started to burn, and a majestic sword energy came whistling from the horizon.
Fatso and the group of formation masters also formed a new formation.
"Boom!"
The listeners once again exerted their strength.
This time, it was not to destroy the enemy's formation, but to break out of the encirclement and rescue their comrades who were trapped.
Under this attack, the Qin army's formation became sluggish. It did not collapse, but it was no longer able to trap the charging listeners like before.
The 2 Enhanced Qi Enhancers, Tyrant, and Hilles successfully broke out of the encirclement. The surrounding listeners joined hands to stop them, and finally, the 4 people from before had a chance to catch their breath.
"Attack!"
The old general waved his sword.
The Qin army's formation was once again reorganized. The crossbowmen shot out their arrows, and the space in front of them exploded and distorted. Then, the shield-bearers pressed forward, and the dagger-bearers supported them. The speed of the formation increased.
The listeners were gradually unable to hold on, but no one tried to escape. Everyone knew that there was no point in running away in this world.
If they were to encounter such a situation in the other world, there would be many who would have the same thought.
This was a game, and everyone's mentality was different.
"The Three Pure Ones are like me, and I am like the Three Pure Ones!"
Fatso took a step forward alone. In an instant, the few formation masters behind him had a look of fear on their faces. This was because Fatso was extracting energy from their bodies without any restraint.
Previously, everyone's support for Fatso was based on how much they were willing to give to Fatso. But now, Fatso was taking it from them.
Su Bai, who originally had his back facing the battlefield, turned to look at Fatso with interest. This was because Fatso was using the Third Cycle of Ancient Zombie Technique, but Fatso had only scratched the surface.
In the past, Su Bai had copied the tombstones and the Third Cycle of Ancient Zombie Technique from the Land of Dao Proving. Fatso, Tyrant, and Lord Zeng could take them as they pleased. Who would have thought that Fatso had also figured out a little about the Third Cycle of Ancient Zombie Technique.
Unfortunately, this cultivation method was incomplete. Originally, only Fugui could cultivate it because he was the most special person in this world. The reason why he was able to cultivate it was because Old Fugui had helped him pave the way. It was equivalent to giving him that special qualification.
Fatso had only scratched the surface, and he could only learn a little. In fact, if these formation masters chose to reject the connection, Fatso wouldn't be able to extract their energy.
But these formation masters didn't do so. After some hesitation, they acquiesced to this situation.
Everyone wanted to win.
Even if they had to pay a heavy price, they wanted to win!
A blue light radiated from Fatso's body. At this moment, he looked like he was wearing the Green Cloud Boots, Five Daoist Robes, and Wudang Crown. He had the demeanor of an immortal. His realm had broken through from the Intermediate Level to the Advanced Level, but this breakthrough was fake. It would return to its original state later.
"Open for me, this Dao Grandpa!"
At this moment, Fatso was like the patriarch of the heavens. For a moment, the Qin army that was pressing forward stagnated as if they had fallen into a swamp. At the same time, the bodies of the shield-bearers at the front exploded. The Qin soldiers at the back were also sent flying. The gap that Tyrant, Hill, and the others couldn't find with all their might was forcefully smashed open by Fatso.
Of course, after such a flashy performance, Fatso's body began to twitch. Black blood flowed out from his eyes, ears, mouth, and nose. His corporeal body seemed to have collapsed and his Yuan Shen was showing signs of leaving his body.
The bodies of the formation masters around him also began to crack. Clearly, this was a price they couldn't bear. If it wasn't for the fact that they knew that the broadcast would heal their injuries when they returned to the real world after completing this story, they wouldn't have paid such a huge price.
But perhaps, this was the purpose of the broadcast. It wanted the listeners to learn how to put their lives on the line. Only then would they be able to fight for themselves in the other world.
Hill's bloodied arms spread open. A sword energy seeped into his forehead. Then, he became one with his sword and rushed towards the opening.
Behind Tyrant, Huiguo Monk's avatar appeared. Under the support of the avatar, Tyrant's aura rose sharply and rushed into the opening created by Fatso.
At this moment, all the listeners began to burn their origin energy or use their secret arts. In any case, the broadcast would make up for the deficit. In short, no one was willing to lose this drill. Once they lost, it would be hard to avoid a shadow in their hearts.
Under the continuous attacks, the formation of the Qin army, which was initially full of vigor and vigor, started to have problems again. The old general tried again and again to make up for this problem, but it was like dominoes. When one fell, the rest could only fall together with it.
Fatso's attack just now was a little earth-shattering. It was just like how in a football field, a star could use a flash of inspiration to end the battle. This was something that couldn't be predicted or defended against.
"Withdraw the formation, kill!"
The old general watched as the soldiers under his command died in the hands of the listeners in order to make up for the deficit in the formation. He immediately gave the order to withdraw the formation and fight in a scattered manner.
He knew that the listeners in front of him were already an arrow at the end of its flight.
Thirty armored soldiers stood beside the old general while the rest of the soldiers charged forward. Their goal was to use their lives to exhaust the enemy's strength and origin energy.
The cruelty of war was fully displayed at this moment.
Human life was worthless.
After smashing seven to eight Qin soldiers in a row, Tyrant's avatar finally dissipated and he fell to the ground. He had tried his best.
Lord Zeng slashed a Qin soldier who was trying to get close to him and knelt down on one knee beside Tyrant. The two looked at each other and smiled.
The situation of the battle was clear. This time, the Qin soldiers should have been defeated again. They had been defeated by the audience's All or Nothing, and they had also been defeated by the fatty's Flash of Inspiration. The current situation was equivalent to a massacre.
However, the thirty Qin soldiers beside the old general suddenly emitted a strange energy fluctuation. Their eyes began to turn red.
The Qin soldiers around them were dying. Their flesh rotted quickly and their souls were shattered, turning into fertilizer and entering the bodies of the thirty Qin soldiers.
At the same time, the aura of the thirty Qin soldiers began to rise, from a low-level to a mid-level.
They lost.
They lost.
Tyrant gave up, Lord Zeng also gave up.
They were not worried that they would be killed, for the broadcast would not allow such a thing to happen. However, the feeling of not being able to usher in victory despite giving their all was not good. Everyone in the audience was an outstanding person, but as long as they were human, they would have their own emotions. When everyone had the thought of not being able to win despite giving their all, the next time they went to that world, the situation and cohesion would be very bad.
It was also at this moment that the old general suddenly let out an angry roar. He saw that on the other side of the battlefield, there was a person who was absorbing the blood energy of the fallen Qin soldiers in an even more frenzied manner!
In fact, the speed and amount of blood he absorbed was much faster than the thirty Qin soldiers on his side!
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