What? You opened a resort on the battlefield of all races?

Chapter 500

Before the emerald light left by Emerson had faded, heavy footsteps echoed from the depths of the wilderness.

The scorched earth churned up, and the roots buried under the rubble slowly rose up.

The treants who had already retreated sensed the presence outside the seal and turned around one after another, their wooden heads facing the same direction, and the emerald light in their eye sockets lit up one after another.

In the distance, clumps of branches swayed and drew closer together.

As the tree-man stepped over the shattered remains of his companion, he twisted his legs and pulled himself up, bringing with him a large patch of mud.

The vines hanging over their shoulders rubbed against each other, making a rustling sound that sent chills down your spine.

The surroundings were gradually filled with turquoise.

A sense of life rushed towards him, and Shuoyang smelled the fresh scent of grass and trees, yet a tightness gripped his chest.

He held the halberd with one hand, his arm trembling.

The wound on his shoulder completely burst open, and a large amount of blood seeped out from under the broken armor plates, flowing down his side and dripping into the scorched earth at his feet.

He was breathing heavily, and with each breath, it felt like shattered blades were churning inside his chest.

He had exhausted his last bit of strength by forcibly taking that blow.

These days, even moving a finger takes a long time.

But the tree-man in front of them had already raised his arm.

Between the thick branches, thousands of vines sprout new buds, which quickly straighten. A rich, green light flows along the vines, illuminating the thorns on the surface with every detail.

The next moment, countless whip shadows crashed down!

The air was drawn out with a series of explosive sounds, and the still-settling dust was torn into pieces. Even the black curtain behind Shuoyang was filled with the swaying shadows of vines.

Shuoyang gritted his teeth and forcibly gathered a breath of demonic energy.

The moment the halberd shaft was raised, his palm suddenly slipped.

There's too much blood.

He clenched his fists tightly, about to step forward, when a voice suddenly came from behind him.

"I'll do it."

Shuoyang slowly turned its head.

The demon youth he had just saved was using the broken rocks to slowly get up.

The opponent's knee seemed unable to exert any force; it rose halfway before sinking back down.

But he quickly regained his footing, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and looked up at the tree-men.

His dark golden pupils burned with intense rage.

boom!

A surge of demonic energy rose from Xu Tianlin's body, condensing into a ferocious armor more than three meters high, enveloping his figure.

The layers of armor plates snapped together, and a long sword materialized, with raging demonic flames burning along its blade, distorting the surrounding light.

"Die, you despicable invaders!!"

He roared and charged out.

The longsword cleaved through the countless whip shadows, and black flames suddenly spread out.

The foremost vines instantly withered and charred, their splinters exploding in the fire into tiny sparks. The following vines, before they could even get close, were sliced ​​into several pieces by the reversed blade's edge.

Suddenly, the area in front of Shuoyang was empty.

The scorching wind swept across his cheeks, and he subconsciously squinted.

The armored figure had already charged into the treant formation.

The blade sliced ​​into the shoulder of a tree-man, piercing diagonally through its chest, shattering the pulsating blue light within it.

The massive body collapsed with a crash.

Xu Tianlin leaped up, stepping on the fallen branches, and swung his knife in the backhand, severing the giant hand that was smashing down from his side at the wrist.

Black flames engulfed the remaining wood, crackling and burning.

Shuoyang gripped the halberd, and his tense shoulders finally relaxed a little.

But soon, his brows furrowed.

Around the fallen tree-men, emerald light threads were constantly gathering.

The charred roots sprouted new shoots, and the scattered wood fragments were pulled together by the roots and pieced back together, quickly supporting new bodies.

He was all too familiar with this scene.

The distant forest undulated gently, and scattered emerald light drifted in with the wind, settling into the tree-man's chest.

Those points of light looked faint, but when they gathered together, they were continuous, even gradually suppressing the still-burning black flames on the wreckage.

The enemy before us can rise again at any time by drawing upon the life energy of heaven and earth.

Every bit of their own consumption has to be paid for with their lives.

"Brother, don't rush in!"

Shuoyang raised his voice.

"They can grow back!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than a reborn tree-man pounced from the side, its branch-like fingers gripping Xu Tianlin's shoulder armor.

Shuoyang's heart tightened.

But then the young man suddenly turned his head, meeting the close wooden face, revealing clenched teeth.

The long sword was reversed and plunged fiercely into the tree-man's chest.

The demonic flames poured in through the crack and spewed out from between the branches above, burning the entire wooden face until it twisted and cracked.

Xu Tianlin kicked the mangled body aside and raised his knife again.

His only response was a low, hoarse roar.

Shuoyang's words stuck in his throat.

When the young man turned around, the hatred in his eyes was almost tangible. Blood splattered on his chin, and his shoulder armor was torn open, yet his hand holding the knife remained remarkably steady.

Shuoyang had seen that look on the faces of many of his fellow clansmen.

Some people's brothers were dragged away by roots, and some people's lands were swallowed up by the forest. In the end, even their bones could not be found, leaving only a vibrant green expanse.

How much has this brother lost?

As Shuoyang gazed at that figure fighting so hard, a sudden warmth rose in his chest.

A tree-like being dodged the flash of blades and stretched out its arm toward Shuoyang. The young man suddenly turned around, braving a blow to his back, and cleaved the outstretched branch in two.

Shuoyang saw his lips twitch, then he gritted his teeth again, blocking the gap in that direction.

In the past, even members of the same clan would fight for territory and resources, and no one would show any mercy when they fought each other.

But right now, their homeland is being devoured by foreign enemies, wounded soldiers are crowding behind the altar, and there are fewer and fewer people who can stand up and wield their swords.

He couldn't even remember the last time he had seen such a relentless charge.

The glint of the blade swept across the wilderness once more.

The tree-men fell one after another, but the azure light never ceased.

Gradually, Shuoyang realized something was wrong.

The outline of the demonic armor began to blur.

The armor plates that originally covered his shoulders had come undone at one corner, and just as they were being repaired, a crack appeared on his waist. The supply of demonic energy was intermittent, and even the flames on the blade began to flicker.

The young man slowed his pace as he swung his knife.

The branches that could previously be chopped in one stroke are now stuck halfway through the wood grain.

He pressed down on the knife handle with both hands, gritted his teeth, and cleaved the tree-man in two.

When he drew his sword, his body visibly swayed.

Shuoyang's Adam's apple bobbed.

This brother was already injured, and then he fought one battle after another. How could he possibly hold on?

But Xu Tianlin was still wielding his knife.

The demonic flames transformed from swirling waves of fire into a thin layer that danced along the blade, before being extinguished completely after a violent collision.

The armor cracked open, revealing the dust-covered black armor underneath.

He seemed oblivious, stepping on broken wood and scorched earth, cutting down vines and smashing the tree-man that lunged at him to pieces.

Some broken branches brushed past his shoulder, and he slumped over to bump into them.

With vines wrapped around the blade, he simply pulled the other person closer and then kicked the wooden face to pieces.

As Shuoyang watched, a glimmer of light gradually appeared in his eyes.

We still have such soldiers.

Despite being wounded like this, he still refused to bow his head and dared to brandish his sword at the enemies who had invaded his homeland.

As long as such people exist, they will eventually triumph!

The thought had barely formed when a muffled thud suddenly echoed across the battlefield.

A thick vine shot out from behind the splintered wood and struck Xu Tianlin hard in the chest and abdomen.

The demonic armor shattered on the spot.

His body flew backward and crashed heavily into the ground, raising a cloud of dust.

Shuoyang's heart sank.

Xu Tianlin braced himself with his knife, and as soon as he raised his upper body, he spat out a mouthful of black blood.

Blood flowed down the hilt of the knife, staining the clenched fingers black.

"Brother, retreat quickly!"

Shuoyang hurriedly shouted, "Retreat inside the seal, recharge your energy, and fight again!"

Xu Tianlin looked up at him.

Dust settled on his eyelashes, but his dark golden eyes remained fixed on the approaching tree-men.

"Don't worry about me!"

He drew his sword sharply and charged forward again.

Shuoyang was so angry that his chest ached.

"Brother, you can't fight him with force!"

The blade clashed with the vine, sparks flying, and Xu Tianlin staggered forward, showing no intention of retreating.

"We also need to guard the anchor point for the Demon Emperor!"

Shuoyang leaned on his halberd and moved forward, the pain aggravating his wounds and causing cold sweat to bead on his forehead.

"As long as the green hills remain, there's no fear of running out of firewood!"

The young man then felled another tree-man, the tip of his blade almost dragging on the ground as it fell.

The vines behind them have been raised again.

"Are you out of your mind?!"

Shuoyang's voice changed from anxiety.

He felt both angry and touched.

This fighting spirit made him want to cheer for the other person. But seeing that the man was almost unable to stand and was still charging into the middle of those tree people, he really wanted to hold him down and give him a good scolding to wake him up.

Why bother with these endless cannon fodder?

Is an Eternal Realm cultivator just going to die here like this?

Shuoyang took a step forward, but his knees suddenly went weak, and he had to use the halberd shaft to support himself. Blood slid down the shaft from his arm. He glanced down at it, then looked up again, his gaze passing over the vines and landing on the staggering young man wielding his sword.

Shuoyang took a deep breath and forcibly gathered the little bit of demonic energy he had just recovered.

With a stomp of his foot, he charged into the battlefield, leaning on his halberd.

A halberd flash deflected the vines attacking from the side, and Shuoyang rushed to Xu Tianlin's side, grabbing his arm.

It's incredibly heavy when you first get it.

The young man seemed unable to even gain a foothold, his long sword barely held up, the blade trembling slightly.

Shuoyang dared not delay any longer.

"Come back with me first!!"

Without saying a word, he grabbed Xu Tianlin and pulled him backward, his halberd slicing across the ground and severing all the pursuing roots.

A crack appeared in the darkness.

Shuoyang sidestepped the flying debris, dragging the swaying figure, and rushed into the eternal seal of the Demon Realm.

He was so focused on the vines chasing after him that he didn't see Xu Tianlin, who was being dragged along and looked like he was about to die, secretly curving up a smile.

"The Oscars owe me an Oscar."