After killing Demon Lord Huiyue, the human side has actually gained a huge advantage in terms of overall strength.
Even if the strength of Demon Lord Huiyue is the weakest in the golden elixir stage here.
But Jin Dan is Jin Dan after all. As long as he is present, he can contain at least one person.
On the scene, it doesn't look much different.
Without Demon Lord Huiyue, one of the Jindan Daxiu would face the situation of being besieged by two people.
Except for Mu Wuhou and Qing Hui, the two top masters who are at the peak of the golden elixir and are about to break through and enter the god transformation stage.
For ordinary monks, it is almost impossible to fight one against two, and defeat is only a matter of time.
It snowballs like this, and the victory of the human side is already foreseeable.
However, even Zheng Yi didn't expect it.
The death of Demon Lord Huiyue actually made the Jindan monks of the Netherworld clan present completely crazy.
Even, he does not hesitate to frequently use a lose-lose style of play.
But the human golden elixir monks have become timid because they have accumulated victory.
After all, as long as they can successfully prevent the Netherling Clan's normal counterattack, they will definitely win in the end, and there is no need to take risks.
When Zheng Yi saw what they looked like, he jumped up and down anxiously.
It is impossible for them not to know this truth if they defend it for a long time, but the authorities are so confused that they cannot see clearly at this time.
"Seniors, when we meet on a narrow road, the brave will win. Now the enemy is fighting to the death. If we still want to hold on, we may ruin our current advantage!"
If Zheng Yi was just an ordinary monk in the crystallization stage, I'm afraid no one would take his words to heart.
But Zheng Yi had just lured a golden elixir master into their encirclement right in front of them.
If it weren't for Zheng Yi, even if they could kill Demon Lord Huiyue, they would definitely have to pay a huge price.
"Tch, what do you know about a mere crystallization stage?"
"You dare to command me, you are very courageous."
Although they said this, everyone still followed Zheng Yi's words and changed their fighting methods.
Although he still held back, it was not as blindly defensive as before.
Already having a numerical advantage, their initiative to attack suddenly frustrates the originally strong attack of the Nether Spirit Clan monks.
After all, even without that extra head, the overall strength of the human monks is obviously stronger.
However, even if the attack was frustrated, the Netherworld monks' offensive was still quite crazy.
It was obvious that they were really fighting with the determination to die.
Under this situation, Zheng Yi actually preferred to withdraw first.
Anyway, this is not a necessary fight to the death.
But Zheng Yi understood that if he could intervene in the battle and if these Jindan monks could still listen to him, that was the limit.
If he really had to make a decision like this that would influence the situation of the battle, no one would listen to him.
Just when Zheng Yi was thinking hard about how to break the situation, the situation on the battlefield suddenly changed dramatically.
A golden elixir monk from the Netherworld clan roared and exploded his golden elixir, dying together with a human monk.
The self-exploding golden elixir was so powerful that seven or eight monks around him were involved.
Those who were lucky were disgraced, and those who were unlucky were even injured.
Qinghui swore that although he discovered the other party's attempt to self-destruct the golden elixir, he wanted to go over and save him.
But they were blocked by Mu Wuhou, and they could only watch the two of them die together.
"Everyone be careful and don't confront each other head-on."
As soon as Qinghui finished his words, Zheng Yi reminded him again: "Seniors, you must be careful about the opponent's strategy of redeeming your pieces, especially when attacking."
Just as Zheng Yi thought, these Jindan monks sneered at his words.
"A mere monk in the crystallization stage really thinks of himself as someone."
"Are we addicted to commanding us Jindan monks?"
Zheng Yi smiled bitterly and shook his head when he heard this, and did not defend himself.
At this time, no matter what he said, no one would take it to heart.
And the more he explains, the more resentment he will arouse among these Jindan monks.
The best way is to say nothing and treat yourself as a little transparent.
Sure enough, not long after the two sides fought, the tactics Zheng Yi mentioned appeared.
A sword cultivator from the Nether Spirit Tribe controlled the flying sword and made a feint move, heading straight for the human cultivator's vital point.
A sword cultivator next to him noticed something was wrong and immediately attacked the Nether Spirit monk, trying to surround Wei and rescue Zhao and force him to defend.
In this way, the crisis of the human monks will naturally be resolved.
But what everyone didn't expect was that the Netherworld monk turned a blind eye to the attack that could threaten his life, and just bit the human monk.
Whether among humans or among the Nether Spirit Clan, sword cultivators may not necessarily be the strongest, but their attack power is definitely beyond the reach of other cultivators.
In the same realm, if Xiu must kill someone with a sword regardless of any consequences.
Ninety-nine percent of monks can't be qualified.
The human monk was killed on the spot when his chest was pierced by the flying sword of the Netherworld sword cultivator.
When he died, he still had a look of astonishment on his face.
It seems that I don't quite understand what the grudge is between me and this guy? Why did the other party insist on killing him even if he didn't care about his own life?
Before the consciousness of the human monks could completely dissipate, another flying sword followed closely, killing the Nether Spirit monks directly.
Seeing the other person's body, bits and pieces shattering and dissipating between heaven and earth, the human monk closed his eyes unwillingly.
One self-destructed the golden elixir and died together, and the other did not hesitate to use himself as bait to kill the human golden elixir monk.
The human monks, who had gained some momentum because of Zheng Yi's guidance, began to be timid again.
Now, they only dare to huddle within the defensive net of Master Qinghui and the Four King Kongs, and dare not easily confront the Nether Spirit Clan monks head-on.
The other party would rather die than support them. Who can bear this?
It is true that they are Jindan monks, but this does not mean that they are not afraid of death.
On the contrary, it is precisely because their cultivation has reached the golden elixir that they value their lives more.
I have endured so much hardship and endured so many dangers to achieve what I am today.
How could you be willing to die here so easily?
But as soon as they retreated, all the pressure fell on Qinghui and the Four King Kongs.
It can be said that they relied on their own strength to withstand the indiscriminate bombardment of ten golden elixir masters.
Although other people would occasionally take action to help them resist some attacks, this was ultimately just a drop in the bucket.
Soon, a shadow of an Arhat, which was originally dim in color, disappeared during the attack. The monk who was trying hard to maintain Arhat's face turned pale. He vomited several mouthfuls of blood and swallowed more than a dozen pills before he could barely stabilize his injuries.
Without one person, the already shaky defense line now looked like it might collapse at any time.
Other monks also knew that the situation was critical, and at this time they also used their own tricks in an attempt to prevent the attack of the Nether Spirit monks.
Unfortunately, they were completely frightened by the Suicide Attack of the Nether Spirit Tribe and could not regroup in a short period of time.
Even if he forced himself to take the initiative, the attack was so weak that Zheng Yi shook his head.
"We can't go on like this." Zheng Yi frowned.
The morale of his side has been completely suppressed by the Nether Spirit Clan.
If you keep fighting like this, it won't be a surprise if it collapses at any time.
In other words, it's fortunate that there are guys like Shikong who are so defensive.
Five people withstood the crazy attack of ten people.
Otherwise, the human monks might have been defeated and fled in all directions.
There was a sudden muffled sound in the sky.
The Book of Resentment Demon Lord and Zui Jiu exchanged palms in the air, and the spiritual energy exploded, causing the two of them to fly backwards at the same time like shooting stars.
The huge body of the Book of Resentment Demon Lord hit the mountain wall, almost collapsing the mountain.
Zuijiu wasn't much better, his whole body smashed into the ground, forming a huge crater.
Neither of them made any moves immediately, so they were probably injured.
The golden elixir masters just glanced at each other casually, and the battle did not stop for a moment.
By now, this battle can no longer be easily stopped by either side.
If the Nether Spirit Clan dared to stop, the small advantage they had worked so hard to gain would be gone in the blink of an eye.
Naturally, humans don't dare to stop. If they want to stop now, they will be taken advantage of by these desperate guys.
At this moment, the human monks did not dare to relax at all.
Zheng Yi rolled his eyes, turned his head decisively, and ran towards the direction where Zui Jiu fell.
In this world, strength is the only last word.
If you want these Jindan monks to act according to his will.
The only possibility is to convince Zuijiu, a master of divine transformation.
"What is this little guy doing?" A human monk noticed Zheng Yi's movements and said angrily.
Having been severely tricked by the monks of the Nether Spirit Tribe, he was now displeased with everything he saw.
"Watch your opponent and don't get distracted. I don't want to turn around and collect your body." Someone else reminded him.
Normally, these words would inevitably elicit a series of rebuttals.
But now, no one has time to pay attention to this guy.
After finally reaching the vicinity of Zuijiu, Zheng Yi was stunned when he saw the large hole he had made, which was fifty steps in diameter.
Is it really possible for humans to smash such a big hole?
There was no time to sigh, Zheng Yi found it right away. In the middle of the pit, Zui Jiu was sitting cross-legged on a huge wine gourd, doing exercises to heal his injuries.
I was about to get closer so I could talk.
Zuijiu's voice suddenly rang in Zheng Yi's ears.
"Stop, you kid, don't want to live anymore? This crater is filled with the aura that erupted from my fight with that guy, the Book of Resentment Demon Lord."
"As long as you encounter him a little bit, you will have no choice but to report to Lord Canglan Underworld."
Zheng Yi retreated sarcastically, feeling a little embarrassed for a moment.
When Zuijiu scolded him just now, Zheng Yi thought the other party was guarding against him.
Now that I think about it, I am just too distracted.
He is a master of transforming gods, but he still needs to guard against his mere crystallization stage?
Even if you allow yourself to attack with all your strength, whether you can even scratch the opponent's skin is a matter of debate.
"Junior, I have something important to tell you." The situation was urgent, so Zheng Yi didn't talk too much.
But when he stated his purpose, Zheng Yi hesitated again.
Although they were in the middle of a battlefield, the sounds of various battles were heard one after another.
But Zheng Yi had no doubt that the master of spirit transformation, the Demon Lord of the Book of Resentment, might have heard what he said.
Zuijiu immediately understood what Zheng Yi meant and waved his hand in his direction. Zheng Yi immediately felt that the surroundings were filled with the smell of alcohol.
"You can rest assured now, even that guy, the Book of Resentment Demon Lord, will never hear what we are saying."
Zheng Yi felt happy and hurriedly clasped his fist towards Zui Jiuyi: "Senior, if it is possible, I hope we can leave here as quickly as possible and return to the control of the human race."
"If possible, during this process, we must try our best to avoid fighting with the monks of the Nether Spirit Tribe."
Zui Jiu, who originally looked drunk, opened his eyes fiercely.
Zheng Yi only felt as if his neck had been bitten by the tiger's fangs, and it was possible to bite his throat at any time and end his life.
"Let us escape while fighting the Netherling Tribe. Boy, do you know what you are talking about?" Zuijiu said coldly.
Zheng Yi nodded with difficulty: "I understand, but if more human monks can survive, I feel that a little face is nothing."
Knowing that it was impossible to convince the other party with this reason, Zheng Yi quickly said respectfully: "And senior, the greatest victory is for us to leave here safely at this time."
"Oh?" Zuijiu seemed to be interested: "Can you still win by escaping?"
That clearly means, do you take me for a fool?
Zheng Yi smiled and explained confidently: "Senior, one of the purposes of your coming here this time is obviously to save people."
"Then, all our battles should be centered around this one purpose, and the rest are just details."
"The outcome of a battle is not entirely determined by how many enemies are eliminated, but whether the battle goal is achieved."
"The Mingling clan wants to use Lin Feng and the others to fish and lure out the masters of the human race to eliminate them."
"We will leave now after rescuing people. This not only achieves our goal, but also destroys the enemy's plan."
"Stay here and fight to the death with the opponent, even to the last soldier. Even if you succeed in severely damaging the opponent in the end, you still allow the opponent to complete his combat goal."
"Which is better and which strategy? I think the seniors will naturally have their own judgment, and there is no need for the juniors to waste any time."
Zuijiu remained calm on the surface, but there was already a turmoil in his heart.
He thought that he had greatly admired this boy of unknown origin, but in the end he seemed to have greatly underestimated Zheng Yi.
He is a master at transforming gods, and even those monks at the Golden Core Stage are usually submissive when they see him.
But the man in front of him completely ignored the pressure of his master of transformation. Not only that, but he could also talk eloquently and in such a clear manner that he couldn't help but be convinced.
He raised his head and glanced in the direction of the battlefield, and sure enough, the human monks were retreating steadily.
After thinking for a while, Zuijiu quickly made a decision: "Okay! I'll do as you say." (End of Chapter)