Retreat Behind the Pass
Lu Feng chased the Demon King, the Demon King chased the Grandmaster, and the Grandmaster ran around Lu Feng.
The three sides have formed a strange circle on the battlefield.
Having no other choice, Lu Feng could only kill some low-level demonic beasts that blocked his way during the pursuit.
But if he stops for more than two breaths, screams of agony from the distance will come, indicating that someone else has been caught up by the Demon King.
This stalemate lasted for about the time it takes to drink a cup of tea.
Lu Feng gradually noticed that the pace of those Grandmaster had begun to slow down.
Their True Essence was depleted too quickly during the long chase and entanglement; some of them could no longer even use their lightness skills and could only run on their own two legs.
If this continues, it won't be long before all of these people are worn down to death.
At that time, facing more than a dozen fourth-tier Demon King alone, plus countless third-tier and low-tier demon beasts, even with his abundant True Essence, he would have no chance of winning.
Without further hesitation, he shouted at the top of his lungs towards several key figures on the battlefield:
"Gentlemen! Continuing this will be disadvantageous for us! Retreat back to the pass and defend!"
Upon hearing this, the Grandmaster who were fleeing for their lives almost unanimously agreed.
"That's right! Let's go, retreat back inside the pass!"
They had wanted to back out for a long time, but no one dared to be the first to say it.
If anyone suggests retreating, morale will collapse, and whoever is the slowest to run will be doomed.
Now that Lu Feng has spoken out, he's essentially taken the blame for everyone, which is exactly what everyone wanted.
Just as Lu Shuang, Jiang Han, and Lin Jingfeng were about to speak, they turned around and saw that the Grandmaster were already rushing towards the passage inside the pass.
Lu Shuang gritted her teeth, turned around and shouted to the martial artists of the Hua Jin scattered across the battlefield:
"All disciples at the Hua Jin Realm, follow me and retreat back to the pass! We will cover you!"
She leaped to the front of the pass, and once again threw the Frost Sword into the air, weaving a dense net of swords before the pass.
Those low-level demonic beasts that caught up were shredded into pieces by the crisscrossing Sword Qi as soon as they crashed into the range of the sword formation.
Taking advantage of the sword formation's cover, the Hua Jin artists, all at the Transformation Realm, scrambled and crawled back into the passage.
"Charge! Don't let them retreat!"
On the high slope, the fourth-tier tiger king finally couldn't sit still any longer.
It still doesn't know whether the young master's plan has succeeded or not.
If it were to let the main human force escape and ruin the young master's plans, it wouldn't be a simple matter of death.
Upon hearing the Tiger King's command, the previously hesitant herd of beasts suddenly seemed to be infused with new ferocity, disregarding the killing power of the sword formation, and surged towards the pass in dense numbers.
The demonic beasts in the front row were shredded by the Sword Qi, while those in the back row continued to charge, stepping on the corpses of those in front, as if they didn't care about living or dying at all.
Lu Feng took the lead, guarding the outer edge of the sword formation and blocking more than a dozen Demon King.
He replaced the Ink-Sunken Saber with a third-tier longsword, abandoning his head-on heavy blade fighting style and instead using Phantom Steps in conjunction with Phantom Sword Art.
With a flash, three identical afterimages appeared on the battlefield simultaneously, each carrying a genuine Sword Force and presence.
He switched constantly between the three phantoms, each sword strike leaving a deep, bone-revealing wound on the Demon King.
Seeing this, Jiang Han also flew to his side and took down the three Demon King.
"I'll lend you a hand."
The two exchanged a glance, then said nothing more.
Lu Feng focused all his attention on the Phantom Sword Art.
Three afterimages darted back and forth among the twelve Demon King, Demon King attacked frantically, only to miss again and again.
The Black Iron Bear shattered the illusions several times in a row, its face contorted with rage.
"Which figure is the real one?!"
The Profound Water Crocodile observed for a moment, then suddenly spoke:
"Don't attack them one by one. Attack the three phantoms in groups of four simultaneously. Attack all three at once."
Upon hearing this, the Demon King immediately changed formation.
Four at a time, advancing simultaneously towards the three phantoms from three directions.
In this way, no matter which illusion Lu Feng switches between, he will be attacked by all four Demon King at the same time.
"Not good!"
At the checkpoint, Lin Jingfeng's expression changed drastically upon seeing this scene.
He glanced at the Hua Jin artists who hadn't finished evacuating from the passage, gritted his teeth, and ultimately didn't leave.
Once he leaves, these disciples at the Hua Jin will surely die.
Lu Shuang maintained the sword formation, her gaze piercing through the swirling Sword Qi, locking onto the figure in the center of the battlefield who was surrounded by twelve Demon King.
Her heart started racing involuntarily.
"We have no choice but to trust him now."
The twelve Demon King pressed forward simultaneously, four at a time, each attacking one of the three phantoms.
Lu Feng instantly realized that switching between illusions was no longer an option to dodge.
The three sets of attacks covered all escape routes, meaning that no matter where his true form was, he would be hit by at least four Demon King simultaneously.
Since we can't avoid it, then we won't try to avoid it.
Instead of sheathing his sword to defend himself, he poured all his True Essence into the sword, and his figure disappeared from the three phantoms at the same time. His true form appeared without warning in front of a wounded Demon King.
That was a fourth-tier Iron-Arm Ape that he had just repeatedly cut with his Phantom Sword Art; a deep, bone-revealing sword wound still remained on its right arm.
Phantom Sword Art, activated at full power.
The longsword was thrust forward, its Sword Force solidifying into a single line, aimed straight for the Iron-Arm Ape's throat.
Iron-Arm Ape's pupils contracted sharply as it tried to raise its arm to block, but the injury to its right arm made it a beat too slow.
The sword's edge pierced through the Adam's apple, down the cervical spine, and emerged from the back of the neck.
[Ding! Successfully killed a Tier 4 Iron-Arm Ape, gained Demon Points: 1,000,000]
Almost at the same moment, the attacks of the other three Demon King also landed on Lu Feng.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
Three enormous demonic forces exploded simultaneously.
Lu Feng felt as if he had been struck by three heavy hammers at the same time. He was sent flying dozens of meters away, crashing heavily into the rock wall outside the pass before bouncing back to the ground.
A spiderweb-like pattern of deep cracks appeared on the rock face, and gravel cascaded down.
"Lu Feng!"
Lu Shuang's voice trembled for the first time.
She abruptly withdrew her sword formation, her figure flashing like an icy blue streak of light to Lu Feng's side, kneeling on one knee to help him up.
She took out a high-grade Healing Pill from her bosom and, with trembling fingers, put it into Lu Feng's mouth.
Are you alright?
Lu Feng coughed twice, and a trickle of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, landing on his clothes.
"Fine."
Lu Feng tried to stand up, supporting himself with his knife, but a dull pain in his chest made him sit back down.
Even with the combined power of the Hundred Beasts Body Tempering Art Level 3) and the Immeasurable Golden Body Art, his internal organs were still injured by the simultaneous attack of three fourth-tier Demon King.
Although it wasn't serious, it wasn't entirely without injury.
"Quickly retreat back to the checkpoint!"
Lin Jingfeng shouted at the top of his lungs towards the checkpoint.
Jiang Han swiftly moved to Lu Feng's other side and took his arm.
"Walk!"
Lu Shuang led the way, and with a swing of her Frost Sword, an arc of Sword Qi swept out, cutting down more than a dozen monsters that had caught up with her.
Taking advantage of this opening, the four quickly retreated into the passage.