Chapter 62 Killing the Enemy

Nangong Yun was fed a pill by Zhang Tie. He slowly opened his eyes and saw Zhang Tie looking at him with concern. He immediately felt relieved.

"Hurry, Li Feiyu, has the battle formation been restored?"

Nangong Yun suddenly thought that most of the battle formation had been shattered. If the formation could not be restarted, in this battlefield filled with spells, everyone would probably die.

“Quick, go and repair the battle formation!” Nangong Yun struggled to get up, but he was too badly injured. Before he could stand up, he lost balance and fell back into Zhang Tie’s arms.

“Don’t worry, the battle formation has been stabilized!” Zhang Tie hurriedly supported Nangong Yun, thinking that Nangong Yun was truly a man of great determination. Although he looked weak, his mind was actually very strong.

“You recover first, and leave the rest to me.” Zhang Tie fed Nangong Yun two more pills and forced her to rest.

Nangong Yun was weak, so he could only nod and reluctantly handed the flag controlling the battle formation to Zhang Tie.

After Nangong Yun sat up, he found that his clothes were torn and his body was vaguely revealed.

"Senior, would you like to change your clothes?" Zhang Tie quickly turned his head away, avoiding Nangong Yun.

Nangong Yun didn't care at all, "Don't worry about me, don't waste time!" Then she started to meditate. This was a life-threatening moment and she was in no mood to care about these trivial matters.

Zhang Tie considerately gave her an outer coat, and then began to concentrate on mobilizing the battle formation.

Nangong Yun's eyelids twitched slightly as he felt the warmth on his body. Then he looked at Zhang Tie who arranged the battle formation smoothly, and couldn't help but feel a little strange in his heart.

After a long while, a smile appeared on Nangong Yun's lips, and then it quickly disappeared.

"Huh, it's really slow!" Zhang Tie shook his head. He originally wanted to arrange the battle formation roughly, but he didn't expect that he would always complete the formation before he realized it, and he had to waste time to disassemble it again.

“Sometimes being too good is a mistake!” Zhang Tie praised himself narcissistically.

The entire battle formation has gradually regained stability. Although most of the offensive power has been lost, there is no problem in saving lives for the time being.

"Thank you, Brother Li!" When the dozen or so remaining cultivators saw the battle formation rising, they suddenly felt like they had survived a calamity and began to thank Zhang Tie one after another.

“You’re welcome, fellow Taoists. I’m just trying to save my life!” Zhang Tie said with a smile.

"Brother Daoist Li, why are you being so polite? If it weren't for you, I would have turned into a pile of ashes. How could I still be here talking with you fellow Daoists?"

A short but extremely strong man spoke in a muffled voice.

"Yes, yes," someone continued, "Although Brother Li looks like a muscular man, I didn't expect that he is a genius in formation. After he survives this incident, he will definitely become an inner disciple of the Yanyue Sect!"

"Hmph! What are you showing off for? You just know some battle formations!" The dark and thin man muttered softly, lowering his head, his eyes full of jealousy!

"Alright!" A clear voice came, "The war is not over yet. After the battle of the battle array is over, the rest will just have to fight on their own. Why don't you recover your mana quickly!"

Nangong Yun had already changed his clothes by this time, but he was still wearing the robe that Zhang Tie had given him. He then came to the opposite side of Zhang Tie and stared at him straight in the eyes.

Zhang Tie looked at Nangong Yun who was walking towards him, and suddenly realized that although Nangong Yun looked weak, there was an indescribable heroic spirit on her face. He was stunned for a moment.

"What are you looking at! Give the battle flag back to me!" "Oh, okay, Fairy, take it." Zhang Tie reacted and handed the battle flag to Nangong Yun. Their hands touched inadvertently, and Nangong Yun's jade hand trembled slightly.

Nangong Yun took the battle flag and immediately turned around and left. He then gently covered his chest and said, "Huh, why is it so hot!"

"Brother, aren't we going to take action? If this goes on, all the people in the Yanyue Sect will be killed! It will not be my turn to take action!" The short and thin boy in a red Taoist robe could not help but speak as he looked at the two sides fighting.

"Don't be anxious, Junior Brother," a monk with a goatee said slowly, "Have you forgotten the purpose of this battle?"

"I know, I know, we have to lose! And we have to win first and lose later!" The short and thin boy said impatiently, "Why do you have to think so much about a fight? With our cultivation level, we can easily destroy them. If their Jindan comes, we can just kill them together!"

"It's so annoying to always have to do these confusing things!"

“You idiot!” The monk with a goatee was so angry that he pulled out a strand of his beard. “It’s not that simple. The Yanyue Sect is not made of paper. If you fail, you’ll die! You still want to kill Jiedan? Do you think Jiedan is a pig?”

"But," the short and thin boy was about to say something, but was slapped by the goateed man and fell to the ground.

"Just shut up. Remember, we have to win first, and then Brother Gaoshan will find the weakness we deliberately left out, and then we can pretend to fail!"

"Ah," the goatee looked at the stupid look of the short and skinny boy and sighed deeply, thinking how could a fool be able to cultivate immortality! "Wait and listen to my command. If this works, maybe the Yuanying of Yanyue Sect will die in our hands!"

"Nascent Soul! That's great!" The short and skinny boy laughed and sniffed the snot bubbles, "Brother, you must let me beat you up when the time comes!"

"It's time!" The man with goatee interrupted the short and thin boy, then waved the flag in his hand, and waves spread towards the entire battlefield.

The disciples of the Demonic Sect immediately stopped fighting and scattered to attack the disciples of the Yanyue Sect.

Then the two sides began to fight each other.

Thousands of Qi-cultivating and Dan-forming monks started fighting on this land that had been completely destroyed by the torrent of magic.

Although the momentum of the battle at this time was not as great as the previous torrent of spells, the scene at this time was far more tragic than before.

One monk after another was either beheaded or blown to pieces, with their bodies scattered everywhere.

Zhang Tie on the battlefield dodged a flying sword of a demon monk and threw out three fireball talismans. While the monk was dodging, the Qingyun Sword flashed by and quickly took the monk's head.

Before Zhang Tie could rest, several more evil spirits pounced towards him. However, before the evil spirits got close, Zhang Tie's figure quickly disappeared and suddenly came behind the cultivator who used the soul flag. With a light blow, he took his life.

Just like that, Zhang Tie quickly flashed around the battlefield, and in a short while he cleared out all the demonic monks around him.

“No!” The demonic cultivator looked at Zhang Tie, who looked like the god of death, in horror and ran away screaming.

However, the cultivator's speed could not keep up with the speed of the Qingyun Sword. Before he could finish shouting, he was killed by the sword.

Zhang Tie retracted the Qingyun Sword and suddenly found that the surroundings were a little quiet. He looked up and found that there was no trace of any demon cultivators around. Only a few Yanyue Sect cultivators were looking at Zhang Tie vigilantly.

(End of this chapter)