Chapter Seventy-Four: Miserable

The situation here is one-sided, and everyone is killing happily, seeing victory in sight. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 infoNo one expected that while they were trying their best to achieve victory, there would be a wave of hidden demons ready to take advantage of the fire.

In the long-term tug-of-war, there were more and more wounds on Tianjizi's body, and several elders gradually became a little overwhelmed. Fortunately, with the help of the soldiers, victory was only a matter of time, and everyone braced themselves and brandished their swords to slaughter the last few demons.

When calm returned to the flat ground, there were endless cheers everywhere, and the students hugged each other, waved their hands, or jumped and cheered with joy to convey the joy in their hearts.

The teachers, who gritted their teeth and insisted on fighting to the end, didn't care about anything else, breathed a long sigh of relief, and sat down on the ground with a relieved smile on their faces.

Tianjizi's long sword stood on the ground, supporting his body, resting for a while and finally relieving his breath. Drawing his long sword, he laughed a few times in the sky, waved his long sleeves behind him, and strode towards the leader of the soldiers.

"General Jin, thanks to your help this time, I finally got rid of this damn demon and saved the lives of my entire academy. I am here to thank you on behalf of all of you. ā€

General Jin laughed, waved his hand and said loudly:

"The principal is polite, these are the orders of the emperor and his old man. But fortunately, this demon has only come so much, and if there are a few more waves, I won't be able to resist it. ā€

Tianjizi said polite words in his mouth, and stretched out one hand in the direction of the academy, inviting the soldiers who came to participate in the academy's celebratory banquet.

Under the orders of General Jin, the soldiers under the mountain turned around in unison and walked in the direction of the headmaster with a group of teachers and elders.

A white-haired old man in the shade of the tree smiled coldly.

"Just let you be proud for a while."

In the hall of the academy, the war, which had lasted for more than two years, had finally been won, and everyone was a little overjoyed. Everyone took off their guards, and only two young disciples were left in the entire academy to guard the mountain gate as usual. After three rounds of drinking, everyone was slightly drunk, and the tense muscles gradually relaxed.

On the other side of the academy, Shi Xuan dodged into the secret realm, and took advantage of the gap when the secret realm was opened, and ordered the hairball to summon dozens of flying demon beasts at the fastest speed. At the last moment when the entrance closed, he returned to the woods with a huge team of demon beasts.

The guard at the mountain gate was also tired from the long night, rubbed the corners of his eyes and yawned, and continued to stare at the mountain gate, as if something black crossed his eyes. The guard thought he was dazzled, and reached out to rub his eyes, but the black spots in his eyes became clearer.

After several confirmations, the guard finally saw what was in front of him, opened his mouth wide in fear, and ran towards the banquet place, even without realizing that the saber in his hand had fallen.

In the banquet hall, everyone laughed, sang and danced, and was immersed in joy. A figure slammed open the door with a "bang", ignoring everyone's dissatisfaction, and knelt straight in front of the principal.

"Headmaster, no...... Oh no. ā€

"What's the matter, say it well, do it in a panic."

The principal was pushing and changing cups with General Jin, and it was a hot conversation, when he saw his student so rude and rude intruding, he suddenly felt his face dull, and shouted with a straight face.

"The demons are here again."

The guard said in horror with a trembling voice.

In the hall, everyone was excited, and they suddenly sobered up a little.

"What?"

The Headmaster stepped forward in disbelief and grabbed the guard by the collar, lifting it up, staring into the horrible eyes and asking urgently.

"The demons are coming, more than ever."

The headmaster suddenly let go of his hands as if he had lost his soul, and involuntarily took two steps back.

"It's over, it's over."

Everyone below finally knew what they had heard, and for a moment the hall was filled with the sound of wine glasses cracking, tables falling to the ground, screams, and pain.

"Silence, everyone must not be chaotic, we can defeat the first time, we can defeat the second." General Kim stood up with a "pout", and his loud voice resounded through the hall.

"How is it possible, we have barely won the last war, and now there is a stronger wave, how can we win. Who knows if there will be another wave after this wave is over, the demons are crazy, and we are all finished. The third elder Zhao Long muttered to himself in a daze, and the defense line in his heart had already been crushed by the sudden news.

"Cheer up, if you don't try, you will definitely die, try and there is still hope for life, don't weaken your momentum, increase the prestige of others, come with me, rush out and kill him without leaving a piece of armor. The soldiers listened to the order and swore to fight the demons to the end. ā€

General Jin raised the long knife in his hand and glanced at everyone in the hall, and the loud and magnificent voice with true qi reached everyone's hearts, shaking everyone's ears.

Feeling the momentum of the soldiers as if they were at home, with the encouragement of General Kim, everyone cheered up, one by one puffed up their chests and fought with high morale, and the soldiers who followed them marched forward bravely, vowing to fight the demons to the death.

More and more demons are coming from the horizon, tearing the ground and the sky. At the forefront were some low-level demons who made meat shields, and as the scale of the battle became larger and larger, the level of appearance became higher and higher, until in the end, there were eighty or ninety mid-level and late-stage cultivators. This is equivalent to the mid-stage cultivation of the human Jindan, which is simply equivalent to eighty or ninety academy elders.

The black-pressed team is approaching with a crushing momentum.

Tianjizi roared angrily and gave the command to attack everyone.

All the students, including the teachers and elders, knew that there was no hope of escape when they saw this scene, and they all showed their determination to die, wanting to kill the demons completely.

The "swish" sound of weapons rubbing, the "boom" of spell attacks, and the screams of human beings mixed together, resounding throughout the flat ground. The tragic battlefield is like purgatory on earth, whether it is a human or a demon, everyone is red-eyed, and there is only killing in their hearts! Kill! Kill!

Countless blood splattered on his face, blurred his eyes, soaked his clothes, and finally dripped to the ground, merging into a red river of blood.

Chen Ruirui's heart was already numb and cold, and he was deeply stabbed by this blood red, so he avoided spells, cut off the demon in front of him, and turned around and ran to the next enemy without stopping.

Wu Ze's always calm eyes were full of grief, and with his cultivation in the middle stage of foundation building, he and a group of teachers were fierce in the air, mercilessly strangling the enemy.

Tianjizi and General Jin led a group of Jindan stage people, struggling to resist more than a hundred Jindan stage demons.

The difference in quantity made Tianjizi and the others more and more powerless, there were more and more wounds on their bodies, and the robes around them had already been shattered.

However, the people who were already weak did not retreat in their hearts at this time, and they all struggled to support it with one belief, even if they died, they had to pull a demon on their backs.