Chapter 386

Zhao Chi was inside Gu Qing's body, invisible to everyone.

But he could see Zhao Huai and Zhao Jiao.

As well as the other younger members of the clan.

On this kind of battlefield they were of no use either, but they had all brought subordinates with support skills to help out.

Some were healing the wounded, some were using morale-boosting skills, and others were using other support skills to provide various kinds of help.

Soon, one warrior after another stood up again.

Their armor was broken, their weapons blunted.

Their confidence was somewhat lacking too.

But they still charged back onto the battlefield.

Zhao Chi controlled one of Gu Qing's hands, casting several morale-boosting skills, which also helped restore some fighting spirit to these wounded.

Some of them glanced at Zhao Chi with gratitude.

Others charged forward without even looking back.

Zhao Chi had not seen the clan leader or those several uncles all this time.

But they weren't in the rear — they must be in that chaotic, fiery battlefield.

Suddenly, a startling roar erupted across the sky.

A fire dragon, having taken too many hits, could bear no more and crashed to the ground, tumbling.

Sand and stone flew everywhere.

Sparks flew in all directions.

The massive dragon body slammed into the ground weakly, dust billowing.

Before it had even come to rest, several dozen glowing warriors swarmed around it, hacking wildly with their blades to make sure the dragon was dead beyond any doubt.

On the battlefield, the flames suddenly seemed to weaken a little.

Some white mist seemed to appear.

Zhao Chi looked carefully.

He saw an old man, hair and beard all white, bare-chested, his body covered in frost, standing in the middle of the battlefield.

His beard fluttered in the fiery wind as both hands gathered vast amounts of white icy Qi.

The next second, cold clouds gathered in the sky.

The temperature nearby plummeted.

A storm of freezing ice appeared.

White cold Qi filled the air, sheets of ice crystals blasting out in every direction.

The fire dragons in the sky were struck by the ice blasts; their scales were covered in fine, dense ice crystals, and their wings were punched full of holes.

Soon their wings were caked in layers of ice, and even flapping them was a struggle.

The archers and mages on the ground seized the chance to fire.

With the extra load-bearing capacity on those fire dragons, their bodies were no longer agile, and dodging had become very difficult.

Before long, another fire dragon fell.

Then another.

In the hellhound formation, those streams of flame were being suppressed.

And clashed with the ice crystals, sending up bursts of white mist.

Clearly, these hellhounds could not contend with that freezing ice storm.

The fire streams from their mouths grew fewer and fewer, and the range they sprayed grew shorter and shorter.

The surrounding Jin Guang soldiers had already charged in, fighting fiercely against those hellhounds.

Yet those dozen-plus enormous three-headed hellhounds remained formidable — though affected, they were still ferocious.

But the situation across the entire battlefield had already been rewritten.

Zhao Chi was stunned.

So the clan leader Zhao Shizhang was this strong?

To actually wield an ice-type spiritual technique of this level!

Looking at it this way, these fire-type magical beasts were ones he had specifically chosen.

He had a bonus against fire-type magical beasts.

And the king-class magical beasts on this battlefield… were those dozen-plus largest three-headed hellhounds.

They stood proudly within the freezing ice storm, stronger than even those fire dragons.

These three-headed hellhounds had already smashed apart more than twenty giant stone golems.

And another dozen-plus had been burned into molten stone.

These king-class hellhounds were indeed a tough nut to crack…

Not long after.

All of Gu Qing's spiritual power was used up, and the resistance to spiritual-power medicines had also stacked up very high.

Once spiritual power was unleashed, it really drained fast.

Gu Qing: 【My lord, should we use silk-pulp treatment?】

Zhao Chi looked around.

Zhao Chi: 【It's about enough already — feed them these basic pills first】

After Zhao Shizhang unleashed the freezing ice storm, the battlefield situation changed immediately.

Only one fire dragon remained in the sky, the rest having fallen.

The number of archers and mages on the ground was still considerable.

The number of nightmare warhorses kept dwindling, while knights and unicorns also suffered casualties.

Fire elemental explosions went off one after another.

But the ice mages also drained their spiritual power one by one.

The hellhounds were nearly wiped out.

But those warriors had also taken heavy losses.

Several hell cerberuses had fallen, yet a few still roamed about wreaking havoc.

Moreover, within this ice storm, they still wildly spewed all manner of fireballs and lava.

Forcibly reshaping the environment around them into a land of flames.

The ice storm stopped.

Zhao Shizhang collapsed.

A man withdrew from the hellhound battlefield.

He hoisted Zhao Shizhang onto his shoulder and charged into the barrier.

One could see that half of Zhao Shizhang's hair and beard had been scorched.

Vast swathes of his body were charred black, with fresh red flesh showing through the cracks in the burns.

Streams of fresh blood seeped out from his aged body and trickled down.

The crowd surged forward.

They fumbled about, feeding him medicine.

But Zhao Shizhang had already fallen into a coma and could not swallow.

Moreover, his mouth had also been burned; the moment they pried his lips open, a strip of skin and flesh came off with it.

"Quick, quick, heal the clan head!"

Only now did Zhao Chi see clearly that the person who had carried the clan head over was his Third Uncle, Zhao Qijia.

But the people present exchanged uneasy glances.

None of them had any healing ability left.

Zhao Qijia asked anxiously, "What? Are your potion resistances all maxed out? Or are you out of spiritual power potions?"

"Potion resistance has been maxed out for a while. We still have potions."

"Same here."

"We'll just have to wait a bit. In a little while my potion resistance will drop enough for me to use one heal."

"Ah, I'm just afraid there won't be enough time."

Zhao Chi 【Gu Qing, heal him. Use pure blood, don't turn it into threads.】