Chapter 280: Blood and Fire First Stain the Garrison Wall at Night
That was a sword cultivator responsible for protecting the formation cultivator. He wore a tattered gray robe, his face young yet weathered.
He didn't hesitate in the slightest. His entire body lunged forward, the longsword in his hand carrying an utterly resolute determination as it met the diving Iron-Feathered Eagle.
"Thud—"
The sound of sharp claws piercing flesh was so dull it made one's heart palpitate.
One of the Iron-Feathered Eagle's claws directly pierced through the sword cultivator's left shoulder, pinning his entire body in mid-air.
But the sword cultivator let out a fierce grin amidst the excruciating pain. His right hand swept the longsword upward in a reverse slash, accurately stabbing into the Iron-Feathered Eagle's softest abdomen, before his spiritual energy erupted wildly.
"Get the hell away from me!"
Sword energy exploded inside the eagle's belly.
The Iron-Feathered Eagle let out a shrill, mournful cry, its massive body plummeting out of control and crashing heavily onto the ground less than three feet away from Su Ming.
The rank, hot eagle blood mixed with the blood from the sword cultivator's shoulder poured down like rain.
"Plop."
A few drops of scalding hot blood splashed onto the formation plate before Su Ming, slowly flowing along the dark blue formation lines before instantly being vaporized by the high temperature into a wisp of red blood mist.
A few drops of blood also landed on Su Ming's cheek.
He didn't wipe them away. He didn't even blink.
His hands remained firmly pressed against the formation plate, maintaining the flow of spiritual energy.
Because he knew, the time that sword cultivator had bought him with his life wasn't for him to stand there in a daze.
"Formation plate stabilized, spiritual pressure receding."
Ten breaths later, Su Ming rasped out a shout.
Only then did he feel his legs go a little weak, that post-crisis feeling of exhaustion washing over him like a tide.
Support disciples immediately rushed over from the side, carrying away the severely wounded and unconscious sword cultivator.
Su Ming looked at the sword cultivator's pale face and the half of his body soaked in blood. That spot was only half an inch away from his heart.
"Stop looking."
Zhao Tiji had walked over at some point, holding that giant pincer in his hand, his own body bearing wounds as well. Dark red blood dripped down his armor.
He glanced at Su Ming's hands, which were still trembling slightly, and at the few drops of dried blood on the formation plate.
"This is Iron Wall Pass."
Zhao Tiji's voice was very soft, drowned out by the chaotic shouts and killing sounds around them, yet it clearly pierced Su Ming's ears.
nodded silently
the gaps in the formation plate, his movements mechanical yet precise, as if that life-and-death moment
...
Half an hour later.
appeared on the eastern horizon, the tide-like demon
light curtain gradually subsided, leaving only the occasional sporadic beast roar, tinged
The demon
simply collapsed onto the ground, gasping for breath, lacking even the strength to move
leaned against the cold stone wall, looking at the scene below
had become a
corpses were piled up like mountains,
blood converged into rivers, reflecting a sinister luster
and sea of blood, one could still see fragments of shattered
support disciples wearing gray hemp clothes moved silently through it
expression, their movements
arrows and magical implements, some for harvesting valuable materials from the demon beasts, but most were carefully gathering
were no
Only suffocating silence.
as if a large stone was lodged
to vomit, then vomit. It's not shameful," Lin Yu's voice rang out in the Consciousness Sea, carrying a hint
shook his
water skin from his robes, took a gulp of
what was the name of that sword cultivator who
judging by his clothes, he was probably a wandering cultivator from Bing Battalion. There are
Ming pressed his lips together
his head to
in blisters, red and swollen. Those were burns left from forcibly channeling overloaded formation plates with water spiritual energy
wasn't severe, but with his spiritual energy
"Let's head back."
Ming's shoulder. This time, he didn't use much force, his movements even carrying a hint
didn't collapse. You get the
robes and tossed it to Su Ming. "Burn ointment. Not as good as the sect's Jade Muscle Powder, but it works well
the vial. It felt slightly
"Thanks, Brother Zhao."
...
the time he returned to Stone House Number Seven, Bing District, the
Ming closed the stone door and re-established the protective
did that tightly strung nerve
cushion, lacking even the strength to remove his
"Master."
red, swollen hand, looking at the inferior ointment smeared on it. "I always used to think that
figure materialized, looking at Su Ming's hand with a complex
"Now I know."
Su Ming nodded.
closed his eyes, the scene replaying constantly in his mind: the sword cultivator's resolute lunge toward the Iron-Feathered Eagle, the warmth of the blood splashing onto
stirred
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