Chapter 935: Beaten to the Point of Collapse

A group of Pill Masters and Talisman Masters, holding various magical implements, Talisman Seals, and Formation Disks, shuttle back and forth on the battlefield, extraordinarily brave.

The Undying Race was dumbfounded; wasn't it always said that Human Race's Pill Masters, Talisman Masters, Formation Masters, and Artifact Masters are not good at fighting?

Wasn't it said they only have cultivation but low combat power?

But damn, what's going on with this scene before our eyes? You call this not good at fighting?

The Undying Race was completely dumbfounded, while the Pill Masters and Talisman Masters, upon thinking they could finally eat that hot meal, felt excitement that was hard to suppress, and in battle they became even more fierce one after another.

Outside the shed, Ye Zhangqing looked at the many Pill Masters and Talisman Masters covered in blood, his expression strange.

"What's this?"

Following everyone's suggestion, Ye Zhangqing this time made covered rice and beef noodles, which could be considered satisfying everyone's wish.

But why are there Pill Masters and Talisman Masters appearing here? What are they doing on the battlefield?

Facing Ye Zhangqing's doubtful gaze, the Pill Masters and Talisman Masters laughed loudly.

"We too are Human Race cultivators; in a war of extermination, it is naturally our duty to fight, and going onto the battlefield to kill enemies is perfectly normal."

"Yes, Ancestor of Rice, don't underestimate us; we are also members of the Human Race."

At first hearing, that seemed somewhat reasonable, but upon further thought, Ye Zhangqing felt something was off.

The current situation clearly favors the Human Race; if the Human Race already has the advantage, what's the point of all this fuss?

If the situation were critical and on the verge of defeat, then having the Pill Masters, Talisman Masters, and strong merchants from the various alliances go onto the battlefield would still be understandable.

But now, we are far from reaching that point; what's the meaning of going onto the battlefield at this time?

However, at this moment everyone had no time to answer Ye Zhangqing's question; they had already started feasting heartily.

After craving food for so long, we certainly need to eat several more bowls, and today we have various covered rice and beef noodles, making it impossible to miss.

Unable to figure it out, and being too busy at the moment, Ye Zhangqing didn't pursue it further.

First and foremost, ensuring victory in battle is the most crucial.

And because today's meal is covered rice and noodles, the morale of the Human Race side is soaring.

Each Human Race cultivator who has eaten sees their combat power increase by about thirty percent.

As for the Undying Race side, their morale rises quickly and falls just as fast.

They were soon dazed by the Human Race's attacks.

Mainly because these Human Race fighters today are even more frenzied than before, each one as if they'd been injected with chicken blood.

Furthermore, the addition of Pill Masters and Talisman Masters from the various alliances only deepened the Undying Race's inner doubts.

Thus, despite their all-out resistance, the outcome remained unchanged, and the Undying Race lost again.

For over half a month, besides facing successive major defeats, they also had to endure repeated torment from the Human Race.

The Undying Race can be said to be exhausted in both spirit and strength.

Not to mention their physical injuries, the psychological trauma is what they find hardest to accept.

"On what grounds, on what grounds does the Human Race dare to do this?"

"Damn it, our Withered Ghost Holy Land has the Undying Rejuvenation Technique, yet we can't withstand these humans?"

"I'm unwilling."

In the Undying Race's encampment, such complaints can be seen everywhere; most of the Undying Race are truly on the verge of collapse.

And the Undying Emperors who had inspected the encampment also noticed this, their hearts filled with solemnity.

Now the Undying Race is practically a giant powder keg; once any tiny 'spark' appears, it will likely explode directly.

By then, even without the Human Race intervening, they will collapse on their own.

Just like the explosive camp outbreaks of secular armies in wartime, which result from psychological collapse leading to a tragic outcome.

Returning to the great hall, the Undying Emperors sat together in a circle.

At present, compared to the Human Race, their own internal situation is even more urgent.

"Let's all speak; what should we do now?"

We must find a way to calm the emotions of those below, let them relax quickly, and not keep them constantly tense.

Otherwise, that inner string will surely snap.

But regarding this, the Undying Emperors have no solution.

"Given the Human Race's current actions, it's simply impossible."

"Yes, a large-scale attack will come in two or three days; we simply have no time."

"Damn the Human Race, don't they ever feel tense or suppressed?"

It's puzzling for an Undying Emperor: both sides are engaged in fierce battles, so why has the Undying Race reached the brink of collapse while the Human Race seems unaffected?

They naturally don't know; the Human Race is here to fight? No, they're here to eat.

When you're eating, do you feel tense or suppressed?

The Human Race side would love to fight nonstop if their physical condition allowed; they'd probably just keep doing that.

In fact, quite a few people actually do operate that way.

Human Race cultivators aren't ironclad; even with Ye Zhangqing's food as support, after successive fierce battles many still suffer accumulating injuries, wanting to recover, and the required time keeps growing.

If healing takes a long time, doesn't that mean they can't get to eat?

Moreover, if the injuries are too severe, affecting combat power, then even going onto the battlefield would be a pointless death.

Everyone wants to eat, but not to go die pointlessly.

So many are thinking about how to recover their injuries as quickly as possible without delaying their meals.

Coincidentally, at this time the matter of Bai Honghua, daughter of the Heavenly Blade Grain Master Bai Ke, was spread.

Earlier, her soul suffered severe trauma; even the Elder of the Pill Masters Alliance couldn't help, but in the end she was healed by Sun Ming.

Although her hair fell out and hasn't grown back to this day, it's said that Bai Honghua now wants to fight desperately with her father.

「Bai Ke, tell me honestly, what on earth is going on? 」

On the square of Heavenly Blade Valley's base, Bai Honghua stared at a shiny bald head, face flushed with shame and indignation as she shouted at her own father, Bai Ke.

In response, Bai Ke, as well as the many Elders and disciples of Heavenly Blade Valley around him, all had complex expressions, but no one dared to speak.

They didn't dare to speak, ah, if the Young Valley Master finds out, they'll end up bald forever—that would be disastrous, ah.

Bai Ke stammered, unable to utter a word.

「Daughter....... this...... that...... perhaps it's because the previous injury hasn't healed properly; why not wait a bit longer and see? 」

Let's drag it out for now; a day gained is a day gained.

But this time, Bai Honghua is clearly not so easily fooled; seeing her father's and the surrounding fellow disciples' expressions, Bai Honghua couldn't help but her eyes redden, her voice also trembling with tears as she spoke.

「Dad, tell me honestly, will I still be able to have hair? 」

「I....... this.......... 」

Bai Honghua clearly sensed something; at this moment, Bai Ke was dumbfounded.

Moreover, due to the commotion in Heavenly Blade Valley, Sun Ming successfully came into the view of many; everyone knew that Sun Ming's pill-refining technique was in no way inferior to those Elders of the Pill Master Alliance.

Furthermore, about eighty percent of the pills Sun Ming refines are his own research; they work better, and the only drawback, if any, is perhaps just a "tiny" side effect.