"It's over."
Fang Han stood with his sword in hand and slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air.
<Mystic Wind Art>Internal Qi in the body has been consumed more than 90%.
He turned his head and looked at Yun Qianyue and Li Feng. Their faces were as pale as paper and were already crumbling.
Yun Qianyue didn't speak, just nodded slightly.
The pair of eyes exposed outside the purple gauze fell on Fang Han, stayed for a moment, and then moved away.
Li Feng sat down on the ground, panting heavily, and the long knife in his hand dropped into a pool of blood with a clang.
He took off the water bag from his waist, raised his head and took a few sips, then handed it to Fang Han and Yun Qianyue.
Fang Han took it, took a sip, and handed the water bag to Yun Qianyue.
The three of them just sat in the messy gathering place, no one said a word.
In my ears, there was only the sound of the wind and the faint sound of crying coming from the distance.
After resting for a while, Fang Han took two pills of True Spirit Pill, sat down cross-legged, closed his eyes and adjusted his breathing.
<Mystic Wind Art> operates slowly, quickly refining the power of True Spirit Pill into Internal Qi, replenishing the severely consumed Internal Qi.
In this fight, he killed no less than fifty monsters, including a Silver Wolf at the Third Grade level.
Internal Qi was almost exhausted, and there were more than ten wounds on his body. Although they were not fatal, they made him feel exhausted to the core.
Not far away, Yun Qianyue and Li Feng were also sitting cross-legged, with Internal Qi fluctuations all over their bodies, obviously they were also practicing and recovering Internal Qi.
In the gathering point, someone was quietly picking up the bodies of their companions, with gentle but heavy movements.
Someone was kneeling in a pool of blood, closing the wide-open eyes of an acquaintance with trembling hands.
There were low sobs coming from everywhere, intermittent, and seemed particularly desolate in the night wind.
Internal Qi recovered, Fang Han opened his eyes, and scanned this gathering place that was noisy and lively yesterday, but now is devastated.
The tents were swaying this way and that, many of them turned into charred remains.
The ground was soaked with blood and felt sticky and slippery when stepped on.
The air was filled with an indescribably thick smell of blood, mixed with the peculiar fishy smell of monsters, and some kind of disgusting burnt smell.
A disciple of the Azure Profound Sect walked by not far away, walking hobbled. His left arm was simply wrapped with a cloth strip, which was soaked in blood.
He lowered his head, his eyes empty.
Further away, several female disciples of Hundred Flower Valley were gathered together, with the bodies of three young women lying in the middle.
Their clothes were stained with blood, their faces were as pale as paper, and they would never wake up again.
A female disciple knelt beside the corpse, her shoulders shaking slightly, and suppressed cries could be heard intermittently.
Vajra Temple Over there, several monks sat cross-legged and chanted sutras in a low voice.
In front of them were placed the remains of five monks with broken robes, and the golden monks' robes had turned dark red.
The sound of chanting sutras was low and sad, slowly drifting in the morning breeze.
Tyrant Blade Sect, Lingyun Sword Sect, Rain Listening Tower, Nether Pavilion... Everywhere, the losses were counted and the remains of their companions were collected.
Fang Han recovered the consumed Internal Qi, opened his eyes, and felt heavy in his heart.
This fight was too brutal.
Those fresh faces, those young disciples who were chatting and hunting monsters together not long ago, were left forever in this strange forest overnight.
"Senior Brother Fang."
A cold voice sounded beside him.
Fang Han tilted his head, Yun Qianyue had already stood up and walked to his side.
The pair of eyes exposed outside the purple gauze were looking at the busy figures in the gathering point, with an indescribable emotion flashing in their eyes.
"The casualties... are probably quite large."
She said softly.
Fang Han nodded and said nothing.
Not long after, a Azure Profound Sect disciple hurriedly came over and bowed. "Senior Brother Fang, Deputy Hall Master Chen, please come over with all the team leaders."
Fang Han stood up and looked at Yun Qianyue: "You should rest first."
Yun Qianyue nodded slightly.
Fang Han followed the disciple towards the center of the gathering point.
Along the way, Azure Profound Sect's eyes fell on him from time to time - with awe and gratitude.
Previously, while protecting Yun Qianyue and Li Feng, he also rescued many fellow disciples who were in danger.
In front of a relatively intact tent, Chen Wanjun stood with his hands behind his back.
His face was calm, and there was no hint of happiness or anger, but deep in his eyes, there was a hint of pain that was difficult to conceal.
A fierce battle to kill an extremely difficult First Grade monster would take a lot of energy even for a strong man like him.
But at this moment, he still stood upright, like a javelin.
Five Elder stood beside him, their expressions solemn.
All around, the leaders of each Azure Profound Sect team arrived one after another.
Luo Yuntian, Mad Butcher, Chen Wuhen, Su Yuwei, Liu Ruyan, Wang Miao, Yang Zhe--seven people arrived one after another, all with varying degrees of injuries on their bodies, and their faces were not very good-looking.
More than a dozen sect members Deacon also arrived one after another, and most of them had injuries on their bodies.
Fang Han arrived. He walked to Luo Yuntian's side and nodded slightly as a greeting.
Luo Yuntian glanced at Fang Han, nodded, and said nothing.
Chen Wanjun glanced at everyone, was silent for a moment, and then slowly spoke:
"The casualties have been counted."
His voice was low, with a hint of hoarseness.
"In the battle last night, a total of twenty-one of my Azure Profound Sect disciples were killed."
Twenty-one.
When this number fell into his ears, Fang Han's heart suddenly sank.
Out of more than a hundred disciples, a total of twenty-one were killed in one battle.
Those fresh faces, those young disciples who respectfully called him "Senior Brother Fang" yesterday, those fellow disciples who came to hunt monsters with great longing...
Twenty-one lives were left in this strange forest forever.
Luo Yuntian frowned and said nothing.
Mad Butcher clenched his fists, and the muscles on his rough face twitched slightly.
Chen Wuhen slowly closed his eyes.
Su Yuwei lowered his eyes, a trace of sadness flashed in those cold eyes. Liu Ruyan pursed his lips.
Wang Miao looks pale.
Yang Zhe lowered his head.
Fang Han was silent, feeling like a huge boulder was pressing on his heart, so heavy that he couldn't breathe.
He was not familiar with the disciples who died in battle, and could not even name most of them.
But they are from the same sect, brothers who came out of the Azure Profound Sect together.
People who were alive yesterday become cold corpses tonight.
This feeling made him feel extremely heavy.
"The losses of each sect are not small."
Chen Wanjun continued, his voice low and steady, as if he was stating a fact that he did not want to face.
"Vajra Temple, nineteen people were killed."
"Tyrant Blade Sect, twenty-three people were killed."
"Lingyun Sword Sect, twenty-two people were killed."
"Hundred Flower Valley, twenty-seven people were killed."
"Rain Listening Tower, twenty people were killed."
"Nether Pavilion, twenty-five people were killed."
"On the military side, more than a hundred warriors were killed."
Each number is like a heavy hammer, hitting everyone's heart.
Among Seven Sects, the one who suffered the least losses was the Vajra Temple disciple who was good at Horizontal Training Kung Fu and had the strongest life-saving ability. However, a total of nineteen disciples were killed.
Hundred Flower Valley suffered the largest loss, losing 27 people.
In addition to the military's more than 100 fallen warriors--
That night, more than two hundred people died in this gathering place.
Two hundred lives.
Fang Han took a deep breath and suppressed the surging emotions in his heart.
But at the same time, a doubt quietly emerged in my mind.
This attack tonight is too strange.
There are many monsters in the Cloud Mist Mountain Range, but they have always been assigned to their respective territories and do not belong to each other.
It's not normal for thousands of monsters to unite and attack at night like this.
There must be a manipulator behind the scenes.
Moreover, those who can mobilize so many monsters are definitely not ordinary monsters.
Fang Han raised his eyes and looked at Chen Wanjun.
Chen Wanjun's deep eyes are looking at the mountains and forests in the distance at the moment, with a complicated expression.
He seemed to be thinking about something too.
After a moment, Chen Wanjun withdrew his gaze, scanned the crowd, and said in a deep voice:
"What do you think about tonight's events?"
Everyone was silent for a moment.
Luo Yuntian spoke first, with a steady voice:
"Deputy Hall Master Chen, the number of monsters attacking tonight is absolutely extraordinary. This disciple believes that there must be something fishy behind this incident."
Chen Wanjun nodded slightly and motioned for him to continue.
Luo Yuntian hesitated for a moment and continued:
"There are many monsters in the Cloud Mist Mountain Range, but they have always been dominant. Being able to mobilize so many monsters to attack at the same time, I'm afraid... there is only one possibility."
When he said this, he paused and looked at Chen Wanjun.
Chen Wanjun nodded and took it for him:
"There is a more powerful monster manipulating behind the scenes."
As soon as these words came out, the atmosphere in the tent instantly became a little more solemn.
Mad Butcher frowned, Chen Wuhen's complexion changed slightly, Su Yuwei tightened his lips, a trace of fear flashed in Liu Ruyan's eyes, Wang Miao and Yang Zhe looked at each other, and both saw horror in each other's eyes.
Even though Fang Han had already made some guesses, he still couldn't help but feel shocked.
Chen Wanjun glanced at everyone and said slowly:
"According to the judgment of our Seven Sects and the military First Grade experts, being able to mobilize so many Cloud Mist Mountain Range monsters and make them attack so wildly is definitely not something ordinary First Grade monsters can do."
He paused and his voice became deeper:
"In the depths of the Cloud Mist Mountain Range, it is very possible that... a master-level monster was born."
Grandmaster level monster.
The moment these four words fell into his ears, Fang Han felt a chill from the soles of his feet to the sky.
His pupils shrank slightly, and a chill ran down his spine.
Grandmaster level.
That is a terrifying existence that is superior to First Grade and is enough to establish a sect.
The reason why Seven Sects is able to surpass Qingyang Prefecture's countless forces and become the top force in the county is precisely because every sect has a master-level powerhouse in charge.
And now, Chen Wanjun told them that a master-level existence was also born among the monsters.
The muscles on Mad Butcher's face twitched slightly, and for the first time, unconcealable horror appeared in those rough eyes.
Chen Wuhen The folding fan that never left his hand closed with a "snap", and his knuckles turned slightly white from the exertion.
Su Yuwei turned pale and subconsciously tightened the hilt of the sword at his waist.
Liu Ruyan pursed her lips, and the coldness in her eyes was replaced by fear at this moment.
Wang Miao and Yang Zhe turned pale and were speechless for a long time.
Luo Yuntian's brows were furrowed, and his face was equally solemn.
But he was the senior brother after all. He quickly suppressed the fear in his heart and asked in a deep voice:
"Deputy Hall Master Chen, it is very possible that a master-level monster was born in the depths of the Cloud Mist Mountain Range. So, how should we deal with it next?"