Taking advantage of this short vacuum period, Zhao Zicheng violently drilled out from behind the sandbag, scooped up Mu Yu who had fainted, dragged him to the corner, and also covered it with a sandbag.

"Artey, come on!"

He grabbed the corner of the chain and shook it violently, and the tombstone flew up.

Ah Tai, who was still guarding the front, let out a roar, copied the tombstone in his hand, and smashed a demon beast that rushed to fly.

The hard tombstone smashed on the ground, smashing the ground to pieces.

The demon beast didn't even have time to scream, its chest collapsed, and it flew out and fell to the ground.

"I'm going to be unconscious, and I'm still thinking about pretending!"

"If it weren't for those high-level demon beasts who didn't appear, would you have been able to chant the fifth technique?"

"Damn... It's so handsome..."

Zhao Zicheng was still scolding at first, but in the end, his tone became sour.

"Atai hold on, I'll feed them medicine first!"

Cheering for Atai, who was still fighting in the distance, Zhao Zicheng first took out a pill full of energy and swallowed it, grabbed two more and stuffed it into Mu Yu's mouth.

"I... I myself have..."

Seeing that Zhao Zicheng's bloodstained hands took out two more and wanted to feed them to himself, Lin Xiaoxiao's pupils shrank suddenly.

"Oh, you're welcome, I've got a lot of them!"

Zhao Zicheng couldn't help but stuff the pill into her small mouth, and in her confused eyes, she took out another bottle.

"No... Don't, this... Ahem... This one is going to be very... It hurts, it hurts, it hurts! ”

Lin Xiaoxiao instinctively resisted, shrunk in the corner and shook her head in despair, but before her words could speak, Zhao Zicheng had already opened the bottle and poured the medicinal powder inside into the wound on Lin Xiaoxiao's chest.

Her face instantly turned even paler, and her muscles tensed.

The flesh on his chest began to squirm and heal, and although it was a little slow, it did work well.

"It's good to use it, this thing is very expensive!"

Zhao Zicheng muttered, took out another bottle, and fell down again.

looked at the little foundation left inside, adhering to the idea that it could not be wasted, and stuffed it all into Mu Yu's mouth.

Mu Yu, who was in a coma, snorted coldly, as if he had a nightmare, and kept struggling.

"This is to replenish qi and blood, eat it yourself!"

"It's almost all over after eating."

Zhao Zixiang was a mobile medicine storehouse, took out a red porcelain bottle again, threw it to Lin Xiaoxiao, turned around and went to work with Mu Yu again.

"Brother, I'm sorry."

"Sun Wen asked the master, this thing..."

"It can wake people up from a coma!"

He took out a black bottle again, with a look of disgust, and the moment he opened the bottle, a foul smell came to his face.

"Gross!"

Zhao Zicheng endured retching and poured the liquid in this bottle into Mu Yu's mouth.

Mu Yu's face turned green at a speed visible to the naked eye, his body was still twitching, and his eyes blinked, as if they were about to open.

"It worked."

"There's still some left, and we can't waste it."

Putting away the bottle that was not left, Lin Xiaoxiao was already much better at this time.

Zhao Ziguo broke up, took a deep breath, and withdrew the sandbag.

"Heh..."

"Demon cubs, you Zhao Ye... It's back! ”

"Atai, leave it to me!"

"You retreat!"

With an indomitable momentum, Zhao Zicheng, who returned full of blood, shouted.

Atai, who was seriously injured and persevered, hit a green wolf again, and then retreated, and threw the tombstone to Zhao Zicheng in a staggered manner.

And Zhao Zicheng threw a black empty bottle to Atai.

Atai was dazed, but he still subconsciously grabbed it and retreated to the rear.

"It's so special!"

Zhao Zicheng reluctantly dragged the chain, smashed the tombstone out, couldn't help but complain, pulled out an alloy knife from his waist, and slashed at a demon beast.

The two seem to have relayed each other many times and have a lot of experience with each other.

The moment Ah Tai retreated to the corner, Lin Xiaoxiao took out two pills and threw them to him.

Atai didn't even look at it, swallowed it in one gulp, and closed his eyes.

"Ugh..."

With a sigh of pity, Lin Xiaoxiao moved his body, picked up his spear, and rushed out again with Dabai.

Atai was still a little puzzled, but he still worked hard to adjust his state and prepare for the relay earlier.

Mu Yu, who was twitching on the ground, finally opened his eyes slowly, leaning against the wall a little weakly, retching constantly, and his mouth was full of a foul smell.

Even Ah Tai was a little uncomfortable and moved his seat to the side.

Mu Yu kept retching, and after a long time, he gasped for breath, and his pale face became a little ruddy.

His gaze subconsciously fell on the bottle in Atai's hand, and his nose twitched slightly.

Atai noticed Mu Yu's gaze and looked over.

As if he had found something, he also looked at the bottle in his hand, with a sincere smile on his face, waved his hand, and put the bottle aside.

And then...

Mu Yu glanced at Atai faintly and withdrew his gaze.

Atai still smirked, recovering his energy, knowing nothing.

Mu Yu leaned against the wall, slowly got up, his energy continued to recover, and he took a deep breath...

Retching again.

"What the hell is this... What..."

Under this cold face, I don't know how many scoldings are hidden.

Hooking the chains, the tombstone returned to his side, and his current energy no longer allowed him to amplify his moves, but the first few skills could barely be released.

With Mu Yu and a small assist, Zhao Zicheng's pressure was instantly reduced a lot.

In this chaotic battlefield, they huddled together, cut out a space of their own in the general environment, and were working hard to harvest.

Even so, they have been in danger countless times.

And this...

There are still no high-level monsters on the scene.

There's no way, these monsters are too crazy, pure crowd tactics, even if those heroic souls greatly relieve the pressure, including a group of sages of the Seven Senses who work hard, but still... Can't be killed.