Heavenly Tyrant Martial Soul

"Brother Ling, stop working around, I can't do it anymore." Bai Sha's voice was weak and hoarse. He was breathing hard, his eyes full of despair for the future. "If you waste a moment, the enemy will kill a few more of us. I don't want to drag you down, let alone the entire team..."

When Ling Xiao heard this, an unknown fire surged in his heart. He glared at Bai Sha fiercely, with both reproach and determination in his eyes. "Shut up, didn't you hear me?" His voice was low and powerful, as if it could penetrate Bai Sha's soul.

"If we can't even save our friends, then what's the point of this war? We're fighting to protect our homeland and our loved ones. If we can't even save our brothers who are fighting side by side, then what kind of warriors are we?"

Ling Xiao's words hit Bai Sha's heart like a heavy hammer, leaving him momentarily speechless. He looked at Ling Xiao's firm eyes, feeling inexplicably moved and guilty in his heart. He knew that he could no longer persuade Ling Xiao to give up treatment.

"Just stay quiet," Ling Xiao continued, leaving no room for doubt in his tone. "When you can save your life, go to the rear and rest. After you have rested, fight again. We will never give up on each other. This is our promise."

After saying that, Ling Xiao lowered his head again and focused on the treatment in his hands. His hands moved quickly and accurately on Bai Sha's wounds, and every movement contained his deep affection and responsibility for his comrades.

Bai Sha turned his head with difficulty, looking across the smoke-filled battlefield and into the distance. There, everyone was trying their best, and their figures flickered in and out of the flames of war, like candles in the wind, swaying and tenacious.

Sweat and blood intertwined, blurring their faces, but they could not conceal their persistence and determination in fighting for survival.

However, despite their efforts, casualties continued to mount. On the battlefield, the warriors of the soul clan fell one by one, their bodies gradually cooled down, and the fire of life was extinguished in the endless battle.

The Holy Maiden of Heavenly Soul stood among them, holding the lives that were about to pass away with both hands. Her eyes were full of helplessness and despair.

She wanted to save every soldier, but unfortunately, she was not proficient in medical skills, so she could only watch helplessly as the soldiers she held tightly in her arms lost their breath one by one in her arms. .

Her heart was filled with grief, anger and pain, and tears rolled in her eyes, but they never fell. She knew that now was not the time to cry. She had to be strong and transform the grief, anger and pain into the strength to fight.

So, she took a deep breath, swallowed her tears and sadness together, straightened her back again, clenched the weapon in her hand, and continued to fight.

She knew that every time she swung her sword, she might win a glimmer of hope for her people; every time she charged, she might make the enemy pay a heavy price. The more enemies she kills, the more her people will live. This is her only belief and motivation now.

On the other side, Hun Canglan stood on the battlefield holding a curled weapon, with a trace of confusion in his eyes. He didn't know how many enemies he had killed, but he only knew that dozens of brothers he had brought from his clan had fallen.

Their figures gradually faded away on the battlefield, turning into cold figures that were engraved in his heart forever.

At this moment, his heart was filled with complex emotions. There is mourning for the dead, hatred for the enemy, and confusion and uneasiness about the future.

At this time, he truly realized the painstaking efforts and depth of the clan leader. The warnings and teachings that had echoed in his ears now came like a tide, making him instantly understand what war was.

War is the most cruel game in this world. There is no point-and-click exchange of ideas here, no courtesy exchanges like martial arts competition. Here, every moment is full of unknowns and dangers. Even if you are exhausted, you must still remain vigilant because the shadow of death may hang over your head at any time.

"Be careful, Canglan!" At this moment, a sharp and frightened scream cut through the din of the battlefield. Hun Canglan turned around suddenly and saw a sister who was several years older than him standing in front of him. Her body was like a solid shield, bearing the enemy's fatal blow for him.

At that moment, her eyes shone with determination and determination, as if she was using her own life to interpret her protection and loyalty to her tribe. However, when the blow fell, her body was like a withered flower, instantly losing its vitality and color, and she died on this bloody battlefield.

Seeing the sister fall in front of him, Hun Canglan's eyes instantly turned red.

His heart was filled with anger and grief, and the confusion and hesitation that had once troubled him completely disappeared at this moment. Because he knows that any hesitation and confusion may lead to the death of his companions and irreparable tragedy.

"Fuck them all!" Hun Canglan roared, his voice echoing on the battlefield like thunder. At this moment, his talent seemed to be inspired by some mysterious power, and he actually made a breakthrough during the battle, and his strength made a qualitative leap.

For a moment, he was like a god of death coming into the world, and the weapon in his hand drew bloody tracks on the enemy's body.

Those enemies that once seemed powerful in his eyes were now as vulnerable as ants. Under his attack, the enemies fell one after another, leaving cold corpses and patches of bright red blood on the battlefield.

But the power of one person, even a gifted one like Hun Canglan, is ultimately limited. Although he had just broken through the realm in the battle and his strength increased greatly, he could only temporarily stabilize his position, and could not really turn the tide and change the overall direction of the battle.

The enemies seemed endless, and they came in densely, and at a glance, there was no edge at all. These enemies were the power of the entire Holy Hall coalition. They were numerous, well-equipped, and powerful.

In comparison, the small Demon Suppression Mansion seemed so thin and powerless. However, in such a seemingly impossible battle, the warriors of the Demon Suppression Mansion have survived until now. Their tenacity and courage are moving.

But even so, the battle was extremely tragic.

At this moment, people were constantly killed and wounded on the battlefield, and people kept falling. Their bodies fell in the smoke and turned into cold corpses. Their blood dyed the land red, and the entire battlefield was filled with a sense of depression and sadness.

The Demon-Suppressing Mansion was completely suppressed, and their defense line was shaky under the enemy's fierce attack, as if it could collapse at any time.