Chapter 5202: Fight to the Death

Gradually, cracks appeared on the battle formation, like spider webs, and were still spreading.

Although the five Ziyun City cultivators, including Yuan Wentong, tried their best to resist and injected magic power, they were still unable to hold on and were almost unable to hold on.

"Old Yuan, it's not good. The battle formation is almost impossible to hold on."

"Damn it, these evil demons must have come prepared. The offensive is too fierce, as if they never stop."

"This is really over. Once the battle formation is broken, we will be dead, alas."

When Yuan Wentong heard this, he was furious and cursed: "What a panic, he's quarrel, he's like a man. Are I, a monk in Ziyun City, so unscrupulous?"

"This, Mr. Yuan, no matter how strong his backbone is, it's not useful at this time."

A monk said in fear.

While supporting the battle formation, Yuan Wentong turned around and glared at him, saying, "Don't forget that we have benefited from serving Ziyun City over the years, and our family has also been taken care of and are still here. In the city, it’s time for us to do our best. Don’t be afraid of each one. I will look down on him if I’m afraid.”

Yuan Wentong's words suddenly pointed out the key points.

Yes, if they die here, they will only close their eyes and blacken them, which can be considered a heroic sacrifice for Ziyun City.

In this way, their families will be treated kindly enough to comfort their hearts.

Thinking of this, their eyes widened, their eyes turned red, and they had already made up their minds to hold on to the end.

"If you hold on, none of our cultivators in Ziyun City are cowards."

"You are right. If you really can't stand it anymore, you can't fight with these evil cultivators. You won't lose if you replace them."

"Old Yuan, tell me, what should we do?"

Several people spoke one after another.

Yuan Wentong had a calm face and said, "Hold on for a long time, how long can you last? If it really doesn't work, then follow me to rush out, and be able to live one by one."

"yes."

"Listen to Mr. Yuan."

"At this point, this is all we can do."

When the few people heard this, they had no objection and became more and more determined.

Yuan Wentong sighed, and supported the battle formation with all his arms. He felt anxious inside. He didn't know when the support from Ziyun City would be available. If they couldn't hold on for so long, they would have to explain it here.

After all, it is more than 9,000 miles away from Ziyun City, which is quite far away.

Even if Ziyun City has fully supported it, it is still unknown whether it can arrive in time.

Now, I can only rely on myself and leave it to fate.

Fight.

The leader of the monk in black looked at it and his eyes were red with anger and cursed, "Hold to the end? Humph, you don't have that much time left, see what you want."

"The Fairy Jade Fireball."

I saw him lifting his hands upwards, and his magic power surged out, and a huge fireball condensed above his head, which quickly became larger.

In the blink of an eye, a huge fireball of five or six hundred feet was deployed.

The leader of the monk in black sneered and waved his hand, "Go, smash them to death."

The huge fireball roared and smashed into the excited eyes of the monks in black.

When Yuan Wentong saw it, his eyes were shocked, "Not good."

It was over, and he felt desperate and could not avoid it.

Although the defense of the five-sided battle formation was strong, it could not move. With all the efforts of the black-clothed monk leader, the fairy jade fireball used was extremely powerful and could only take it head-on.

boom.

Accompanied by a loud noise, the ground trembled, and a terrifying pit was destroyed.

Yuan Wentong and his men fell into the pit in a row, covered in blood, their clothes were charred, extremely embarrassed, and their aura was floating, and they were seriously injured.

"Damn it, the battle formation was still broken."

"Ahem~ It hurts so much. My feet are broken and I can't move anymore. I'm in trouble now. The hateful evil cultivator is really damn."

"Old Yuan, what should I do now?"

Yuan Wentong stood up with difficulty, looked up at the sky, full of anger, "What else can I do? Let's fight."

He knew that he could not escape.

In his heart, he could only pray that Ziyun City's support would arrive as soon as possible, at least before they were all dead.

In that case, maybe one or two living people can be saved.

Thinking of this, Yuan Wentong smiled bitterly, stood in front of everyone, ready to face the enemy.

Several people looked at each other, their faces turned ashen, full of reluctance and anger.

"Well said, I've tried."

"Hmph, a group of evil cultivators who are invisible to the point of provoking me Ziyun City will surely die."

"Even if we die here today, we have to take some cushions."

The leader of the black monk sneered, "Diet is coming, and his tone is quite strong. I want to see when you can still speak stubbornly, and take all your strength to destroy them."

"Yes, boss."

"Don't worry, boss, don't leave any one."

"Everyone takes action and kill him with all his might."

For a time, many monks in black used their means, and some even used poison and magic weapons to smash Yuan Wentong and the other two.

The leader of the monk in black sneered, waved his hand, and three corpse puppets in armor stood in front of him.

What's even more terrifying is that these three corpse puppets actually have the cultivation level of the late stage of the Tribulation Immortal, and their strength is amazing.

"Go and kill him."

The monk in black pointed at Yuan Wentong, and three corpse puppets rushed over and attacked him.

When Yuan Wentong saw this, his eyes turned dark and his heart felt cold, "My life is over."

A long sword appeared in his hand, and he held it tightly, his knuckles turned white because of too much force.

He was going to fight to the death and never retreat.

At the same time, he turned his head to the other four and said, "I will hold them back later. If you can escape, escape as soon as possible. Alas."

"Old Yuan, no." One person shouted unwillingly, full of despair.

"Don't let Old Yuan down. We can't all die here."

"Yes, it's good if one can escape."

"Yeah."

In a flash, the attacks of the three corpses were close.

Yuan Wentong's eyes were cold, and the murderous intent rose, "Kill."

He raised his hand, and a shocking sword energy slashed out, slashing a corpse and forcing it to stop.

But at the same time, the other two corpses attacked him from the left and right.

He shouted in his heart, "Not good."

He quickly put the sword in front of him, and used the sword intent to transform thousands of sword shadows, forming an airtight sword curtain in front of him to resist.

Bang.

Snap.

The attacks of the two corpse puppets came and hit the sword curtain, making two dull sounds.

The sword curtain immediately sank, and Yuan Wentong felt a pain in his chest under the effort. He was knocked back more than ten feet away and stopped.

"Cough cough~"

Yuan Wentong looked difficult and coughed several times before he recovered.

He sighed in his heart. It turned out that he was old. He couldn't avoid this difficulty today.

He stood there, holding the sword with both hands, feeling extremely sad and angry, ready to resist with all his strength.