Chapter 908: Actually, we can use a secret method

Demonic cultivators fell in batches outside the formation, while Nangong Qing and the others didn't even blink.

Blade after blade fell, blade after blade fell; in a moment the demonic cultivators' offensive actually began to weaken.

Just a few dozen people blocked tens of thousands of demonic cultivators outside the formation.

Seeing this, the six leading Shèngjìng demonic cultivators gritted their teeth and snarled.

"You think you can stop us with this? Dream on."

"What are you afraid of? They're only a few dozen; even if each of us spat, we could drown them. Charge!"

"Whoever slays a disciple of the Yunluo Holy Land will be rewarded with a drop of Great Saint demonic cultivator's essence blood."

Seeing morale continually dropping, the six leading Shèngjìng demonic cultivators could no longer hold back and directly offered a great reward.

Great Saint demonic cultivator's essence blood—among the demonic cultivators of Zhongzhou today, it is absolutely a treasure among treasures.

Obtaining a single drop of this essence blood brings infinite benefits to their cultivation.

As the saying goes, great rewards breed brave men; moreover, Nangong Qing and his group really are only a few dozen, and although they rely on the formation to hold advantageous terrain.

But can a few dozen of you possibly hold back our over‑hundred‑thousand demonic cultivators?

Under the temptation of Great Saint demonic cultivator's essence blood, the many demonic cultivators whose fighting spirit had waned each felt revived.

Resources—this is an excellent cultivation resource.

"Yes, with so many of us, how could we fail to take down those few dozen? Kill!"

"Kill."

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

Moreover, those six leading Shèngjìng demonic cultivators also engaged in fierce combat with several elderly stewards.

"Hmph, even those with dirt piled up to their necks dare to try to stop this seat?"

Looking at the few elderly stewards with aged faces, the six Shèngjìng demonic cultivators gave a cold snort.

Even those on the brink of death dare to try to block them—death.

The great battle continued to erupt, and as time passed, indeed, the demonic cultivators' numerical advantage gradually became apparent.

After all, it's over a hundred thousand.

Even if Nangong Qing and his comrades are incredibly strong, having already slain many demonic cultivators so far, the remaining demonic cultivators are even more numerous, and their spiritual power is continually being depleted.

"Senior brother, I can't hold on any longer—you hold the line, I'm going to get a bowl of soup."

Saying that, one of the inner disciples turned and ran toward the inside of the formation.

There, Ye Zhangqing had already set up a canopy, and pots, bowls, and utensils were all ready.

The good ingredients prepared before the battle have been continuously made into food by Ye Zhangqing.

"Brother Zhangqing, hurry, a bowl of soup."

This inner disciple, covered in blood, rushed over in a hurry; without a word, he grabbed a large bowl and began gulping it down.

The taste was still impeccable as ever.

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

Having slain so many demonic cultivators, he naturally had sustained injuries, but now these wounds felt nothing at all.

He quickly picked up a plate of buns and dumplings and began eating them in big mouthfuls.

The buns swiftly healed his injuries, while the dumplings restored his internal spiritual power.

He ate with great enjoyment, until Nangong Qing's angry shout came from the formation.

"Have you finished eating? Come over and switch out."

"Oh oh, coming."

Hearing this, the inner disciple then hurried toward the battlefield, but even so, before leaving he still didn't forget to grab a few buns and dumplings.

He ate big mouthfuls while running.

Meanwhile, the demonic cultivators watching this disciple go out and return were all bewildered.

"What the hell, fighting a war? You still have the mood to grab a meal in the middle?"

They had thought he was going to use medicine to heal his wounds, and many demonic cultivators felt excited.

It seemed they couldn't hold out, and besides, taking medicinal pills to heal wounds requires refinement; in a short time it's impossible to recover much combat power.

However, in less than a hundred breaths' time, this disciple went out and returned, and even brought back buns and dumplings together.

This is just absurd.

"Who the hell fights a war halfway and then goes to eat a meal?"

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

Then, just like the previous person, he quickly grabbed buns and dumplings and came back.

Afterward, many disciples took turns drinking soup and eating meals.

Seeing each disciple eat with oil dripping from his mouth, and after returning, their combat power actually recovered absurdly.

"What is going on?"

"Who can tell me?"

Clearly, just moments ago these disciples of the Yunluo Holy Land showed fatigue, and their internal spiritual power had been depleted by more than half.

But why, why has it mysteriously recovered now?

Each one became vigorous and lively again, leaving the demonic cultivators completely bewildered.

"No matter what tricks they use, we can just wear them down to death."

Seeing this, a Shèngjìng demonic cultivator shouted.

He also didn't know what condition Nangong Qing and his group were in; how could they recover so quickly? It's downright sinister.

But no matter what, with our over‑hundred‑thousand demonic cultivators, we simply cannot possibly lose.

Over a hundred thousand against a few dozen — no matter how you look, the advantage is mine.

With the roar of this Shèngjìng Demonic Cultivator, many Demonic Cultivators also gritted their teeth and continued to launch a fierce attack.

To be honest, even with Ye Zhangqing's spirit food providing support, the pressure on Nangong Qing and others remains great, no doubt.

Being able to hold on until now, Nangong Qing and others have already exerted their utmost effort; moreover, this pressure is continually increasing with time.

"Is it really that difficult?"

Just finished making a bowl of cold noodles, Ye Zhangqing then had time to look up at the battle situation.

Only see Nangong Qing and others each fighting bloody battles, their whole bodies turned into blood-covered persons.

Under the cover of blood, the wounds on their bodies could hardly be seen, and the edges of their clothes kept dripping blood.

Moreover, a stream of blood had formed beneath their feet at some point.

The fight is really difficult, but Ye Zhangqing at a glance discovered the problem: why aren't these guys using secret techniques?

Ye Zhangqing had previously made only spirit food specifically targeting secret techniques.

You know, the disciples of Dao Yi Shengdi, when fighting, as long as Ye Zhangqing is present, they are never stingy with secret techniques.

Almost from start to finish, and even one secret technique stacked upon another.

No wonder Nangong Qing and others find the fight increasingly difficult; it seems they haven't even activated secret techniques up to now.

Or maybe they're just too cautious.

He thought to himself silently, and then Ye Zhangqing shouted out.

"Actually, if the pressure is too great, you can activate secret techniques; I made spirit food targeting secret techniques."

Huh???

Upon hearing the words, Nangong Qing and others were all stunned, then each showed a strange expression.

You damn well didn't say earlier; their knives are about to get nicked from constant use here, and you only now say you can activate secret techniques.

If they had known they could activate secret techniques, they wouldn't have been so tired.

Brother Changqing seemed to have said that before.

Then why the hell didn't you say it?

I... I didn't notice, and besides, I was worried about the side effects of secret techniques, after all this is a prolonged battle.