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A sword, a sword, and yet another sword.

A person, a person, and yet another person.

Standing on the ground already dyed red with blood, Wei Changtian no longer remembered how many swords he had swung or how many people he had killed.

At this moment, every movement of his had become mechanical, as if completely driven by his body's instincts.

The inner force within his dantian had long been depleted, and under the effect of "Soul Devourer", wisps of black mist continuously poured into Wei Changtian's body, transforming into strands of true energy, which were then immediately drained.

That's right, if not for relying on Soul Devourer to "nourish combat with combat", Wei Changtian would probably have died from exhaustion long ago.

But even with Soul Devourer constantly replenishing his inner force, he could only maintain the most basic action of "swinging his sword", and was even unable to dodge many attacks, having to choose to withstand them head-on.

Of course, these soldiers could not inflict particularly heavy damage on a Second-Rank body.

However, as the small wounds accumulated, Wei Changtian would eventually reach a limit.

And he felt that this limit was already very close.

His vision was covered in blood, and everything he could see was a blurry crimson.

Wei Changtian swung his sword, watching the endless stream of soldiers and the dense array of blades still surging towards him, but he still did not ask the other six for help.

Subjectively, he felt that he could hold on a little longer.

Objectively, the other six were now actually unable to help him anymore.

From Yin time to Mao time, the moon had already set in the west, and a sliver of fish-belly white faintly appeared on the eastern horizon.

The seven had been killing in the middle of the million-strong army's camp for nearly an hour.

Too many had died under their blades; no one had time to count them now.

However, judging by the corpses covering the ground, the number had definitely exceeded ten thousand.

Seven people killed ten thousand people.

That averaged out to one thousand five hundred kills per person.

Such a record had already exceeded the normal standard of "a Third-Rank can defeat a thousand soldiers, a Second-Rank can defeat two thousand soldiers."

Therefore, this meant that not only Wei Changtian, but the other six had also exhausted all their strength.

If these six could successfully return to Fengyuan after tonight, they would definitely be revered as heroes in the future, and their heroic deeds would surely be widely spread.

But on the other hand, for the Great Qian and Great Hui armies, which no longer had a single Upper Third-Rank expert, they had indeed created a moving miracle.

Countless of the weakest Lower Third-Rank martial artists, relying on a surge of passion in their hearts, pushed the seven Upper Third-Rank experts to the brink of exhaustion in a manner that was almost like "filling the gap with human lives."

This was hard to imagine.

It wasn't that the theoretical possibility of "ants devouring an elephant" didn't exist, but in most cases, due to the "selfish" nature of people, such a thing could almost be called a "miracle."

Just like now.

If these ordinary soldiers could really exhaust Wei Changtian and the other six tonight, or even just one or two of them, then they would undoubtedly be the heroes of Great Qian and Great Hui.

But one must know that the title of hero only belongs to the living.

For those who have already died, no matter what kind of honor is worthless.

In that case, who would be willing to use their own life to fulfill others?

And once everyone is unwilling, then "ants devouring an elephant" will only be a fantasy.

Therefore, standing from this perspective, the Qian and Hui soldiers who had not collapsed even after ten thousand deaths, and who were still charging forward knowing they would die, did indeed display extraordinary courage and madness tonight.

Just like the fifteen experts who had previously died under Wei Changtian's sword, they were like mad dogs and jackals, frantically tearing at the giant beast in front of them with their not-so-sharp teeth.

And as the battle had progressed to this point, it could be said that they were only one step away from success.

"Crack! ! !"

On the western battlefield, with the fall of a blade, the silver general's armor finally collapsed into pieces, unable to bear the weight.

And the owner of the armor, a Third-Rank deputy general covered in blood, revealed a look of fear for the first time.

Frantically throwing a punch to blast away the soldier who had shattered his armor, he turned his head to look towards Wei Changtian, his eyes filled with struggle.

Should he fight to the death alongside Wei Changtian? Or should he "take a step first"?

Honestly, this deputy general felt that he had already done enough tonight.

Moreover, a figure like Wei Changtian must have life-saving tools on him, and even if he fought to the last moment, he would most likely be fine.

But what about himself?

If he exhausted his last bit of inner force, the only result would be death.

Biting his teeth, the man blocked the blades constantly attacking him while reaching out to clutch the sachet that had always been hidden in his arms.

This was a token given to him by his sweetheart.

The two had agreed to get married after this battle was over.

But if he died here...

A flash of pain passed through his eyes, and the man slightly bent his knees, as if preparing to take flight and escape.

However, after only a breath, he slowly straightened his body again, mobilizing the last bit of inner force he had left, turning it into fierce fist shadows that slammed heavily into the crowd opposite him.

From "escape" to "not escape."

No one knew what kind of mental journey this Third-Rank deputy general had gone through.

Perhaps he felt that even if he escaped back, Xu Suihui would definitely not let him off.

Perhaps he felt that he was, after all, an Upper Third-Rank martial artist, so how could he be more afraid of death than these ants?

Perhaps he saw that no one else had escaped, and he felt guilty.

Or perhaps he didn't want his sweetheart to think he was a coward.

In short, no matter what the reason, the man made the decision "not to escape" at the last moment.

And other than Wei Changtian, the other five were the same.

Everyone had not chosen to escape alone, and had not even asked Wei Changtian a single question, but just gritted their teeth and continued to fight.

Even if they had already reached the point of exhaustion.

"Thump!"

His knees weakened, and the Third-Rank deputy general suddenly collapsed to the ground from exhaustion.

His eyes suddenly widened, and the sachet he had been clenching in his fist quietly slipped away.

Lying in the pool of blood, watching the long knives slashing towards him, the man knew that he was going to die here.

Regret, pain, remorse, relief.

Countless emotions surged into his mind at this moment, and then suddenly turned into unparalleled astonishment in the next second.

This, this is...

"Puchi!"

"Pu pu pu pu! ! !"

The sound of sharp blades slicing through skin and bones rang out one after another in his ears, instantly sending heads flying.

Staring blankly at the familiar sword energy, the man suddenly struggled to turn his head and looked in one direction.

Under the moonlight, above the accumulated corpses.

Dense longswords slowly floated up, and a flourishing Second-Rank aura suddenly exploded from the crowd surrounded by countless soldiers.

"Boom! ! ! !"

The wandering and roaring true dragon reappeared, the invisible grand formation covering more than ten miles slowly rose, dark clouds covered the crescent moon and the new sun, and streaks of purple lightning rolled in the clouds.

"..."

At this moment, all chaos suddenly stopped, and everyone standing on the ground was stunned.

Everyone stood blankly in place, looking up at the successive visions that had risen, looking at the man who stepped on the dragon's head, surrounded by sword light, and standing under the purple lightning, and felt as if they had seen a true immortal.

But obviously, this person was not a true immortal.

"This, how is this possible..."

Countless long knives fell to the ground, and countless Qian and Hui soldiers suddenly lost all courage in their hearts at this moment.

They could not accept everything they saw, could not accept that Wei Changtian, who was clearly about to fall a moment ago, was now appearing in front of them in this posture.

"What is this! ! What is this! ! !"

"Why is it like this! !"

"How, how can this be! !"

"Fake! It must be fake! !"

"..."

Despairing and unwilling roars, and the retreating crowd, all meant that this million-strong army, which had persisted for so long, had finally collapsed at this moment.

Standing in the high sky and looking down, they were no longer mad dogs and jackals, but only ants fleeing in all directions.

Wei Changtian calmly looked at all of this, and then slowly raised Longquan.

"Zheng zheng zheng! !"

Three thousand longswords simultaneously turned their tips downwards, and the purple lightning in the clouds became even denser.

Then, in the next moment, as Longquan drew an arc from top to bottom in the air, dense, endless sword light and purple lightning fell from the sky like a torrential rain.