Chapter 1697

Batch after batch of demonic cultivators fell outside the array, yet Nangong Qing and the others didn't even blink.

With hands rising and blades falling, in a short time, the offensive from the demonic cultivators actually began to weaken.

A few dozen people held over a hundred thousand demonic cultivators outside the array.

Seeing this, the six leading Saint Realm demonic cultivators gritted their teeth and spoke viciously.

"Dreaming of stopping us with this? Keep dreaming."

"What are you afraid of? There are only a few dozen of them in total. Even if we each spat on them, we could drown them. Attack!"

"Whoever kills a disciple of the Yunluo Sacred Ground will be rewarded with a drop of Great Saint demonic cultivator essence blood."

Seeing the morale constantly dropping, the six leading Saint Realm demonic cultivators could no longer hold back and directly offered a heavy reward.

Great Saint demonic cultivator essence blood is absolutely the treasure of treasures among the current demonic cultivators of the Central Continent.

Being able to obtain a drop of essence blood would provide infinite benefits to their cultivation.

As the saying goes, there must be brave men under heavy rewards, and Nangong Qing and the others were indeed only a few dozen people, though they occupied a favorable position thanks to the array.

But with only a few dozen of you, can you really stop our hundred thousand plus demonic cultivators?

Under the temptation of the Great Saint demonic cultivator essence blood, the many demonic cultivators whose fighting spirit had waned felt they could do it again.

Resources! These are excellent cultivation resources!

"Right, with so many of us, how could we not take down these few dozen people? Kill!"

"Kill!"

Morale rose again, and countless demonic cultivators once again surged toward Nangong Qing and the others like a tide.

The six leading Saint Realm demonic cultivators also clashed with several old deacons.

"Hmph, people with one foot in the grave, you want to stop me?"

Looking at the aged faces of the old deacons, the six Saint Realm demonic cultivators sneered.

People who are about to die are delusional to try and stop them. Die.

The great battle continued to erupt, and as time passed, the numerical advantage of the demonic cultivators was indeed beginning to show.

After all, there were over a hundred thousand of them.

Even if Nangong Qing and the others were strong and had killed many demonic cultivators so far, there were more remaining, and their spiritual power was constantly being consumed.

"Senior Brother, I can't hold on anymore. You guys take over; I'm going to have some soup."

Saying this, one of the personal disciples turned and ran into the array.

There, Ye Changqing had already set up a shed, and pots and bowls were all prepared.

The ingredients prepared before the battle were being continuously turned into dishes by Ye Changqing.

"Brother Changqing, hurry, give me a bowl of soup."

Covered in blood, this personal disciple rushed over and, without a word, picked up a large bowl and drank it down.

The taste was impeccable as always.

Most importantly, as the bowl of broth went down, the personal disciple clearly felt that the wounds on his body no longer hurt.

Having killed so many demonic cultivators, he had inevitably been injured himself, but now, these wounds felt like nothing at all.

He hurriedly grabbed a plate of steamed buns and dumplings and began eating them in large bites.

The steamed buns quickly recovered his injuries, and the dumplings recovered the spiritual power within his body.

He ate with great joy until Nangong Qing's angry shout came from the array.

"Are you done eating yet? Come over and switch places!"

"Oh, oh, coming!"

Hearing this, the personal disciple hurriedly ran toward the battlefield, but even so, before leaving, he didn't forget to grab a few more steamed buns and dumplings.

He ate in large bites while running.

The demonic cultivators were stunned as they watched this disciple return.

Are you kidding? We're in the middle of a war, and you have the mood to go eat a meal?

Thinking he had gone to use elixirs to heal, the many demonic cultivators were excited.

It looked like they couldn't hold on, and swallowing elixirs to heal requires refining; it's impossible to recover much combat power in a short time.

But in less than a hundred breaths, this disciple returned, and he was even holding steamed buns and dumplings.

This is absurd.

Who the hell goes to eat a meal halfway through a war?

Even more exaggerated, after this disciple returned, another disciple turned and ran without a word.

Then, just like the previous one, he quickly returned with steamed buns and dumplings.

Next, the many disciples took turns drinking soup and eating.

Watching the disciples eating until their mouths were oily, and seeing that their combat power had absurdly recovered upon returning, they were baffled.

"What is this situation?"

"Can someone tell me?"

Clearly, these Yunluo Sacred Ground disciples had just looked exhausted, and most of their spiritual power had been consumed.

But why now, why had they inexplicably recovered?

Each one became full of vigor again, which left the demonic cultivators completely unable to understand.

"Whatever methods they are using, we can just wear them out."

Seeing this, a Saint Realm demonic cultivator roared.

He didn't know what was going on with Nangong Qing and the others, or how they could recover so quickly; it was simply demonic.

But regardless, with over a hundred thousand demonic cultivators, there's no way we could lose.

Over a hundred thousand against a few dozen—no matter how you look at it, the advantage is with us.

Following the Saint Realm demonic cultivator's roar, the many demonic cultivators gritted their teeth and continued their fierce attack.

To be honest, even with Ye Changqing's spiritual food supporting them, the pressure on Nangong Qing and the others remained immense; this was beyond doubt.