Chapter 197: Using the Opponent’s Trick

The Haotian League took action and divided its troops into three groups, one group rushed forward, and two groups surrounded the enemy from the left and right. In this way, they could form a semi-encirclement.

They left a gap for the enemy. First, it was unrealistic to go around, and second, they were afraid that they would force the enemy too much and inspire their fighting spirit. Everyone still understood the most basic common sense of "encircling three and leaving one".

The monks on the Wanmo Ridge immediately noticed the movement here, but they did not intend to escape. Instead, they were ready to fight and avenge their previous shame.

After arranging the troops, the Wanmo Ridge quickly formed a tight formation and waited for it.

The three groups of Haotian League monks slowly arrived at the designated position and waited quietly.

A dazzling beam of light suddenly shot up into the sky. It was Lu Yushan's Thunder Dragon Cannon, and it was also a signal. At the moment of the roar, the three groups of Haotian League monks, thousands of people, rushed forward together, with amazing momentum.

The light of magic and flying weapons began to collide in mid-air. The Haotian League quickly gained some advantages with its advantage in numbers. Although it was not too obvious, it did suppress Wanmo Ridge to a certain extent.

As time passed, and Wanmo Ridge deliberately gave in, the encirclement began to shrink, and the monks of both sides officially collided with each other. The teams were entangled with each other and the fight was inextricable.

Lu Ye and Hua Ci stayed at the back and did not participate in this battle. They were waiting for a message.

If it was really a trap set by Wanmo Ridge, then the message should come soon.

Just as the two monks were fighting in full swing, Lu Ye felt that his battlefield mark had moved. He lowered his head to check, and then nodded to Hua Ci: "It's our turn!"

The fourth brother sent a message that the three million monks of the Demon Ridge who were ambushed twenty miles away had been dispatched. Obviously, they wanted to kill them while the two sides were fighting fiercely. In this way, they could tear the line of the Haotian League camp and cooperate with their own monks from inside and outside.

As long as the situation is opened up on one front, Wanmo Ridge can continue to expand its advantage and then severely damage Haotian League.

This is also the reason why the monks of Wanmo Ridge who were attacked showed weakness. On the one hand, Haotian League did have an advantage in numbers, and on the other hand, they were just following the trend. If they didn't give Haotian League a little hope, how could they smoothly implement the next plan?

Of course, the current situation is that I don't know if they can hurry up...

In the flash of light, Lu Ye and Hua Ci each opened a pair of red and green wings behind them, flew into the sky, and soon passed the forefront of the battlefield, arrived at the center, and then quietly floated there.

For a while, in the eyes of many Wanmo Ridge monks, in this place where no one could fly, suddenly two people from Haotian League flew to the sky, which naturally attracted attention.

The people of Wanmo Ridge immediately realized that something was wrong, and someone immediately flew towards Lu Ye and Hua Ci, but they lost their strength before they got close.

The enemy flew too high.

Lu Ye held a knife in his hand, and secretly urged his spiritual power to block in front of Hua Ci. His current task was simple, to protect Hua Ci's safety and let her use her own methods.

After a brief perception, Hua Ci confirmed that the arrangement she had left here before had taken effect, and nodded: "Let's start!"

She took a deep breath, and her full chest rose and fell violently. Then, a green halo swept in all directions, instantly covering most of the battlefield.

Exclamations came immediately from below. When Hua Ci's methods began to take effect, many monks in Wanmo Ridge noticed something was wrong. The spiritual power in their bodies suddenly became obscure, as if they were symptoms of dan poison accumulation, which caused many people to lose their strength in a very short period of time.

If it were normal times, this situation would not matter much, but now it was in a life-and-death battle with the monks of Haotian League.

The originally evenly matched battle immediately divided life and death because of the change in one side's spiritual power.

In just a few breaths, screams came from below one after another, blood and broken limbs flew, and I don't know how many monks in Wanmo Ridge were ruined.

"That woman is responsible, kill her!" A monk from Wanmo Ridge shouted while seriously injured, and was beheaded the next moment.

With a soft hissing sound, a stream of light shot out from below. It was not a flying weapon, but an arrow. Someone held a bow-shaped spiritual weapon and shot an arrow at Hua Ci.

However, the arrow was cut off by Lu Ye who was blocking in front, and failed to hurt her at all.

Chi Chi Chi...

The bowman below was good at archery. As his fingers rolled, streams of light came like chasing stars and the moon. Lu Ye waved the long sword in his hand, swinging away the sharp arrows, which made his tiger's mouth numb.

After a few breaths, the monk holding the bow was chopped into pieces by several Haotian League members who rushed over.

The emerald green halo rose and fell outward in circles. Although Hua Ci had been setting up here for many days, she had never used her own abilities so continuously.

The number of people participating in the battle this time is not comparable to the previous ones. If she wants to resolve the battle here as soon as possible, she can only do her best.

In just a short time, Hua Ci's face began to turn pale. At a certain moment, she whispered softly: "Lu Ye!"

Lu Ye turned around quickly, grabbed Hua Ci's waist, and took her out of the battlefield. With the flaming red wings, he left the battlefield in an instant.

Hua Ci was not seriously injured, but she consumed too much energy and almost ran out of her spiritual power. However, before she left, Wanmo Ridge had already collapsed.

Originally, there were 800 monks gathered here, which was only 200 less than that of Haotian League, but now the difference in number has expanded to more than 500. It is conceivable how heavy the casualties of Wanmo Ridge were in this short period of time.

The surviving monks fled to the gap in the back. At this time, the speed of escape is very important. They don’t need to run faster than the enemy, but faster than their own people. Haotian League can’t chase them to annihilation. There will always be some fish that slip through the net.

After an incense stick, the battlefield was full of corpses, and the bloody smell was almost indissoluble. Thousands of Haotian League monks fell, but less than 100 people died. The monks gathered together, and did not chase those who fled, but turned around and killed towards the center of Zhoulu.

In that direction, a group of 300 Wanmo Ridge monks came to support. They had received intelligence before that the people of Haotian League had taken the bait and were fighting with them, so they rushed here quickly.

Twenty miles away, they were almost at the battlefield with their speed, but when they looked up, they didn't see any of their own monks, only a group of Haotian League monks who were bloodthirsty and rushing towards them.

The three million Demon Ridge monks were all stunned.

Where were their eight hundred people?

It was not until then that they received information from the monks who had fled that only more than two hundred of the eight hundred had died and were still fleeing, and they were told to run away quickly.

The three hundred monks who came to support were so angry that they almost vomited blood. This battle was originally a trap they had set up. As long as the people of Haotian League dared to step into it, they would definitely not have a good result. However, the eight hundred people were killed and scattered without playing any role. They were simply incompetent.

Although they wanted to kill all the fleeing people, they also knew that they were in a bad situation at the moment. Although they all ran out of the inner circle and had a high level of cultivation, they really couldn't play the advantage of strength in this place. The number of people was the key to victory!

Three hundred against nine hundred, you can tell with your toes that you can't win.

So without any hesitation, the three hundred monks who were heading to the battlefield immediately turned around and prepared to escape.

They didn't need to escape too far, just a few dozen miles, and the people of Haotian League would not be able to catch up with them, because the further they went, the stronger they could exert their strength. Most of the people of Haotian League were low-level monks, and those who dared to chase them would be sending themselves to death.

However, not long after they ran out, a large formation suddenly took shape, covering them. The lethality of the formation was not too strong, but the power of the formation made the people trapped in it become heavy and slow in movement.

A group of people from Wanmo Ridge looked around in horror, and saw a petite female cultivator standing on a big tree, smiling at them, with a formation plate in her hand emitting dazzling light.

"Feng Yuechan!" Someone exclaimed, his face suddenly changed.

One Feng Yuechan was not enough to scare them, but Li Baxian must be in the place where Feng Yuechan appeared, and there was a group of Haotian League strongmen following them.

As expected, a low shout was heard: "Sword formation!"

When the words fell, sword lights suddenly burst out from the formation, shuttling back and forth, bringing up strings of blood.

This formation was arranged by Feng Yuechan and Li Baxian. It was formed in a hurry and its power was not too great, but Li Baxian integrated all his flying swords into this formation, which increased the lethality of the formation by several levels.

More than 30 Haotian League monks appeared from nowhere, each showing what they had learned, harassing the monks of Wanmo Ridge to the utmost, delaying the escape speed of the monks of Wanmo Ridge.

A rumbling sound was heard, and it was the nine hundred monks of Haotian League who were chasing and killing them. Seeing this scene, the monks of Wanmo Ridge who were trapped in the formation all looked desperate.

The sound of "chi chi chi" was endless, and the light of magic and flying instruments covered the formation. Someone suddenly laughed: "I killed a ninth-level heavenly level cultivator. Hahaha, I have come to this day!"

The killer was just an ordinary seventh-level cultivator, and the gap between him and the ninth-level heavenly level was as much as two hundred spiritual orifices. Under normal circumstances, he would never be able to defeat such a strong man, but in such a special environment, it became a reality to defeat the strong with the weak.

The ninth-level heavenly level cultivator must be the guardian of a large sect in the core circle. It is estimated that he would never have thought that he would die at the hands of such a weak chicken.

Not only one strong man was killed by a weak man, but many of the three hundred people from Wanmo Ridge were strong men who had already switched to heavenly level cultivation, but at this moment, their life fires were dying one after another. The low-level cultivators of Haotian League might find that their merits suddenly increased by dozens of points while fighting.

The situation was good, Li Baxian raised his arm and shouted: "Men, it's time to take revenge!"

As he said this, he was the first to raise his sword and kill. The strong men who followed him all the way here followed with red eyes and murderous intent.

They had been too frustrated during this period, and until this moment, the anger in their hearts was released.