Chapter 387

Gu Qing 【Yes, my lord】

Gu Qing stepped forward, stretched out both hands, and a stream of red blood welled up.

The wounds on Zhao Shizhang's body were rapidly healing.

In everyone's eyes, this skill was a standard blood spiritual technique.

It was also a common type of healing method.

No one knew this was because Gu Qing's bodily fluids were special.

The crowd silently stepped back, clearing a space for Gu Qing.

But actually, that wasn't necessary—as long as Gu Qing's blood touched one spot on the body, it could heal wounds in other places too.

Zhao Shizhang was severely wounded.

But Gu Qing had plenty of extra blood.

Gradually, all the injuries on Zhao Shizhang's body healed, and his tightly furrowed brow smoothed out, but he was still unconscious.

"Whose subordinate are you?" Zhao Qijia asked.

"My lord is Zhao Chi," Gu Qing answered softly.

"Good, I understand. Thank you. I'll be going now."

Zhao Qijia gave Gu Qing a grateful look, then turned and re-entered the battlefield.

Zhao Chi's gaze followed him, and he too entered the battlefield.

Suddenly, many imposing figures appeared on the battlefield.

The figures weren't tall, but they could match the three-headed hounds blow for blow.

A cheer erupted from the people inside the barrier.

"Uncle's here, we're saved!"

"That's great, Uncle and Third Uncle are both here, we should be able to hold on."

"Yeah, once Second Uncle and Fourth Uncle finish dealing with the magical beasts in the territory, they'll come support us, and the crisis here can be resolved."

"Thank heavens…"

Soon, more figures appeared at the edge of the territory.

They paused in place for a moment, then immediately charged toward the battlefield.

Another wave of cheers rang out.

In the battlefield, blades and sword-light flashed without cease.

All manner of spells continuously blasted and exploded.

Troops of various different races appeared.

Three more Hellish Three-Headed Hounds fell.

Looks like they could win.

There was no point in Zhao Chi continuing to wait here.

Zhao Chi 【Alright, Gu Qing, let's go】

Gu Qing 【Phew~ a little tired, my lord】

Zhao Chi 【Go back and rest well, this time I'll give you a massage】

Gu Qing 【Hehe, hearing you say that and I'm not tired anymore】

Return to the territory.

Zhao Chi kept his promise and gave the exhausted Gu Qing a full-body massage.

Wherever his hands passed, there was only silkiness and softness.

It wasn't only Gu Qing who found the massage comfortable.

For Zhao Chi, massaging her with both hands was likewise a kind of pleasure.

However, Zhao Chi had no mind for pleasure at the moment.

Because he kept replaying the scene from just now.

It seemed the clan leader's main race was also human.

He just didn't know whether they were ordinary humans, or humans that had been improved.

His soldiers included knights, warriors, archers, and mages.

A very classic combination.

There were also elves, beastmen, large stone golems, and unicorns.

There were also some races Zhao Chi didn't get a clear look at—the distance was too far, and fire and black smoke blocked the view.

There seemed to be golems, ogres, medusas, and some faun mages.

But he wasn't sure whether these belonged to the clan leader, or to a few of the uncles, or simply to juniors like Zhao Feng and Zhao Huang.

On the ground there were also quite a few charred corpses of treants, and water trails from melted ice elementals.

Among those corpses, there seemed to be some skeletons and vampire ashes as well.

It had only been a short while just now, Zhao Chi simply didn't have time to look too carefully.

After all, that was a battlefield.

After he reached the barrier, it became very hard to see the situation on the battlefield again.

But this was enough.

This was the daily life of those high-level lords.

Just thinking about it was terrifying.

This truly was growing and advancing, maintaining oneself, amidst blood and fire.

The system delivered the latest update.

The clan head's territory crisis has been resolved.

But strength dropped by 25%.

A serious decline.

Today's demonic beasts are dealt with, but what about tomorrow?

And the day after?

Day after day like this in the short term.

At this moment, Zhao Chi truly felt how hard those high-level lords had it.

That they survived till now was truly the combined result of luck and strength.

Will his own territory one day become like that too?

Probably not.

He was definitely far stronger than lords of the same level.

When that time really came, he'd probably handle it with much more ease.

But for now, he still had to make money first.

Apart from the clan head's strength, the other uncles' strength also dropped by around 10%.

All considered no small losses.

But still far better than the clan head's territory being destroyed.

The group chat was full of cheers and words of encouragement, and Zhao Chi also breathed a sigh of relief.

Close the system.