Hu Shu watched as the Witch Tribe Great Witch led his army in another charge. He knew this would be an even more difficult, desperate battle. Turning to the equally exhausted yet resolute members of the Human Race and Qingyan Valley beside him, he shouted, "Brothers, sisters, there is no retreat for us. We can only fight!" The crowd answered in unison, gripping their weapons as they charged once more toward the Witch Tribe army. An even bloodier battle began.
At the foot of Shouyang Mountain, Witch Tribe sorcery rained down in a dense barrage. Brilliant yet deadly lights intertwined in the sky, producing chilling howls. Wherever those lights struck, the ground was torn apart, boulders were blasted to pieces, and dust filled the air. Under this fierce assault, the Defensive Formation laid down by the Human Race and the Minor Factions rippled in layers, as though it might shatter at any moment.
Within the Invincible Domain, beads of sweat the size of beans rolled continuously down Hu Shu's forehead. Gritting his teeth, he formed seals rapidly with both hands, maintaining the domain with all his strength. At its edges, the power of Witch Tribe sorcery struck again and again with sizzling sounds, as if countless invisible hands were desperately tearing at it. While sustaining the domain, he swept the battlefield with a piercing gaze, trying to find even the slightest opening in the Witch Tribe's impenetrable assault.
The Human Race and the members of Qingyan Valley temporarily steadied themselves under the dual protection of the Defensive Formation and the Invincible Domain. However, the Witch Tribe's offensive was simply too ferocious. Even with the defenses in place, people were constantly injured. A Human Race Youth had his saber knocked from his hand by the force of a spell. Immediately afterward, a ray of light struck his shoulder, and blood instantly soaked his clothes red. He let out a muffled groan, yet stubbornly picked up his saber and threw himself back into the fight.
An elder from Qingyan Valley waved the staff in his hand, releasing streams of azure light to contend against the Witch Tribe's sorcery. But as time passed, his movements gradually slowed. The depletion of his spiritual power lined his forehead with wrinkles, and his breathing grew labored.
Hu Shu knew this could not continue. He had to take the initiative and search for an opening. Seizing an opportunity, his figure flashed as he shot toward the Witch Tribe army like a bolt of black lightning. The Long Sword glowing in his hand flew from its sheath, runes flickering across its blade as it stabbed fiercely at a Witch Tribe warrior. The warrior reacted with equal speed, raising a bone club to block Hu Shu's savage strike. Clang! Sparks flew in all directions, and Hu Shu felt his arm go numb.
At that moment, the surrounding Witch Tribe warriors closed in, encircling Hu Shu completely. Yet he showed no fear. His Long Sword moved so swiftly in his hand that it formed an impenetrable curtain of blades, temporarily fending off the Witch Tribe's attacks. But the encirclement kept tightening, and the pressure on Hu Shu grew ever greater.
Elsewhere on the battlefield, the Allied Forces of the Human Race and Qingyan Valley were also struggling to hold on. The light of the Defensive Formation grew dimmer and dimmer, trembling violently with every impact of Witch Tribe sorcery. A Qingyan Valley disciple was struck in the leg by a ray of light while resisting a spell and fell to the ground. Seeing this, a Human Race warrior rushed over and helped him up. The two stood back-to-back and continued resisting the Witch Tribe's assault.
As Hu Shu fought the Witch Tribe warriors around him, he observed the entire battlefield from the corner of his eye. He discovered that whenever the Witch Tribe launched a large-scale sorcery attack, there was a brief gap in the middle. Though that gap was extremely fleeting, if he could seize the timing, it might become the key to a counterattack.
However, the Witch Tribe seemed to have noticed that Hu Shu was searching for their weakness. Their attacks became even fiercer and more closely coordinated. Within the Witch Tribe's encirclement, wounds gradually began appearing on Hu Shu's body, and blood stained his clothes red.
As time passed, the battle descended into a bitter struggle. Casualties among the Human Race and the Minor Factions steadily increased. The battlefield was thick with the stench of blood, its pungent smell enough to make one retch. Battle cries and screams intertwined like a tragic war song.
Watching his companions fall one after another, Hu Shu felt both grief and urgency. He knew he had to find the Witch Tribe's weakness and turn the tide as quickly as possible. Otherwise, they would find it difficult to endure this grueling battle. But the Witch Tribe's attacks surged on endlessly like waves, and that fleeting gap became harder and harder to catch. The situation grew ever more dire...
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