Chapter 2614: Hold On and You'll Win

Just thinking that as long as we can withstand this period of the Human Race's Mìfǎ, then those tens of thousands of Human Race cultivators will be left to be slaughtered by them.

Numerous Extraterrestrial Heavenly Demons also steadied their minds, no longer panicking.

It's just three strikes; as long as we can withstand the Human Race's three strikes, we'll win—what's there to panic about?

The Human Race too has been driven into a desperate situation; in order to break out as quickly as possible, they actually made this all-or-nothing choice.

Although the all-or-nothing move is not wrong, it also greatly boosts morale.

But the problem is, this also equals cutting off one's retreat; if it fails, won't the Human Race be blown up?

For a while, numerous Extraterrestrial Heavenly Demons chose to stall for time, but even so, casualties remained heavy.

After all, the Human Race wouldn't give them such an opportunity; to still want to stall for time at this point is really wishful thinking.

For a while, the Human Race was relentlessly pursuing and killing them.

However, as time passed, some began to withdraw silently to the rear.

At present, these Heavenly Family and Wushen Palace experts are all veterans who have fought alongside Ye Zhangqing.

As for how to eat on the battlefield, that has long been clear in their minds.

In batches, according to the schedule—everything is well understood.

So there's no need for Huang Lao and the other elders to say anything; everyone knows exactly when and with whom they should go to eat.

This way everyone can get a hot meal without affecting the frontline situation.

At this moment, the first batch have already retreated to the rear of the battlefield, not far from that Heavenly Outside Immortal Vessel.

At the same time, the food has been successfully cooked and neatly arranged on the deck.

In the Fire Room, Ye Zhangqing continues to prepare the food without stopping.

The wartime food consumption is absolutely extravagant; no amount is ever enough.

Moreover, the battle situation changes in an instant and is extremely critical, so Ye Zhangqing naturally can only roll up his sleeves and get to work.

Queuing, getting food—everyone does it in one smooth flow, with no pause whatsoever.

After getting the food, they just find a spot to squat and start wolfing it down.

In wartime, food time is most precious; there's certainly no leisure to savor it slowly.

Fortunately, Ye Zhangqing's food is such that even ordinary people have no mood to savor it slowly.

If you eat even a little slower, you might end up having your food snatched away.

Some despicable individuals really strike dirty, with no regard for any sentiment.

Therefore, when eating at Ye Zhangqing's place, aside from Huang Lao, Zhao Tianqing, and the Heavenly Family patriarch, hardly anyone eats slowly.

However, at this moment everyone's eating speed is noticeably a bit faster than usual.

A big bowl full of rice is cleared out by everyone in no time.

After eating, one only feels refreshed and invigorated; the original side effects of the Mìfǎ have completely disappeared, allowing the Mìfǎ to be activated again—a seamless transition.

Moreover, one's wounds heal quickly, the breath steadies, and the previous feeling of emptiness is gone.

Consciously putting down their bowls, they promptly return to the battlefield without lingering; having finished their meal, they must be relieved by the next batch to eat.

After that, this cycle repeats continuously.

Not yet noticing anything amiss, they simply waited, and the eyes of the several leader‑level Extraterrestrial Heavenly Demons gradually showed a hint of something unusual.

They had been keeping track of the time, but now that so long has passed, these Human Race cultivators still show no movement at all.

"How come the side effects of the Human Race's Mìfǎ haven't erupted yet?"

One Extraterrestrial Heavenly Demon leader questioned suspiciously, "How long has it been already?"

They have clashed with the Human Race before, so they are not unfamiliar with the Human Race's Mìfǎ.

But they have never experienced it lasting this long.

Upon hearing this, the other leader‑level Extraterrestrial Heavenly Demons nearby also wore doubtful expressions.

"Yeah, if you calculate the time, the side effects should have shown up by now."

"I feel this batch of Human Race cultivators is somewhat off."

"What's off? The Mìfǎ always has side effects—that's an unchangeable fact."

"But where are the side effects?"

"This…………………"

Hearing this, all the Extraterrestrial Heavenly Demon leaders fell into silence.

Until the first batch of Human Race cultivators activated the Mìfǎ a second time—this sudden scene left them dumbfounded.

"Activate the Mìfǎ."

"Huh???"

Seeing that their aura steadied directly, this batch of Human Race cultivators maintaining a stable Mìfǎ‑activated state left the Extraterrestrial Heavenly Demon leaders utterly stunned.

"What is this situation? Just a moment ago they were still curious here—why haven't the side effects of the Human Race's Mìfǎ shown up yet?"

"Now they're directly activating the Mìfǎ again?"

"Can the Human Race's Mìfǎ be activated consecutively?"

One Extraterrestrial Heavenly Demon leader said with a puzzled expression, while the other leaders fell into silence on this matter.

"I don't know; I've never heard of such a thing before."

But before they could figure it out, more and more Human Race cultivators activated the Mìfǎ a second time.

These are the ones who had already eaten; after that bowl of food went down, the side effects of everyone's Mìfǎ had long since vanished.

Activating the Mìfǎ again at this point entails no pressure; they just feel refreshed and ready to fight once more.

Originally they were waiting for the Human Race's Mìfǎ side effects to erupt, but after waiting, what they got instead was not the side effects—these Human Race cultivators activated the Mìfǎ a second time.

This second activation of the Mìfǎ deals a blow to the Extraterrestrial Heavenly Demons that is far from trivial.

It was simply like a mountain flood bursting forth, directly smashing this batch of Extraterrestrial Heavenly Demons.

There was no way; we had been barely holding on, but the long-awaited turning point never appeared—instead, it became increasingly difficult to resist.

This time, more Extraterrestrial Heavenly Demons were slain, and the defense line could no longer hold.

Those few Extraterrestrial Heavenly Demon leaders, while fighting the Heavenly Family, the Wushen Palace Elder, and Huang Lao, still wanted to stabilize the situation.

Unfortunately, with one side waxing and the other waning, how could it remain stable?

"Damn it, we can't hold back."

"What on earth is going on with these Human Race?"

And on the Human Race side, someone even shouted loudly.

"Hurry up and end the battle, Young Master Ye's immortal vessel has arrived."

"Yes yes yes, charge over and save the old ancestor."

Ye Zhangqing's Heavenly Outside Immortal Vessel had been following behind the crowd; by now it had slowly risen up.

So everyone also wanted to quickly break through this first layer of blockade and push the front line forward.

While eating, they also tried to quickly rescue the Heavenly Family's old ancestor, Zhao Tianqing, and others.

Under the loud shouts of the crowd, the Extraterrestrial Heavenly Demon side could not hold up, suffering successive defeats.

Not far behind this batch of Extraterrestrial Heavenly Demons, there is another line of defense, with even greater numbers, prepared as a precaution.

At this moment, the several leaders at the forefront of this defense line gazed into the distance, speaking with solemn expressions.

"The front can't hold? How many Human Race have come?"