Chapter 6567 Time is running out!

"time is limited!"

In the Yuhuatian Palace, the eunuch responsible for calculating time inserted the incense stick about one meter high into the incense burner outside the palace.

This incense stick represents the time when hunting in the hunting world ends.

"Do you need such precise timing?"

"It seems like Emperor Chu sees this farce going on and wants to end it as soon as possible."

Many people saw this incense stick with different faces and expressions.

It was also because there were so many unexpected situations in the hunting world this time that Emperor Chu had to strictly calculate the time. Once the time expired, all the hunting world magic circles would be activated and the warriors inside would be teleported out.

The time for the first few hunts in the hunting world will not be so strict at all, and it can be postponed for a day or two.

But not this hunt.

The nature of this hunting has completely changed. From hunting among the top sects in the demon world, it has evolved into a private vendetta between the warriors of the Eastern Region and the warriors of the Northern Region.

Emperor Chu did not immediately stop hunting in the hunting world, which is enough to show the broadmindedness of Chu State.

If it were the sects and families from other territories, they would have already fallen out with the Northern Territory.

Everyone can clearly see the incense stick inserted in front of the Yuhua Celestial Palace. Although it is more than one meter high, the burning speed is unsatisfactory.

After everyone observed it carefully, they concluded that it would only take one day for the incense stick to burn out.

In other words, there is only one day left before the hunting world officially ends.

…

Chu Tinghan took Lin Bai back to the island where the Eastern Territory Warriors were based in the Hunting Realm, and immediately activated the defensive array on the island.

At the same time, an order was sent out, asking the Xuanwu Camp soldiers to return quickly, leaving the battlefield completely to the warriors from the Eastern Region and the Northern Region of the Demon Realm.

Not many soldiers returned from the Xuanwu Battalion, and all of them were seriously injured, but this was not the time to count casualties.

After the Xuanwu Camp soldiers returned, Chu Tinghan asked them to simply deal with their injuries, and then immediately sent them to various places on the island to guard the strongholds and magic formations to guard against another attack by the warriors from the Northern Territory.

"It's okay, it's safe for now."

Seeing that the island magic circle was gathering together and some of the Xuanwu Camp soldiers had returned, Chu Tinghan felt a little more at ease and said to Lin Bai: "Master Langhou, please heal your wounds first, and leave the matters on the battlefield to us."

"Don't be brave! That palm from the Holy Son of the Soul Refining Sect must have been uncomfortable." Lin Baiyu saw Chu Tinghan's face pale and her eyes broken, but she still gritted her teeth and insisted on arranging various defenses.

Is this the perseverance of the general tiger girl?

If it had been anyone else, he would have fallen to the ground long ago with such a serious injury.

"It's nothing serious." Chu Tinghan looked at the bleeding wound on his abdomen and laughed miserably, "The Holy Son of the most prosperous sect in the Northern Territory is indeed not that easy to deal with!"

"hehe."

Chu Tinghan laughed at himself again, "I see that when you deal with them, it seems to be very simple, and there are back and forth. Why are we defeated immediately when we fight against them?"

It didn't matter that Chu Tinghan took it lightly, just because he saw Lu Qingjun, Chen Yule, Huang Qingyun, Lin Bai and others fighting against the disciples of the most prosperous sects and top sects in the Northern Territory, fighting back and forth, evenly matched, and evenly matched.

And Chu Tinghan believed that he was a warrior on the same level as the top saint son. Even if he was not the opponent of the saint son of the prosperous sect, he would not lose so miserably.

Unexpectedly.