Chapter 838: Using Flesh and Blood to Build City Walls

The one who came to inquire via message was Grand Elder Wang Lin of the Cloud Lotus Holy Land.

Although the Cloud Lotus Holy Land has many internal factions, especially between Grand Elder Wang Lin and Third Elder Li Zhengqing, there is much open and covert conflict.

But when it comes to dealing with foreign tribes, everyone knows what to do.

So, upon hearing that the Barbarian Tribe had launched a massive invasion, Wang Lin immediately took action, but when he tried to activate the teleportation array, he discovered that the teleportation array of Iron Prison Gate simply could not connect.

Upon hearing this, the Great Saint Elder of Wang Lin's faction spoke with an ugly expression.

"Reporting to Grand Elder, the teleportation array has been destroyed."

Upon hearing this, Wang Lin's expression suddenly changed; the worst-case scenario had indeed occurred.

Without the Guard City Grand Formation, even the teleportation array is gone; Iron Prison Gate is thus completely isolated.

Even if the Cloud Lotus Holy Land wanted to send reinforcements now, they could not arrive in time.

Within the Formation Light Curtain, Wang Lin gazed solemnly at the four chief elders and spoke in a low voice.

"One day, if we hold out for one day, I will surely lead people to arrive."

"Yes."

Upon this, the four Great Saint Elders nodded heavily; this is the only option now, but wanting to hold out for one day against a million-strong Barbarian Tribe army is easier said than done.

Having received the reply, Wang Lin no longer wasted words; he cut off the formation directly and, at the same time, led the Cloud Lotus Holy Land's strong cultivators through the teleportation array, rushing swiftly to the nearest city to Iron Prison Gate.

"I hope there is no Barbarian Emperor overseeing things."

On the other side, the four Great Saint Elders sighed; there is nothing else they can do for now.

If there is no Barbarian Emperor overseeing, they could still fight to the death; otherwise, they likely couldn't hold out even a single night.

Immediately, the four led all the Holy Land's strong cultivators to the city wall; at this moment, the Barbarian Tribe army could already be said to be at the city's gates.

A line stretched to the sky; far off, all that could be seen were Barbarian Tribe warriors, surging forward like a tide.

But looking at our own side, without the Guard City Grand Formation, the wall of Iron Prison Gate before the Barbarian Tribe is practically a joke, possessing hardly any defensive capability.

The wall may be sturdy against ordinary people, but against cultivators it is as fragile as paper.

Only under the protection of a formation can the wall truly fulfill its function.

The first difficulty Iron Prison Gate now faces is how to block the Barbarian Tribe's million-strong army without a formation.

The four Great Saint Elders fixed their gazes on the rapidly approaching Barbarian Tribe army; then, the leader among them shouted firmly.

"Sortie."

Upon hearing this, all the cultivators around froze.

"Sortie? Are we going to fight the Barbarian Tribe in a decisive battle? Abandon the advantage of Iron Prison Gate?"

All the cultivators froze one by one, after all, the casualties of a field battle are completely incalculable.

But this is also a case of having no other choice.

Without a formation, even guarding the wall is merely futile, essentially meaningless.

Rather than that, it would be better to march out and fight directly, using our own flesh and blood to erect a new wall.

Before the Holy Land's reinforcements arrive, we will turn the flesh and blood of everyone present into Iron Prison Gate, blocking the Barbarian Tribe's advance.

"Sortie."

Seeing everyone still frozen in place, the Great Saint Elder who had just spoken let out another roar, his voice full of resolve.

This time, the cultivators hesitated no longer.

Even though they fully understood what marching out to battle entailed, they now had no choice.

In an instant, countless cultivators leapt down from the wall to face the Barbarian Tribe army head-on.

Compared to the Barbarian Tribe's million-strong army, Iron Prison Gate's side has only about a hundred thousand human cultivators, a huge disparity in numbers.

Previously, relying on the sturdiness of Iron Prison Gate, they could have coped, but now, having lost the protection of the mighty pass, they can only confront the million-strong Barbarian Tribe army with their own flesh and blood.

The four Great God Elders of the Cloud Lotus Holy Land, along with a host of Holy Land strong cultivators, stood at the very front of the formation.

At this moment, as disciples of the Holy Land, they ought to lead from the front, thereby boosting morale.

"Shī xiōng......"

In the crowd, it was easy to see that even the Holy Land disciples could not help but reveal a hint of fear in their eyes.

Their grip on the swords tightened further, and some could not help but tremble in their legs.

Facing a million Barbarian Tribe warriors, for many young disciples this was their first time experiencing such a scene; the shock shook their hearts and spirits.

Seeing the junior martial brother beside him turn pale, his forehead drenched in cold sweat, an Inner Disciple of the Cloud Lotus Holy Land forced himself to stay calm and said.

"Rest assured, as long as we hold out tonight, the Holy Land's reinforcements will come; follow me later, and I, your Shī xiōng, will protect you."

"Okay."

Perhaps it was the Shī xiōng's composure that made this junior martial brother feel a bit better.

But he did not know that, even as an Inner Disciple who was a Shī xiōng, his heart also harbored a trace of fear at this moment.

Moreover, facing a million-strong Barbarian Tribe army, what are the odds of surviving the night? Even if they succeeded, how many would fortunately survive?

"No matter what, we cannot let these barbarians cross Iron Prison Gate."

He shook his head, threw aside all distracting thoughts, and his gaze gradually became resolute.

Having come to this point, there is nothing left but to fight.

The Barbarian Tribe army drew ever closer; their heavy footsteps and roars like battle songs struck like heavy hammers, pounding hard on everyone's hearts.

Each blow made people's hearts involuntarily sink.

Drawing ever nearer, they could even clearly see the group of Fierce Emperors leading the army.

Compared to the Demon Race, the difference between the Barbarian Tribe and the Human Race is not that great; the greatest difference lies in stature.

The average height of adult Barbarian Tribe males reaches three meters, while the Fierce Emperors stand as tall as five or six meters.

Their robust builds made them look, from afar, like outright savages.

However, the Barbarian Tribe are inherently barbarians, for even until now, after undergoing tens, hundreds of millions of years of evolution, the Barbarian Tribe still has not any cultivation method.

That's right, the Barbarian Tribe never cultivates from beginning to end.

Their strength lies in the strength of their fleshly bodies; the so-called Barbarian Kings and Fierce Emperors merely push their fleshly bodies to an extremely terrifying realm.

Relying solely on fleshly strength, they can match the Human Race's Saints, Great Saints.

From this perspective, the Human Race seems to have no innate advantage at all.

Compared to the Demon Race, this is the case; compared to the Barbarian Tribe, this is also the case.

The Demon Race innately possesses bloodline power, while the Barbarian Tribe is innately endowed with abundant qi and blood, peerless as flesh gods.

As for the Human Race, they are innately weak; even a random wild beast can easily slaughter human children.

Yet the Human Race, relying on innate conditions that confer no advantage, has managed to gain a foothold in Haotu Shijie.

The footsteps gradually ceased; at this moment the distance between the two sides was less than one li, and they could clash in an instant.

Looking at those towering, hulking Barbarians, sturdy as dragons and elephants, many human cultivators couldn't help but swallow their saliva.

At the same time, a Fierce Emperor at the forefront of the Barbarian army also gave a grin, contemptuously gazing at the Great Saint Elder leading Yunluo Shengdi, and said.

"Yang Qin, even now do you still want to make a last-ditch stand? With your lot, you cannot stop my Barbarian Tribe's million warriors."