Bengtie: My death fueled their madness.

"The battle is far from over. Look at yourself now, how can you talk about helping me?"

Jingliu's face showed stubbornness. He gritted his teeth and forced himself to stand up. When he saw the sword in front of him, his gaze froze.

It is Master's sword.

From Cangcheng to the present, this sword has slain countless evil creatures and has also been stained with the blood of loved ones.

"Listen, the Great Nest Father of the Eclipse Hunting Group has arrived in this world, and it will not retreat easily before it learns of the main force of the Azure Radiance."

"If you don't want to see your remaining comrades fighting Bu Liren with their bare hands, then grip your sword tightly."

As soon as he finished speaking, Qi Zhimu's mind stirred, and countless flying swords appeared from the sky, arranging themselves in an orderly fashion above the abyss to form a sword formation.

"Kill every single Bu Liren who comes at us, got it?"

"Yes, Master...!"

Jingliu placed his right hand on the hilt of the sword, intending to grasp it, but to his surprise, it wouldn't budge.

I held it with both hands, using all my strength, and only then could I barely manage to lift it up.

Hiss... such a terrible weight.

Looking again at the flying swords controlled by his master, he roughly counted them and got a rough idea of ​​the number.

At least three thousand.

"You have less than six minutes to recover," Qi Zhimu said indifferently, tossing down the healing medicine.

Once the time has passed, Bu Liren, who is a hundred miles away, will arrive here.

For Jingliu's current physique, although a few minutes is not enough to restore her to her peak condition, a brief respite is enough for her to recover from her weakness.

Jingliu cherished this precious time and tried his best to adjust his state.

The hellish training that used to drive people to the brink of unconsciousness is now finally showing its significance.

Only after experiencing this bloody battle that pushed my physical limits did I understand my master's good intentions.

Otherwise, she would have died in battle long ago.

During the recovery of the mirror flow, Qinghan and Mianxue quickly assessed the battle damage.

The bloody statistics silence us.

Fewer than 800,000 people are still alive...

If Qi Zhimu had arrived even a moment later, the 800,000 would probably have quickly been wiped out.

Such devastating news is impossible for anyone to remain calm about.

The few remaining cavalry captains who still possessed weapons stepped forward and requested to continue fighting.

Qi Zhimu glanced at them and strictly forbade them.

"If I don't support the front, there's no need for my comrades to die needlessly with blunt weapons that have worn down. They should retreat and wait for reinforcements. That's the order."

"Yes, sir! Lord Valiant Guard!"

Even with their eyes burning with intense hatred for Bu Liren, the captains could only grit their teeth and retreat.

They all knew that Qi Zhimu was right.

At this moment, they are all at their last gasp, and it is only through their will and belief that they have managed to hold on until now.

Six minutes passed in the blink of an eye.

At the edge of the horizon, the suffocating beast tide reappeared, accompanied by the dull thuds caused by their massive stampede.

"Mianxue, Qinghan, and Jingliu, each guard a specific coordinate, and my flying sword will assist you."

Qi Zhimu remained calm and issued the military order.

As soon as he finished speaking, countless swords flew through the air, clanging and forming a defensive stance around the abyss.

Jingliu and the Mianxue sisters need to rush to the flank of the sword formation to guard the weakest area of ​​the defense.

A bloody battle is about to break out.

This was not a contest of equal strength, but a one-sided massacre.

None of the surviving Cloud Riders expected such a scene.

Bu Liren's fearless charge against those lightning-fast flying swords turned into the most ridiculous act of suicide.

The flying sword did not pierce the enemy directly, but instead created a high-speed rotating sword energy storm barrier.

Anyone who touches it will be instantly pulled in and minced into a bloody pulp.

Occasionally, a few wolf soldiers would escape the net and roar as they broke through the sword net, but before they even landed, they would be met with a seemingly casual punch or elbow from Qi Zhimu.

He stood on the giant rock at the very tip of the cliff, and each move he made was extremely simple.

There are no unnecessary frills, only precision.

With a casual elbow strike, the force burst forth, shattering the multi-ton beast into pieces, its severed limbs falling into the abyss.

From the depths of the abyss, the mournful howls of wolves echoed endlessly!

As for the abyss mid-air?

Any Bu Li people or beasts caught in the sword formation didn't even have a chance to scream.

Is this... Master's true strength?

With his gaze following the flying sword that was ruthlessly killing enemies, Jingliu gripped the incredibly heavy longsword in his hand, an endless desire welling up in his heart.

She also wanted to become that strong, and she was determined to become strong.

The renewed battle lasted for an unknown period of time. The abyss in front of Qi Zhimu was once again filled with the corpses of monstrous creatures, forming a bloody path leading straight to Lonely Mountain.

At that moment, all the Bu Li people and their beasts stopped their attack.

"roar!!!"

A brutal roar, powerful enough to shatter eardrums, echoed across the sky!

The voice carried a terrifying mental pressure, causing many wounded cloud riders behind to bleed from their mouths and noses.

Behind the beast tide, a massive, dark red figure shot up like a cannonball.

Spanning hundreds of meters in mid-air, accompanied by a raging storm of blood and malevolent energy, it landed at the forefront of the pack of wolves!

That was the Great Nest Father of the Eclipse Hunting Group.

Seeing countless wolf cubs fall like wheat before that human figure, the overlord who ruled the region was completely enraged.

Its several-meter-tall body is covered in armor made from the bones of powerful enemies throughout history, and its pair of giant claws gleam with a chilling light.

"Finally couldn't sit still anymore, huh?"

Qi Zhimu stood on the edge of the cliff, a scarlet light even more ferocious than Bu Liren's flashing across his eyes.

"It was you... the one who killed the leader of the Usa Warhead!" The Father of the Eclipse Moon Nest roared in broken Celestial Boat language.

"So?" Qi Zhimu tilted his head slightly.

"Kill you here, and I will be the next leader of the Bu Li Battle! Remember my name—"

However, Qi Zhimu was too lazy to waste words with the other party.

The rage in his eyes didn't diminish in the slightest; he simply made a gesture.

—His figure vanished into a blur!

boom!!!

The moment Qi Zhimu disappeared, the giant rock beneath his feet instantly crumbled into dust.

A blur of light tore through space and appeared in the sky above the Eclipse Moon Nest Father in an instant.

A long, slender, and fair hand, disproportionate to the ferocious beast's claws, landed on the enormous wolf's head with terrifying speed.

Snapped!

There was no earth-shattering explosion, only a faint, soul-piercing tiger's roar, and a muffled thud like a ripe watermelon being smashed open by a heavy blow.

Time seemed to stand still in that second.

Jingliu stared wide-eyed, gazing blankly into the distance.

The imposing Eclipse Moon Nest Father, its massive head unable to even utter a scream under Qi Zhimu's palm strike.

Its head was smashed into a bright red, glaring blood mist!

The lingering force of that palm strike traveled down the cervical spine.

The massive headless skeleton of the Great Nest Father shattered inch by inch, turning into a puddle of mud. Finally, the entire body, like the head, exploded into a bloody mist.

The entire room fell silent.

The countless people behind them seemed to be collectively choked, unable to utter a sound.

Jing Liu couldn't help but cover her mouth, her eyes fixed on Qi Zhimu, whose figure, though not imposing, seemed to represent the entire world.

Trust, dependence, admiration, worship... a mix of emotions surged through my heart, incredibly complex.

She could sense the lingering anger of countless fellow Cloud Riders gathered within her master.

This was the second time she had seen her master get angry.

The first time was on the day Cangcheng was destroyed...