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
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
...
Half an hour later.
fish-belly white appeared on the
gradually subsided, leaving only the occasional sporadic
demon bastards have
people simply collapsed onto the ground, gasping for breath, lacking even the strength to
cold stone wall,
become a
demon beast corpses were piled up like mountains, some still burning, others already turned to
reflecting a sinister luster under the morning
of blood, one could still see fragments of shattered human magical implements, and... incomplete
gray hemp clothes moved silently through
had no expression, their movements practiced and
retrieving usable arrows and magical implements, some for harvesting valuable materials from the demon beasts, but most were carefully
no sobs,
Only suffocating silence.
if a large stone was lodged in his
in the Consciousness Sea, carrying a
shook his
water skin from his robes, took a gulp of the cold, clear water, forcibly suppressing the churning
what was the name of that sword cultivator who saved me?" Su
cultivator from Bing Battalion. There are
his lips together and said
his head to look at
and swollen. Those were burns left from forcibly channeling overloaded formation plates with water spiritual
with his spiritual
"Let's head back."
time, he didn't use much
collapse. You get the main credit for that,
porcelain vial from his robes and tossed it to Su Ming. "Burn ointment. Not
the vial. It
"Thanks, Brother Zhao."
...
to Stone House Number
door and
moment did that tightly strung
the meditation cushion, lacking even the
"Master."
smeared on it. "I always used to think that the
looking at Su Ming's hand with
"Now I know."
Su Ming nodded.
resolute lunge toward the Iron-Feathered Eagle, the
unprecedented emotion stirred in
wasn't fear, nor was it simple
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