The mosquitoes surrounding the Martial Artist teams seemed to be getting killed one by one, but they gave every Martial Artist a growing sense of urgency. After all, killing mosquitoes required Blood Qi, and the expenditure was considerable. If each mosquito had not merely possessed strength close to Houtian Layer One, many Martial Artists would already have Received Lunchbox on the spot.
But as time passed, it was only a matter of time before the mosquitoes succeeded in sucking blood.
As a result, the agitation became increasingly obvious.
Qian Wantong was in exactly that situation. Although he had reached Houtian Layer Ten, the Qian Family's other low- and Middle Stage Houtian Martial Artists were already growing exhausted, with more than half their Blood Qi depleted. As the team's emergency support, Qian Wantong rushed back and forth to assist those Qian Family Martial Artists, constantly stepping in to save them.
As a result, Qian Wantong's Blood Qi consumption began to rise sharply. In barely ten minutes, two-thirds of his Blood Qi had been used up. If this continued, he felt that he might be the next person to die.
Just as Qian Wantong was growing anxious, Qian Ying's voice reached his ears. "Third Steward, deliver my orders. Have all the Martial Artists gather together and form a circle around me. Have everyone stand as close together as possible so that I can protect them more easily."
"Ah, elder, you..." Qian Wantong disagreed inwardly. In a situation like this, protecting other people would surely do more harm than good. Their own Martial Artists still needed protection. If anything went wrong, even losing one person would be a tremendous loss.
"Go. Deliver my orders. Gather our Qian Family members first, then relay my words. Also, have every family leader come to me immediately