Ning Zheng looked and was so angry that he burst into laughter.
I sent you to the frontline to shoot arrows, not to hide behind and chop people.
And you claim this is more cost-effective.
If you are so afraid to die, can't I go myself? I could chop out a pile myself....
Doesn't seem like it.
Ning Zheng dared not personally go and chop Ancestor Qi.
Thinking from another angle, aren't they also like a daredevil squad now?
Fighting desperately on the frontline, walking on a tightrope?
Even though they aren't chopping that old ancestor, they're chopping this one.
Enough.
Ning Zheng didn't stay at ho either, hiding in so corner, clutching a large number of Magic Coins, frantically replenishing Spiritual Qi.
Although most of the split energy ca from the mother body.
But producing a large amount of ntal poison needed enormous mana.
His realm was low, if the ancestor stood still to let him chop, it seed it couldn't keep up with the secretion of poison.
Ning Zheng switched perspectives, observing the battle secretly: "The battle situation should be much better, I thought we could fight earlier."
After over ten archers joined in, and with the frenzied support from another Ancestor Qi's "new type long-range firepower," the situation clearly improved.
"Number three, retreat."
"Move."
"No hurry, stay calm."
This group of archers clearly had a good sense of awareness.
They were not ordinary blacksmiths; they were carefully selected combat-type soul system players, with a lot of operational ability.
They controlled characters to dodge AoE, maneuvering in various ways, using a "kite" strategy to fight bosses, coordinated very orderly, standing far apart, and even using distant Paper Houses as cover.
Moreover, soul bodies had no physical form.
Most physical attacks would fail, leading to all sorts of operational issues, but only resulted in their soul bodies becoming dimr.
And those two, Li Youzhu, were not stupid, just needed to stall the opponent.
These archers' arrows with soul poison would weaken the opponent repeatedly, splitting into new sub-bodies.
With each loss, the other gains.
He would grow more and more weakened by the poisoning, with "sub-body viruses" proliferating on him attacking madly, creating more viruses.
One could say this Celestial Spirit Root was truly abnormal.
Especially in this kind of war of attrition, fighting long-range support.
Ning Zheng's spiritual root was particularly suitable for long-range attacks, whereas lee fighting actually beca very restricted.
Having a frontline tank was excellent.
"Just that their archery is too poor, wasting good potential."
Ning Zheng shook his head and sighed:
"The phantom is temporary by nature, and the shot arrows are soul arrows, consuming soul power; the more they shoot, the faster the soul body avatar disappears."
Using them this way was too wasteful; their strength wasn't fully utilized, and most of their arrows missed, failing to achieve the desired power.
This was still under the premise of the flock of crows shooting.
But what could Ning Zheng do?
His archery was stronger than theirs, but only by so much.
He was just a small cultivator at the Five-Body Realm.
However, soon these blacksmith archers found a new thod, their archery abominable, missing the opponent.
The version answer is: shoot his at Field.
No need to attack the Nine Ancestors, attack the puppet scarecrow he controlled.
The overwhelming at field provided enormous targets, even the worst archer could hit.
A volley.
Another volley.
A temporary phantom with cultivation not weaker than the Three Elents Realm slowly stood up, drawing a bow and shooting.
One by one, they stood up, as if a disaster among the undead, continuously sweeping, expanding, forming a shadow army.
"What exactly is this thing? If this goes on, I'm bound to lose."
In midair, Nine Ancestors frantically thought of a breakthrough strategy, feeling himself being restrained. Newest update provided by novel•fire
Wrong, his at Field Puppet was being restrained, instead becoming an inexhaustible production tool for the opponent.
His entire cultivation, most of it, was on controlling puppets!
That swift Dragon Flesh Puppet had already suffered damage from withstanding attacks.
Even this at Field Puppet was restrained.
Looking back now, they had attacked with a plan, first aiming to destroy the mobile Dragon Flesh Puppet.
At the mont, he was like an amputee, also harassed from afar by a bunch of shadow archers.
A lone tree cannot support itself.
Before, he besieged the opponent, now the opponent surrounded him.
Boom!
During combat, Li Youzhu also had his thoughts.
He wanted to leave but wouldn't truly risk his life.
Who knew the true origins of those archers, how could they truly cooperate?
The opponent seed to be having internal conflicts; escaping at that mont was the best choice, definitely not staying here to the bitter end.
But he looked at Jiao Wuyu, and fell silent.
"I can no longer save you; let's leave it at this." Jiao Wuyu smiled, growing emaciated, her Jiao form looking like a shriveled long snake.
She was already on the verge of breaking apart, holding herself together with stitches combining various Jiao bodies, such an intense battle directly led her life to its end.
"If you hadn't co to save , I wouldn't.... I'll make him pay with his life for you."
Li Youzhu clenched his fist, his expression turning complex.
He chose not to leave, attacking in rage once more, starting to contain the attack.
Jiao Wuyu didn't stop him, just watched his charging figure, slowly shaking her head with a sigh: "Fine, everything is fine."
She knew Li Youzhu wanted to take her away.
But being an Earth-bound Spirit, he simply couldn't leave.
His cognitive defect made him invent his reason for not leaving: he wouldn't survive alone either, staying for revenge.
"Dead, after all, dead." She murmured softly, looking at his figure:
"I'm also going to follow his path, I wonder if I can turn into embers and live here with him, even if just for a month before the Red Sun, it would be great."
Her expression faltered for a mont, spitting a mouthful of blood.
But she knew this was impossible, the stronger the cultivator, the harder it was to interfere with their creation of embers, the probability was too low.
At this mont, the defeat of the Nine Ancestors had already been decided.
That extrely terrifying poison, slowly cooking the frog in water, couldn't escape, could only slowly wait for death.
With a thud.
"No!" The Nine Ancestors grew increasingly frantic, also walking towards defeat.
In the face of life and death, looking at his puppet and shattered Paper House, he paused: "I had already died long ago, what a pity...."
At this point, everyone could vaguely see.
A delicate Flower of Nothingness, a Black Spirit Flower, blood on his head, followed by a second Flower of Nothingness.
As the third one blood, his entire head rapidly lted, revealing a gentle, serene smile, as if possessed by sothing, becoming deep and crazed with an old voice:
"Reason is a prisoner's cage, madness finds freedom in true nature."
He raised his head, letting out a hoarse mad howl:
"I'm clearly already mad, yet...."
The third flower suddenly collapsed, petals shattering, fiery flas burning.
His whole being lted like a burning candle, like a failed cultivator with three blooming flowers, his face contorted, dying where he stood.
Dead.
Everything was over.
At this mont, everyone looked at the overwhelming mass of flesh and instinctively had this thought in their hearts.
Trendous victory.
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