Chapter 5216 Can You Save Yourself

Occasionally, there are human race soldiers staggering out of the battlefield, either alone, or in groups of three or five.

Attracted by the breath of Yang Kai and the others, these faltering soldiers quickly gathered, silently looking for a place to cultivate cross-legged.

Yang Kai got up after adjusting his breath, and rushed into the place shrouded in ink clouds.

There are countless creatures in captivity in his small universe, and there are also subtrees of the world tree, so the recovery speed of heaven and earth power is much faster than that of ordinary people. Even if he does not deliberately cultivate, the power of his own small universe is also increasing all the time.

The place shrouded in ink clouds was where the battlefield was just now. Although the two clan armies have already left, it is unknown whether there are any surviving human races on the battlefield.

Maybe there is still a chance for some human soldiers, but they have lost their ability to move because of their heavy injuries. If there is no one to help at this time, they will only be trapped in it.

So Yang Kai wanted to take a look.

The entire battlefield enveloped tens of millions of miles of void, and Yang Kai shuttled through it, his spiritual sense suddenly searching for possible vitality.

Found some.

However, the severely injured Mo people are lingering on.

Naturally, Yang Kai would not be polite, and he urged the Space Law, and cut off the moon blades one after another, giving them a joy.

So searched for about an hour.

When Yang Kai returned from the battlefield again, he brought out a woman with a seventh-grade cultivation.

Yang Kai didn't know what this woman was called. When she found her, she was already in a coma. The whole person crawled on the wreckage of a battleship, covered in wounds, and her clothes were blood red.

In addition to this seventh-grade woman, he also saw the corpses of many Human Race soldiers, and more were the stumps of the Mo people.

The entire battlefield is like a purgatory.

This is also the only surviving person he found on the battlefield.

It has been hundreds of years since Yang Kai came to this battlefield of ink. From the sixth-rank Kaitian who just came here to the seventh-rank today, he has traveled to and from several war zones, and participated in countless battles, big and small, but it is tragic. And hardships, no one can surpass this battle.

The reason was that the Dayan Army had traveled a long distance without any barriers to rely on.

Unlike fighting near their respective passes, in this Dayan war zone, the Terran army is isolated and helpless. Even if they are injured, they cannot go to a safe place to heal their wounds. Only by winning the battle can they continue the great cause of recovering Dayan.

It can be foreseen that there will be no shortage of battles like today's in the days to come, and how many human race soldiers will be buried in this Dayan war zone to go to the glory of the ancestors.

Taking the woman back to the place where the crowd gathered, the soldiers who were still recuperating opened their eyes and looked at him, but nodded slightly without saying much.

There are less than thirty people of the human race gathered here to repair, not to say that after this battle, only these thirty people lost their strength to fight again, but when the army was chasing the Mo people, they were injured and could not Just keep up.

Most of the soldiers, even if they were badly wounded, have already left with the army.

Putting the woman beside him, Yang Kai sat down again, silently adjusting his breath.

But the next moment, he suddenly opened his eyes and looked in the direction of the battlefield, where there seemed to be some strange movement.

It's just that he stepped into the battlefield and searched carefully for an hour. Apart from finding an undead seventh-rank woman, there was nothing else worth caring about.

Where did this strange movement come from?

Just when he was puzzled, the movement suddenly became obvious. It was actually a revival of vitality, and this vitality was extremely powerful, and the speed of recovery suddenly became faster.

A tyrannical aura emerged from the battlefield.

Yang Kai's face changed suddenly, Huo Di got up, his spiritual sense surged, and he sent a voice transmission to the four directions: "Quickly cast the Qiankun Art and return to the destroyer!"

The thirty-odd Open Heaven Realm who were still repairing also felt the vitality of the recovery before Yang Kai made a sound, and they all stared at the battlefield doubtfully. severity.

As a result, no one hesitated, and everyone quickly dispersed, and their respective methods changed, urging the universe.

After more than an hour of recovery, although these severely wounded warriors could not recover, it was enough for them to use this secret technique that was not too expensive.

The rays of light of the great formations lit up at the feet of more than 30 people, which was a sign that the Qiankun Art was activated, and their respective brandings echoed the Qiankun formations arranged on the destroyer.

Just wait for a few breaths, and everyone can return to the destroyer with the help of Qiankun Art.

However, at this moment, perhaps attracted by the fluctuations when everyone urged Qiankun Art, a powerful spiritual sense suddenly swept over the place where vitality was revived in the battlefield.

Yang Kai's face suddenly turned ashen.

The worst thing happened.

Although he sensed that vitality and tyranny before, he could not judge the specific cultivation of the other party. To be on the safe side, he would let everyone escape immediately.

Eight products! The vitality that recovered in the battlefield belongs to an eighth-rank.

And Yang Kai is almost certain that this is definitely not an eighth-rank Kaitian of the North and South Army, and nine out of ten he is an eighth-rank black disciple.

Although he didn't know whether the Eighth-Rank Kaitian fell in this battle, even if the Eighth-Rank did fall, if there were still whole corpses, the other Eighth-Rank would not leave the corpses alone, and must be taken away. .

Only after the fall of the eighth-rank black disciples, the black ink domain masters will ignore them.

In the battlefield, there is still an eighth-rank ink disciple! This is something no one could have imagined.

When Yang Kai went to search the battlefield before, he didn't notice anything at all. Now it seems that the resurrected eighth-rank is most likely to have cultivated some kind of secret technique, and he can escape from suspended animation, otherwise he can't escape the eighth-rank general manager. The town's investigation.

The human race has gone away, and there are only more than 30 old, weak, sick and disabled people left. Now facing an eighth-rank, the situation is worrying.

Yang Kai raised a heart in his throat.

One breath, two breaths, three breaths...

The light of the more than 30 magic circles became brighter and brighter.

When it was the third breath, the light of a magic circle suddenly burst out, and the figure shrouded in the light disappeared in place.

More than 30 people left at once.

After the fourth breath, more people left.

But there are still more than a dozen people left in place.

Qiankun Jue is sometimes very useful, and sometimes it has great drawbacks.

With the help of Qiankun Art, human soldiers can quickly return to the destroyer, but different personal cultivation bases and different distances will affect the transmission time.

In general, the higher the cultivation base, the closer the distance, and the shorter the time spent on the Qiankun Art.

The three people who left in the third breath were all seventh-rank cultivation bases, so they left the fastest.

During the fourth breath, more than a dozen people left, all of them were sixth-grade cultivations, and their cultivations were one rank lower, so the speed of leaving was also a little slower.

The rest are mostly fifth-grade, and a few sixth-grade. Because they have the lowest cultivation base, the transmission speed is also the slowest.

Under normal circumstances, when the Terran soldiers cast the Qiankun Art, they will try their best to ensure that they will not be disturbed during the transmission, because once they are disturbed, the transmission will inevitably fail.

However, things started in a hurry at this time. When everyone's consciousness was not good, they could only leave as soon as possible, and there was no way to guarantee anything.

Seeing that after a breath or two, the rest of the people will leave, from the battlefield, a figure suddenly rushed out and went straight to the place where everyone gathered.

Before the person arrived, a big blue hand, condensed by the mighty power of heaven and earth, grabbed it in the air.

Affected by that tyrannical force, the large formations under the feet of a dozen people began to twist and transform.

Once the big hand is caught, these dozen people, not to mention life or death, at least the transmission will be interrupted. At that time, a group of fifth- or sixth-rank Open Heaven will face an eighth-rank black disciple. There is absolutely no way to survive.

Yang Kai has been on guard and vigilant. Seeing this scene, he immediately roared and jumped up with his spear.

The shadow of the spear in the sky shook out and stabbed at the big hand. At the same time, the law of space was pushed to the extreme, and every shot contained a powerful power of space.

The shadow of the gun was annihilated, and Yang Kai was slammed into it.

But the next moment, his figure was wrapped in the spear, rushed out of the big hand, and returned to the original place with a flick of the figure.

The many rays of light around him finally shrouded everyone's body, and with the help of Yang Kaizheng's breath, more than a dozen fifth- or sixth-rank Kaitian left safely.

Before each figure left, they looked at Yang Kai in shock and worry.

They knew that without Yang Kai's momentary obstruction, they would definitely be left behind by the eighth-rank Motu, but everyone had left, leaving only one Yang Kai, how could they be able to defeat that eighth-rank?

If I had known this earlier, I might as well stay behind and fight with all my strength. Although there are only more than 30 old, weak, sick and disabled people, if they work together, they can exert a lot of power.

However, it is meaningless to think about these at this time. When they discovered that the eighth-grade vitality was recovering, everyone was ready to leave. No one thought that the eighth-grade black disciple would recover so quickly.

In the quiet void, Yang Kai carried the Canglong Spear and silently watched the figure that came out of the battlefield.

It is indeed an eighth-grade ink disciple.

Covered by the power of ink, a huge bulge on his shoulders makes these eighth-rank ink disciples look like they have two heads, and there is more intense power like ink surging in the bulge, which looks extremely violent. .

Previously, he was interrupted by Yang Kai with a shot, resulting in no meritorious deeds, which obviously made him a little annoyed, a pair of eyes stared at Yang Kai gloomily, and the eyes were full of murderous intent: "You saved others, can you save yourself? "

Yang Kai said softly: "Then you have to try to know."

As he spoke, he quietly took out a world fruit and took it.

Although he has recovered some strength, to face an eighth-rank now, he still has to adjust his state to the best.

Of course, this eighth grade... is not bad.

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