Chapter 13620: The Behemoth in Despair

Chapter 13620: The Behemoth in Despair
Yu Haoran managed to steady himself with great difficulty. His face was filled with anger, his eyes were wide open, as if they were about to spit fire. He stared at Luo Jia and shouted, "Luo Jia, you are so bold that you dared to attack our Zhengqi Hall. Don't you know the relationship between our Zhengqi Hall and the Holy Hall? You are simply courting death!"

His eyes were filled with anger, confusion, and deep doubt, as if he was questioning why Luo Jia was so bold as to challenge the authority of the Righteousness Hall and the Holy Temple. His chest rose and fell violently, and he clenched the sword tightly in his hand, his knuckles turning white from the force, ready to launch another attack at any time to defend the dignity of the Righteousness Hall.

Luo Jia disagreed, with a mocking sneer on his face, which seemed to express great contempt for Zhengqitang and Yu Haoran.

He raised his head slightly and responded, "When you guys bullied me, didn't you ever think about what would happen today? The Holy Hall is very powerful, but the forces behind me are not weak either. I don't believe that the Holy Hall would openly become an enemy of my sect just for a mere Righteous Hall."

Yu Haoran slightly opened his lips and was about to utter the unfinished words, but in an instant, Luo Jia's figure disappeared from his sight like a wisp of misty smoke without any warning.

Yu Haoran's face instantly turned gloomy, like the sky before a storm, covered with dark clouds. At this moment, he was fighting fiercely with Chongtian, pouring all his strength into every move. Sweat had already soaked his clothes, and his arms were shaking slightly due to the long-term high-intensity battle.

The addition of Luo Jia undoubtedly made the situation even more difficult. He didn't have time to think about it. A strong sense of crisis surged in his heart. He hurriedly mobilized all the energy in his body and concentrated it on his arms. The long sword in his hand was like an angry dragon, carrying the momentum of breaking the wind and stabbing towards Chongtian swiftly.

"Swish!" A sharp sound, like a blade cutting through silk, was particularly harsh in the silent battlefield. The sword light was like lightning, instantly bursting out with dazzling light, and actually tore a tiny crack in the space. The crack faintly revealed a chaotic atmosphere, as if connecting to another unknown world.

"Boom!" Then, a deafening roar sounded. The power of the two people exploded at the moment of collision, like two stars colliding. The powerful impact formed a visible air wave that spread in all directions. The surrounding trees were uprooted by the air wave, gravel flew, and deep gullies were shaken out on the ground.

Yu Haoran and Chongtian were on the verge of separation again. Yu Haoran staggered and took several steps back before he could stabilize himself. His feet left two deep marks on the ground. His chest rose and fell violently, and he was gasping for breath. Just as he was about to speak, his pupils suddenly contracted sharply, like a cold star twinkling in the night sky suddenly extinguished, and he instantly entered a state of high alert.

Relying on the keen intuition developed from years of fighting on the brink of life and death, he did not have time to hesitate. He turned abruptly, and slashed fiercely behind him with the long sword in his hand, filled with endless murderous intent and determination.

"Bang!" With a dull loud noise, a figure slowly emerged from the void. It was Chongtian.

Chongtian had a mocking sneer on his face. He shook his head gently, his eyes full of disdain, and said, "You dare to provoke Luo Jia while fighting with me. You are really stupid." Before he finished speaking, he tapped the ground lightly, and his figure disappeared from the spot in an instant like a ghost, and pounced on Yu Haoran again. The speed was so fast that people had almost no time to react.

"Damn it!" Yu Haoran couldn't help but curse in a low voice, his face became uglier, as if covered by a thick haze. He knew very well in his heart that even with the protection of the mountain guarding formation, it would be like an egg hitting a rock to fight against the two powerful enemies, Chongtian and Luojia, with his own strength, and there was no chance of winning.

"Where has the Holy Envoy gone? Go and inform him quickly." Elder Xuan Yue was extremely anxious and roared at the top of his voice. His voice was full of anxiety and helplessness, like a wild beast trapped in a cage, struggling desperately but unable to find a way out.

"The Holy Envoy is in seclusion. Who dares to disturb him? Unless he comes out himself." A disciple responded tremblingly. There was a hint of fear in his voice and his body was shaking slightly, as if he was afraid of angering the Holy Envoy with these words.

"Damn it! What happened to our Zhengqitang today was all because of the Holy Envoy. Now that Zhengqitang is facing such a crisis, he has yet to come out. What on earth is he trying to do?" Elder Xuan Yue's face was filled with anger, and the anger and dissatisfaction in his heart had reached its peak. He stomped his feet fiercely, and his eyes almost spewed fire.

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At this time, everyone in the Righteousness Hall was full of dissatisfaction with the Saint Envoy Zhuxue. They thought to themselves, if Zhuxue had not snatched the Demon Lord Black Sky Sword, how could they have attracted these people's crazy siege. Even if they wanted to use Ling Bi and the other two as a furnace for cultivation, they would not have fallen into such a miserable situation of being surrounded by so many enemies.

But what can they do about their dissatisfaction? In this Zhengqi Hall, no one dared to offend the Holy Envoy easily, and they didn't even dare to disturb the Holy Envoy's retreat. They could only watch the situation deteriorate step by step, their hearts filled with helplessness and despair, but they were powerless and could only sigh helplessly.

The smoke of battle filled the air, and the flames of war continued to burn, dyeing the entire sky dark red. Under the cover of the mountain-guarding formation, the people of Zhengqi Hall tried their best to resist the invading enemies that kept pouring in like a tide. The mountain-guarding formation emitted a faint halo, which was not dazzling, but was like an indestructible barrier, repelling the enemy's attacks again and again.

However, this seemingly solid defense is by no means a long-term solution. The operation of the mountain defense formation requires a huge amount of energy, and it consumes precious high-grade spirit stones almost every second. Each of these high-grade spirit stones contains huge spiritual power and is the key to maintaining the operation of the formation.

Although Zhengqitang was wealthy, the reserves of these spirit stones were enough to allow them to have no worries about cultivation and resource supply on weekdays. However, in the face of such high-intensity and continuous consumption, even the most abundant treasure house was quickly emptied.

Now, the people of Zhengqitang were like beasts trapped in a desperate situation. Although they fought hard, they could not find a way to break the current predicament. The only thing they could do was to hold their positions tightly and struggle in this difficult defensive battle. They placed all their hopes on the Saint Envoy Zhuxue who was in seclusion, hoping that he could break out at the critical moment and turn the tide.

On the other side of the battlefield, Ling Xiao stood there quietly, his eyes coldly sweeping over the three people in front of him. His eyes were like a sharp blade in the cold night, filled with murderous intent.