Chapter 13414 Desperate Battlefield

"Brother Ling, stop wasting time. I can't do it anymore." Bai Sha's voice was weak and hoarse. He gasped with difficulty, his eyes full of despair for the future. "If you waste a quarter of an hour, the enemy will kill a few more of us. I don't want to drag you down, let alone the entire team..."

Ling Xiao heard this and a nameless fire surged in his heart. He glared at Bai Sha fiercely, with a look of reproach and determination. "Didn't you hear me telling you to shut up?" His voice was deep and powerful, as if it could penetrate Bai Sha's heart.

"If we can't even save our friends, then what's the point of this war? We fight to protect our homes and our loved ones. If we can't even save our brothers who fight side by side with us, then what kind of soldiers are we?"

Ling Xiao's words hit Bai Sha's heart like a heavy hammer, leaving him speechless. He looked at Ling Xiao's determined eyes, and an inexplicable feeling of emotion and guilt surged in his heart. He knew that he could no longer convince Ling Xiao to give up treatment.

"Stay quiet," Ling Xiao continued, his tone leaving no room for doubt. "Once you're safe, go to the rear and rest. You can fight again after you've rested. We won't give up on each other. This is our promise."

After saying that, Ling Xiao lowered his head again and focused on the treatment in his hands. His hands moved quickly and accurately on Bai Sha's wounds, and every movement contained his deep affection and responsibility for his comrades.

Bai Sha turned his head with difficulty, his eyes traversing the smoke-filled battlefield and looking into the distance. There, everyone was trying their best, their figures flickering in the flames of war, like a candle in the wind, swaying but tenacious.

Sweat and blood mixed together, blurring their faces, but could not conceal their persistence and determination in fighting for survival.

However, despite their efforts, casualties continued to rise. On the battlefield, the Soul Clan warriors fell one by one, their bodies gradually cooled, and the flames of life were extinguished in the endless battle.

The Holy Maiden of Heavenly Soul stood among them, holding tightly in her hands those dying lives, her eyes filled with helplessness and despair.

She wanted to save every soldier, but unfortunately, she was not proficient in medicine and could only watch as the soldiers she held tightly in her arms lost their breath one after another in her arms.

Her heart was filled with grief and pain, tears welled up in her eyes but never fell. She knew that now was not the time to cry, she had to be strong and transform the grief and pain into the strength to fight.

So she took a deep breath, swallowed her tears and sorrow, straightened her back again, gripped her weapon tightly, and continued to fight.

She knew that every swing of the sword could buy a glimmer of hope for her people, and every charge could make the enemy pay a heavy price. Killing more enemies meant more of her people could live, and this was her only belief and motivation.

On the other side, Hun Canglan stood on the battlefield holding a weapon with a rolled blade, his eyes revealing a trace of confusion. He didn't know how many enemies he had killed, but he knew that dozens of brothers he brought from the tribe had fallen.

Their figures gradually faded away on the battlefield, turning into a series of cold numbers, engraved forever in his heart.

At this moment, his heart was filled with complex emotions, including mourning for the deceased, hatred for the enemy, and confusion and anxiety about the future.

At this moment, he truly realized the painstaking efforts and deepness of the clan leader. The instructions and teachings that once echoed in his ears now came flooding back like a tide, instantly making him understand what war was.

War is the cruelest game in this world. There is no such thing as a stop-gap competition or a polite exchange of martial arts. Here, every moment is full of unknowns and dangers. Even if you are exhausted, you still have to stay alert, because the shadow of death may loom over your head at any time.

"Be careful, Canglan!" At this moment, a sharp and terrified scream broke through the noise of the battlefield. Hun Canglan turned around suddenly and saw a sister who was a few years older than him standing in front of him. Her body was like a solid shield, taking the enemy's fatal blow for him.

At that moment, her eyes were full of determination and resoluteness, as if she was using her life to interpret her protection and loyalty to her people. However, when the blow landed, her body was like a withered flower, instantly losing its vitality and color, and she died on this bloody battlefield.

Seeing the sister falling in front of him, Hun Canglan's eyes turned red instantly.

His heart was filled with anger and grief, and the confusion and hesitation that had troubled him completely disappeared at this moment. Because he knew that any hesitation and confusion could lead to the death of his companions and bring about an irreversible tragedy.

"All of you, die!" Hun Canglan roared, his voice echoing on the battlefield like thunder. At this moment, his talent seemed to be stimulated by some mysterious power, and he broke through in the battle, and his strength made a qualitative leap.

For a moment, he was like a god of death, and the weapon in his hand drew bloody tracks on the enemy's body.

Those enemies who once seemed powerful in his eyes were now as vulnerable as ants. Under his attack, the enemies fell one after another, leaving cold corpses and patches of blood on the battlefield.

But the power of a person, even one as gifted as Hun Canglan, is ultimately limited. Although he had just broken through the realm in the battle and his strength had greatly increased, it could only temporarily stabilize his position, but could not truly turn the tide and change the overall direction of the battle.

The enemies seemed endless, they were swarming in dense masses, and at a glance, there was no end in sight. These enemies were the strength of the entire Holy Temple coalition. They were numerous, well-equipped, and powerful.

In comparison, the small Demon Suppression Mansion seemed so weak and powerless. However, in such a seemingly impossible battle, the warriors of the Demon Suppression Mansion managed to hold on until now. Their tenacity and courage moved everyone.

But even so, the battle was extremely brutal.

At this moment, people were constantly dying and wounded on the battlefield. Their bodies fell in the smoke and turned into cold corpses. Their blood dyed the land red, and the entire battlefield was filled with an atmosphere of depression and sadness.

The Demon-Suppressing Mansion was completely suppressed, and their defense line was shaky under the enemy's fierce attack, as if it could collapse at any time.