Today's fourth update: Chapter 2940! 4/4!
A Li stood atop the murky water, gasping violently.
He looked back at the comrades around him who had either fallen unconscious or exhausted their strength.
He looked at Yanran's pale, frail gaze, though she still stubbornly held on.
He looked at the thirty-three dark-golden barricades ahead, radiating terrifying pressure like impassable chasms.
He looked at the remaining clamfolk soldiers slowly closing in from all sides, their killing intent boiling over.
An indescribable heaviness weighed upon his heart.
The weak aura around him was like a candle flame in the wind, seeming ready to go out at any moment. The Wild Ox Totem's glow was also so faint that it was nearly invisible.
Yet...
He was actually smiling. Likewise, Yanran, who had fallen with the other seven hundred ninety-nine and been battered by the waves, was smiling as well.
Their smiles were filled with the satisfaction of having fulfilled their mission in this battle.
Yanran's little lips moved soundlessly, seeming to offer both instructions and concern.
A Li understood her meaning from the shape of her lips. "Brother Li, I'll leave the rest to you."
A Li nodded heavily. He put away his dim divine equipment, the dimmed Can Bow, and the Mao Fist one after another. Facing the tide-like surge of enemies, he appeared utterly unhurried.
Taking a deep breath of the foul air, he sensed the incomparably dense power of heaven and earth formed from the bloodline power and soul power returned to origin after the deaths of the clamfolk soldiers—countless hundreds of millions of casualties wrought by the White Tiger Saintly Avatar's merciless slaughter.
If Xu Kun had been here, he would likely have absorbed it all again and converted it into cultivation treasures comparable to energy crystals, just like