Chapter 844: Trapped with No Way Out

If there are dates or no dates, hit it with a pole first. Staying behind, maybe there's a chance? He watched the battle from the temple and had to admire the Tiangong team's strength; facing a ten-to-one siege, they could still kill their opponents quickly and effectively.

Sigh, if his own elite subordinates had this kind of quality, it would be great.

In the chaos, anomalies rose again.

A chaotic fight was happening by the pool well, and no one had found a chance to enter, but instead, something came out of the red light.

It was a giant white claw, the palm bigger than a millstone, suddenly reaching out from the red light and grabbing, directly dragging a Tiangong attendant inside! The practitioners with their backs to the pool well were still fighting, not expecting an attack from behind? The Heishuicheng army in the temple saw it clearly, and He Chunhua was startled: "What is that?"

Immediately after, another thing rushed out of the red light and pounced directly at the Baling people.

This time, people finally saw its full appearance: it was a monster covered in white hair, one and a half zhang tall, with a body like an ape, able to stand or crawl, but with a short-nosed pig face and two fangs extending from its cheeks.

The Baling person targeted by it was startled and very alert, jumping away at the last moment.

But the monster sprayed a mouthful of white mist at him.

The Baling person was caught off guard and sprayed all over his head and face.

Afterward, he turned into frozen meat in a cold storage, and even the corners of his clothes were frozen stiff.

The monster pounced him down and started eating like a popsicle.

Others' supernatural powers, spears, and javelins hit the monster, making it stagger two steps, roaring loudly, and dark red blood spurted from its wounds.

If it could bleed, it could be killed, and everyone's hearts relaxed.

What kind of place was inside the pool well? However, other monsters jumped out of the red light one after another, their forms and sizes not exactly the same, but most of their fur was white, occasionally with some spots, and it was unknown if they were called over by the first monster.

When the second monster jumped out, everyone attacked it together.

This thing was a bit like a large flying squirrel, but its long tail was covered in sharp thorns. When it got angry, it could shoot over a hundred tail thorns at people in an instant! That was truly a large-scale, indiscriminate attack like a storm.

Several teams were caught off guard, and many were injured.

And this kind of sharp thorn, once it pierced into a flesh-and-blood body, immediately induced a frost-spreading effect. The victim's muscles and blood would soon be frozen; if not treated in time, they would turn into ice people in two quarters of an hour.

This thing didn't have the power of the ice talisman on He Lingchuan—that was made of frost pills and could freeze even the glazed gold cover of the Mount Xu array eye—but it won by its astonishing quantity, and some victims were hit by more than one.

Not to mention the teams by the pool well fleeing quickly, even the Heishuicheng army in the temple was busy finding cover, because two ice thorns happened to hit the stone cracks beside He Chunhua, instantly condensing into a layer of frost.

Then the third, the fourth...

When the tenth monster jumped out of the red light, the open space near the pool well was filled, and even the formation set up by the Tiangong team was beaten to pieces from inside to outside.

The faces of the humans didn't look good.

How many monsters would jump out of the red light?

The pool well didn't hesitate to tell them the answer with reality:

Endless!

He Chunhua and Zhang Lianhai ordered almost at the same time: "Retreat!"

The main contradiction had changed, and the opponents naturally changed too; at this time, there was no need to fight to the death with the human teams.

As soon as they retreated, the pressure immediately shifted to the other teams.

The other few factions saw the situation was bad and also retreated step by step.

But at this time, the monsters jumping out of the pool well were endless like a fountain, already numbering over a hundred, all of them looking like they had deep hatred, focusing on chasing and fighting.

Everyone knew that when encountering a monster tide, you just had to run faster than your companions.

So the formations of the several teams couldn't be maintained for long, and they collapsed under the impact of the monsters.

The monsters jumping out of the pool well were endless like a fountain, already numbering over a hundred, with an appearance of being truly endless.

The total number of people in those few teams was no more than three hundred, and they had no advantage against the monsters.

If they had fought together from the beginning, perhaps they could have stabilized and retreated calmly. Unfortunately, the Tiangong and Heishuicheng army had slipped away early, and the rest were powerless, having to fend for themselves.

People were constantly caught up by monsters, surrounded, and attacked, from shouting to screaming, from wailing to silence.

Blood sprayed everywhere on the ancient rock walls, some human, some monster.

He Chunhua's retreat was decisive, and plus the Heishuicheng army was far away, the monsters' attention was all attracted by other teams, and they didn't chase here for a while.

He said urgently: "Go to the Nanchengmen!"

The nearest city gate was to the south, and since there were other teams as bait, they should seize the time to leave Panlongcheng.

No one dared to have objections, and the whole army ran wildly toward the south.

He Lingchuan looked back several times, seeing golden light flashing near the temple, probably the lamp spirit showing its power.

The Tiangong's lamp spirit was good at fighting many with few and could switch freely between virtual and real, just happening to be able to handle those big guys. Thus, the Tiangong's retreat seemed much more composed.

But they killed the most monsters, so the monsters coming out of the pool well chased them even more relentlessly, as if they had all lost their minds, not knowing fear at all.

Fear is one of the deepest instincts of living things. Since the lamp spirit was so powerful, the monsters should have turned to pinch the soft persimmons instead, why were they instead provoked to anger, rushing forward one after another?

The roaring sound shook the sky.

The pool well was still gushing monsters endlessly, but seven or eight out of ten would rush toward the Tiangong lamp spirit, and fewer chased other teams.

Zhang Lianhai felt bad. In this way, wasn't his side helping all teams lure away the monsters' attacks? Although the lamp spirit was fierce, its energy consumption was also high.

He had no

The tower was thirteen zhang high and basically intact; the tower body was built almost entirely of solid rock and rammed earth, making it very sturdy. Most importantly, the doors on each level were very small, which was very unfriendly to the huge monsters.

Sure enough, after retreating into the stone tower, the monsters' attacks weakened.

The Tiangong team hurriedly set up a formation on the spot.

By the time the monsters' line of sight was blocked, their hatred also faded, and they turned back to look for other teams.

At this time, He Chunhua's team had already rushed to the Nandamen Square, with only four or five monsters in hot pursuit behind them.

The team only cast a few slowing spells; no one was willing to turn around and tangle with them.

If they stopped halfway, the monster army would likely catch up very quickly.

He Chunhua was running at the very front, but when he finally caught sight of the Nanchengmen, his vision went black: the city gate was actually closed!

The Panlongcheng Nandamen had three layers of gates; looking from their perspective, even the innermost barbican gate was closed!

No matter how good He Chunhua's self-cultivation usually was, he immediately cursed: "Which son of a bitch is doing this!"

The Heishuicheng army rushed to the foot of the city, and dozens of people rushed up to open the gate, but even after the bolt was pulled, the gate still couldn't be pushed open from the inside.

It was as if something was blocking the gate from the outside, blocking it tightly.

"Send a few more!"

No matter how many people went to push the gate, it was useless; the city gate didn't budge, standing there as if it had taken root.

Some people even drew their swords to hack at this inner gate, but they couldn't even leave a mark.

One must know that the Nandamen of Panlongcheng had experienced countless baptisms of war; even if it was only the third gate, its sturdiness exceeded everyone's imagination.

Sweat broke out on He Chunhua's nose: "What is going on!"

If they couldn't get out, they would be turtles in a jar and would soon be tortured to death by the monsters! Qiu Hu pointed to the city gate tower: "Occupy the high ground and defend the dangerous position, then plan for the future!"

The monsters were about to catch up; if they didn't find a good place to hide, no one would have a future.

Qiu Hu came up with a good idea. In the emergency, He Chunhua said without hesitation: "Go up to the city gate tower and move sandbags to block the stairs!"

The third gate tower of the Nanchengmen was astonishingly high and had three passages for going up and down; the Heishuicheng army only needed to guard the passages. Moreover, there was an intermediate layer inside the city wall where people could also hide.

Monsters that were too large couldn't enter this kind of intermediate layer.

Climbing up the city wall, the Heishuicheng army occupied a position that was easy to defend and hard to attack.

Of course, there were drawbacks; they were basically blocked here by the monsters and couldn't go anywhere.

However, considering that the monster tide was emerging endlessly from the red light and every team in the city would end up like this, the situation of the Heishuicheng army could be considered better than the worst.

There were even many military supplies on the city wall, such as basically intact sandbags, dropped crocodile-tooth spikes, etc., which could be moved directly to stack up defensive works to block the passages.

He Chunhua quickly climbed the city wall and ran along the top passage to the outermost gate of the city gate tower, with He Lingchuan and the others following closely behind.

When everyone entered the city, they clearly saw one leaf of the outermost iron-fir wood gate half-open and the other lying on the ground, maintaining the scene from when it was breached years ago.

But now, when everyone looked down, this gate was also tightly closed without a gap!

Wasn't it broken? How could it be closed? He Chunhua gritted his teeth: "What the hell is going on!"

The broken gate rejoined; was this really something human power could achieve?

Could it be an illusion formation?

But the army still had Yuan power; how could an ordinary illusion formation deceive their eyes?

Thick fog drifted under the city gate, permeating the middle of the gate. Everyone's line of sight was blocked by the surging mist, and they couldn't see the ground and the moat below.

The Panlong Desert was not what it used to be, and there had been several heavy rains recently, so it seemed quite reasonable for fog to rise at night. But Zhao Qinghe grabbed a pebble and threw it down, yet he couldn't hear the sound of it landing for a long time.

He Chunhua frowned and ordered two sorcerers to release the Clear Wind Spell.

A short-lived strong wind immediately blew under the city gate.

It stood to reason that the fog would be easily blown away by the strong wind. However, the thick fog under the city gate went its own way and was not moved by the strong wind at all.

That wasn't right.

A trusted aide threw another broken spear down.

This thing was much larger in volume, but after being thrown down, it was also silent.

Even if it was thrown into water, one should be able to hear a splash, right?

The outer wall of the Nandamen of Panlongcheng was only five zhang (sixteen meters) high, which could not be considered too high. It stood to reason that everyone could climb down from here and escape the city.

He Chunhua immediately pointed to a personal guard: "Climb down!"

This man hooked one end of a flying rope to the battlement and climbed down along the outer wall, his movements exceptionally agile.

He Lingchuan saw that he was a stranger and guessed that he was probably a skilled hand He Chunhua had recruited from somewhere during his time away from home.

The figure of this personal guard was soon shrouded in thick fog and disappeared from everyone's sight.

After another few breaths, the rope stopped moving.

Zhao Qinghe shook the rope, his voice tightening: "It's empty!"

(End of chapter)