And behind all this, it is inseparable from Lin Ping'an's contributions.

The evil sect exercises he had released were like the first rays of sunshine at dawn.

It illuminated the path of the Great Xia martial arts world, and raised the overall strength of the martial artists of the entire civilization to the level of a six-rank quasi-grandmaster.

This is not only a numerical leap, but also the crystallization of the sweat and wisdom of countless people, and a powerful demonstration of the martial arts heritage of Great Xia.

In this town-guarded city, every martial artist is bathed in the baptism of exercises, and his cultivation has reached the level of the peak of the six grades.

Everyone is enough to be called a strong party.

Nowadays, many Great Xia warriors have firm and sharp eyes, and their movements are vigorous and decisive.

In the face of the onrushing army of strange beasts, wielding the weapons in his hands, he used powerful tricks to slaughter these once feared beasts as easily as a knife cutting tofu.

In that move, all of them showed great strength and incomparable self-confidence.

Every slash, every punch, with a thunderous momentum, dissolves the attack of the alien beast invisibly.

It only took a moment before and after, and the beasts that were originally alive and fierce were extremely fierce.

Under the fierce attack of the strong men of Great Xia, it has been piled up into a hill full of corpses.

The fierce light that once flickered in the giant beast's pupils had been extinguished, leaving only a hollow and terrifying head, witnessing this tragic battle.

On the battlefield, crimson blood soaked the land, mingling with broken scales and feathers to form a shocking picture.

The air was filled with a strong smell of blood, as if it could condense into substance, reaching straight into the sky, making people feel sick.

But this pungent aura did not make the warriors of Great Xia flinch in the slightest, but strengthened their determination to protect their homeland.

At this moment, those eighth-rank great masters and ninth-rank powerhouses who represented the strongest combat power in Great Xia were still standing in the sky like mountains standing proudly in the clouds.

These figures look solemn and majestic in the afterglow of the setting sun.

However, they did not pretend to be superior and did not want to go into battle.

It's because the battle that belongs to them hasn't really come yet, and the more powerful beast generals, beast kings, and even beast emperors are still hiding in the darkness in the distance, waiting for an opportunity to move.

Although I watched countless compatriots fall in front of my eyes, the pain in my heart was like a knife.

But in order to win the slim possibility of victory, the strong men of Great Xia chose tenacity and forbearance.

At this moment, he clenched the divine weapon in his hand, and stared into the distance with blazing eyes.

Let the grief and helplessness in my heart turn into endless strength, silently accumulate, waiting for the moment of outbreak.

Just like them, the warriors fighting below also understand.

Only by preserving strength can we deliver a fatal blow to the enemy at a critical moment and defend the dignity and peace of Great Xia.

However, fortunately, the average strength of Great Xia is high enough, for these quasi-grandmaster martial artists at the peak of the sixth grade.

Middle- and low-level alien beasts are not a threat at all, they are just regular consumption on the eve of a real war.

High in the sky, Lin Ping'an stood on the top of the clouds, his deep eyes were like a sea of stars, staring indifferently at the battlefield in the distance.

The figure stood tall in the wind, and the clothes were hunting in the wind, as if they were one with the heavens and the earth.

In his eyes, there was no nervousness and anxiety, just calmness and composure beyond ordinary people.

At this moment, Lin Ping'an also did not participate in this fierce battle.

Instead, he chose to be a bystander and wait for the situation to unfold.

For Great Xia, this battle was not only a life-and-death contest, but also a test of will and strength, a baptism of blood and fire.

From beginning to end, he did not position himself as a nanny who guards civilization and takes care of everything.

Unless there is an existential crisis, or this matter is related to Lin Ping'an's vital interests.

Otherwise, he would not easily intervene in battles that should have been faced and resolved by Great Xia itself.

In his view, true strength does not come from the protection of the outside world, but from inner tenacity and tempering.

A civilization that has not been trained in war is like a flower in a greenhouse, although it is beautiful, it cannot withstand the invasion of wind and rain.

Excessive spoiling and protection will only make civilization fragile and eventually destroyed in the real waves.

On the contrary, only by experiencing the baptism of blood and fire can an indestructible and powerful core be forged.

"Born in sorrow, die in peace."

This is a truth that has remained unchanged since ancient times.

What's more, Lin Ping'an had released many exercises with shocking effects, which lit up the future of the Great Xia Martial Arts like bright stars.

It has also helped them survive several calamities in a row, cleared up a lot of hidden meanings, and won a lot of valuable time for cultivation and self-improvement.

However, under such conditions, the Great Xia warriors would still not be able to withstand the impact of the alien beasts.

It can only show that they lack firm determination and perseverance, and they are real Adou who can't be helped.

It is a group of wastes who will retreat in the face of the test of life and death.

This kind of perception, although cruel but realistic, is like the overgrown weeds in the nursery, if not pruned and cleaned up in time, it will affect the growth of truly valuable plants.

Just like taking care of a nursery, those "weed" warriors who can't withstand the grind and can't grow must also go through a strict screening and elimination.

Only in this way can their failures be turned into fertilizer and nourish more excellent warriors who are tenacious and unyielding, brave and diligent.

Only in this way can the Great Xia martial arts world radiate vitality, give birth to more powerful forces, and grow more vigorously in the baptism of wind and rain.

The fall is only because they have not cultivated enough, and their strength is not strong.

On the road to martial arts, death will always be with you.

Meanwhile.

Behind the herd of strange beasts, a group of terrifying alien beasts were quietly waiting for orders from above.

For them, when to fight is never up to them.

For those beast emperors and beast god-level existences of the dragon clan, the powerhouses of other races are just cannon fodder and consumables.

Of course, the middle and low-level alien beasts are the cannon fodder among the cannon fodder, and they don't feel distressed when they die.

As long as the bloodline level suppression effect still exists, it can be collected in the depths of the mountain and sea realm casually.

For them, even if this garbage can only consume the enemy's slightest bit of qi and blood power, it is the result of blood not loss.

In the sky, countless terrifying flying beasts of different shapes and shapes were like monsters breaking out of the abyss of hell, frantically rushing towards the ground with the aura of destruction.

At this moment, a large number of Seventh-rank Grandmaster-level Great Xia martial artists stepped forward and joined the battle.

(End of chapter)