Powerful Reinforcements Arrive
Having received the order from the Demon Lord, their already fierce attack instantly became even more terrifying.
The members of the Flowing Light Sword Sect, who had previously thought they could handle the situation, were experiencing immense pressure for the first time. They knew very well that if no outside help arrived, they probably wouldn't last until tomorrow morning.
Sang Zheng took the medicinal powder handed to him by the healer and unceremoniously sprinkled it on the torn wound in his abdomen, completely ignoring the piercing pain it caused.
"What's the situation at the mountain gate?" After bandaging his wounds, Sang Zheng couldn't help but ask.
His injury was caused by shards from the explosion of a Nascent Soul Realm puppet after he had eliminated it. Fortunately, the injury wasn't serious; he only needed a little bandaging to return to the battlefield.
However, the healer treating him didn't think so. Upon hearing Sang Zheng's concerned inquiry, she immediately replied, "Uncle Sang, your body is almost at its limit. You've lost so much blood this time. You should rest more and not go back into the game immediately, otherwise your wounds will reopen."
Nan Gurong felt she was going to be heartbroken for her friend's father. She only became acquainted with Sang Zheng returned to the Flowing Light Sword Sect.
Because of the Sang Household's influence, after the Plain Robe Pavilion was besieged, this group of medical cultivators, who were not strong in attack, abandoned their sects immediately and fled to the Flowing Light Sword Sect for protection.
She never imagined she would encounter Sang Zheng and his wife again, especially since the two had already left the Twin Orchid Realm to search for news of their daughter. Now that the Twin Orchid Realm was facing another crisis, any intelligent person wouldn't choose to return to court death.
But then, Sang Zheng and his wife returned.
Nan Gurong let out a breath. She had already learned about Sang Ying's situation from the two people, so she used her friend's words to advise her father, "Uncle Sang, if you don't take care of yourself, Sang Ying will definitely be unhappy when she comes back and finds that you are still injured."
Sang Zheng, however, was quite confident. "Don't worry, Sang Ying won't find out."
"What? I won't find out?" A pleasant female voice instantly entered the room, causing the two people inside to freeze in shock.
Sang Zheng looked up at the door, and an unexpected figure came into his view.
The opponent arrived exhausted and reeked of blood; demon blood still clung to her snow-white blade. Her aura as Nascent Soul Cultivator was unabashedly displayed, instantly intimidating the two.
In the end, Nan Gurong was the first to react. "Sang, Sang Ying?"
She pulled him into the house with a look of delighted surprise. "You're finally back! I knew you'd come back the moment I saw Uncle Sang. He said you were trapped in the Black Tortoise Realm, and I was really worried something might have happened to you. Thank goodness you're back safe and sound!"
Unlike Nan Gurong's surprise, Sang Zheng was carefully trying to minimize his presence. His injuries were quite serious, and if his daughter saw him, he would probably get a good scolding.
But it was too late to hide now. Sang Zheng had barely made a move to cover his wound when Sang Ying's sharp gaze fell on him. "Now you know how to hide? Weren't you so tough before, saying I wouldn't find out, and that you were going to go to the battlefield with your wound?"
Sang Ying's tone was very unfriendly. Sang Zheng, who had always been a strong father in front of his daughter, felt the pressure from his child for the first time.
He blinked. "I was just kidding. I'll definitely go to the battlefield after I've rested."
"There's no need to go," Sang Ying immediately dismissed his idea. "Those demons have already been driven away by us."
The two people inside immediately stared at her with wide eyes, their expressions filled with shock.
"What did you just say?" Sang Zheng wondered if he had misheard.
But Sang Ying patiently repeated to her father, "I said, we've already driven those demons away!"
Let's go back one hour.
As the second strongest fighting force on the front line, Sang Zheng's injury and departure directly doubled the pressure on the others.
The demon army transferred from other places gradually surrounded the entire Flowing Light Sword Sect, refusing to give them any chance to leave. After seeing the dark mass of demons at the foot of the immortal mountain, despair filled everyone's hearts.
Song Jiaojiao had put aside her work of saving people, picked up her sword, and fought alongside her senior brother to the mountain gate, where Chen Xiu was also present.
When Song Jiaojiao's gaze fell on her, the female cultivator tilted her head. "Why are you looking at me? I just want to avenge my senior sister!"
Song Jiaojiao remained silent. They had already lost enough people in this disaster.
Another attack from the demons came quickly. The Devil Cultivator and fallen demons rushed forward like a black tide, giving the people of the Flowing Light Sword Sect no chance to catch their breath.
Countless disciples raised their swords, only to fall one after another to the demons' blades.
The cultivators still lying in the ward endured the pain and stood guard in front of the mountain gate again, but this time they had no chance to be carried back for treatment.
As Song Jiaojiao watched the people dying one after another, her heart was filled with pain and fear. She couldn't understand why it was the Twin Orchid Realm, or why the demons would suddenly unleash such powerful energy, pushing them all into the abyss.
With a "splat", scalding blood splattered onto Song Jiaojiao's face, and Chen Xiu's figure slowly collapsed in front of her.
Song Jiaojiao didn't even have time to shed tears; she mechanically swung her sword and slashed down the black mantis that had attacked her. Only after completely eliminating the danger around her did she pounce on Chen Xiu, who had just blocked a fatal blow for her.
Chen Xiu was too badly injured. Based on Song Jiaojiao's limited experience in saving lives, even the most skilled healer in the sect would not be able to save her.
In just a few breaths, Chen Xiu only had time to leave behind the words, "Bury me and my senior sister together," before closing her eyes forever.
Song Jiaojiao dared not cry, nor did she have time to cry. She quickly put Chen Xiu's body into a special Storage Bag, and then gripped her sword and fiercely slashed at the attacker.
She endured this torment for an unknown amount of time until she finally gave up.
The senior student in front of her had a deep wound on his shoulder, and Song Jiaojiao herself had a wound on her left arm that was neither deep nor shallow.
She looked up and saw everyone gritting their teeth and resisting in despair, hoping to secure a future for themselves and the Twin Orchid Realm.
But against the powerful demon army, this seemed to be nothing but wishful thinking.
Another Devil Cultivator attacked Song Jiaojiao, and the opponent's immense strength shattered her spiritual sword on the spot. Without her Law Artifact, the Devil Cultivator's attacks came crashing down on her again.
Song Jiaojiao wanted to hide, but it was too late. She closed her eyes, but felt no fear.
The expected pain did not occur. When Song Jiaojiao opened her eyes again, the Devil Cultivator was already lying at her feet.
"Don't stand there." With that voice, a spirit sword fell from a great height in front of her. "Pick up the sword and fight back!"
Song Jiaojiao looked up and saw a huge flying boat floating beneath a patch of dark, gray clouds. The figure leaping off the flying boat was clearly Sang Ying, the one she had been thinking about for so long!
A note from the author:
That's all for today, thank you everyone, see you tomorrow!