Chapter 937

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.

However, people 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 as a Buddha's body appeared and pressed down. Majestic Buddha's aura rolled over like a roaring river!

Hill spread 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 the duo first had his shield shattered, then his body was torn into pieces.

The nearby Qin soldiers quickly closed in, attempting to fill the gap. But Tyrant's body flickered with golden light as he squeezed through, forcefully using his Buddha's aura to block the surrounding Qin soldiers. It wasn't easy for them to create this gap. Once the army recovered, all their previous 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 instantly injured.

Under the relentless attacks of Tyrant and Hill, the immovable Qin army finally fell into a state of stagnation. The listeners nearby were like resentful women who had been away 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 slaughter 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 carrying out punishment on behalf of the heavens. For a moment, heavenly thunder rumbled and fell.

Red lightning bolts as thick as electric poles came crashing down. The Qin cavalry didn't suffer heavy losses in this round of bombardment, but they had lost the momentum to charge and their rhythm was disrupted.

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.

For a moment, the illusory image of a Dao Sovereign appeared in the sky. However, the face of this illusory image was Fatso's, and the extraordinary aura of an immortal was greatly reduced when he saw this face.

"Destroy!"

The illusory Dao Sovereign pressed his finger down.

A mysterious aura spread out in all directions, and the warhorses under the Qin soldiers all fell into a state of stagnation. Some 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 battle formation was dissected. The situation of the battle was very clear. What was left was nothing but killing, the most primitive kind of killing.

The celestial devices and various bloodlines of the audience played a great role at this time. Some of them turned into the illusory image of a Magic God of Light, supporting all 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 long 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 Qi of Fighting were bombarding the Qin soldiers, almost burning their own Qi of Fighting. They were only responsible for destroying the enemy's resistance, while the assassins, witches, and other enhanced audience members were responsible for reaping lives.

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 very likely that they would have to rely on this tacit understanding to struggle for survival in the other world in the future. Therefore, no one hid anything, and there was no need to hide anything. Everyone was now almost 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, it was clear that these Qin soldiers would not be routed under any circumstances, so this group of NPCs did not retreat either.

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 reaped, and the battle was finally pushed to the end. It was like a passionate orchestra playing the final long note.

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, gasping for breath. Golden blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, and his body trembled uncontrollably, spasming. The demon god that he had summoned earlier also 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.

In this battle, his vitality had been damaged, and the injury was too serious. He had never consumed and fought for such a long time before. Even the previous duel with Su Bai in the Land of Proving the Tao had actually taken a very short time, and both sides had pursued a quick result.

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, the audience on the messy battlefield knelt on the ground. They had overdrawn their spirit, overdrawn their strength, and some 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. It seemed that there would be another round of attacks.

His injuries needed time to recover, and his overdrawn strength needed even more time to replenish. However, even after this wave of attacks ended, 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. It seemed that there would be another round of attacks.

The fat man's face was stuck to the ground, and from time to time, a putrid stench of blood flowed out. He forced himself to kneel, moved a few meters, and then knelt down again.

At this time, someone handed him a cigarette.

Fatso opened his mouth and said, "I'm tired."

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.

"Huff, huff …"

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 at the same time.

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 was dressed neatly, and looked calm and composed. It was a stark contrast to the audience, who were all silent. Hills looked over, and so did the monk and Lord Zeng. Many of the audience looked at him in confusion. Everyone was exhausted after the battle, and suddenly an outsider appeared. This feeling was like a freshman who had just joined the class after military training.

"Da Bai, where have you been …" Fatso asked weakly, "Did the broadcast arrange an opponent for you to practice alone? Damn it, I feel like I'm about to collapse. I fought too hard just now. "

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.