Chapter 290: 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
and continued cleaning the impurities from the gaps in the formation plate, his movements mechanical yet precise, as if that life-and-death moment from just moments ago had
...
Half an hour later.
the eastern horizon, the
sounds outside the light curtain gradually subsided, leaving only the occasional sporadic
The demon
but more people simply collapsed onto the ground, gasping
stone wall, looking at
had become
were piled up like mountains, some still burning, others already turned to
into rivers, reflecting a sinister
could still see fragments of shattered human magical implements, and... incomplete
group of support disciples wearing gray hemp clothes moved silently through it
expression, their movements practiced and
for retrieving usable arrows and magical implements, some for harvesting valuable materials from the demon beasts, but most were carefully gathering the remains of their
were no sobs, no
Only suffocating silence.
Ming watched all this, feeling as if
not shameful," Lin Yu's voice rang out in the Consciousness Sea, carrying a hint of a sigh. "For your first time seeing a scene like this,
shook his
took a gulp of the cold, clear water, forcibly suppressing
that sword
cultivator from
pressed his lips together and said
his head to look at his own
hands were covered in blisters, red and swollen. Those were burns left from forcibly channeling overloaded formation plates
injury wasn't severe, but with
"Let's head back."
over and patted Su Ming's shoulder. This time, he didn't use much force, his movements even carrying a hint
You get the main credit for
Tiji pulled out a small porcelain vial from his robes and tossed it to Su Ming. "Burn ointment. Not as
the vial. It felt slightly warm to the
"Thanks, Brother Zhao."
...
the time he returned to Stone House Number Seven, Bing District, the sky was already
Ming closed the stone door and
did that tightly strung nerve finally relax
down onto the meditation cushion, lacking even the strength to
"Master."
inferior ointment smeared on it. "I always used to think that the so-called 'formation lines stained with blood' was just an exaggerated figure of
figure materialized, looking at
"Now I know."
Su Ming nodded.
resolute lunge toward the Iron-Feathered Eagle,
unprecedented emotion stirred in
nor was it
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