I Don't Want to Get Hurt, So I'll Max Out My Defense-Chapter 396: 397 : The Anomaly of the Third Battlefield

Yang Guang and Cai Kunxu were thoroughly confused, but they didn’t say much more, as Li Xiaobai’s miraculousness far exceeded their imagination.

They had originally thought he was just some old monster who had hidden himself for thousands of years, but the more they learned, the more astonished they felt. None of the items Li Xiaobai produced were understandable to them.

Moreover, with his unpredictable strategies, the battle against Flesh Mountain became as easy as child’s play, and was effortlessly resolved.

In their hearts, they had already decided to leave all future matters to Li Xiaobai’s care; they just needed to follow his instructions and quietly wait to be carried to victory.

At the same time.

In the third battlefield, within the City Lord’s Mansion.

Amid singing and dancing, Xiong Da held a lavish banquet to entertain the Dry Flame Saint Child, with whom he had just reached an agreement.

“Lord Xiong can rest assured that once this Saint Heir successfully claims the trial’s victory, I will surely become one of the cultivators with the most esteemed status in Fire Qilin Cave. At that time, I will fulfill all your requests,”

the Dry Flame Saint Child said with a smile.

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“Indeed, I am willing to testify; once my Saint Heir makes a promise, he never reneges. The items the City Lord desires will be easy for my Saint Heir to obtain,”

Elder Ji raised his glass with a smile as well.

“Haha, then I’ll have to trouble the Dry Flame Saint Child, rest assured, this third battlefield will offer you full support!”

“Once I get the items I desire, my cultivation level and strength are bound to rise to the next level. At that time, wouldn’t it be wonderful for our two powerful families to join forces?”

Xiong Da also laughed heartily and tilted his head back to down the wine in his glass.

“A mere trifle, I thank you in advance, Lord Xiong,”

the Dry Flame Saint Child said with a laugh, exchanging a hidden glance with Elder Ji, both revealing a mocking look in their eyes.

They couldn’t believe how naive this City Lord was, believing anything they said.

The Fire Qilin Cave never entered alliances with others and certainly wouldn’t allow anyone else to share in their feast at the table. Lord Xiong’s requests were pure folly.

An artifact that could help an individual at the Great Crossing Realm’s strength to advance?

If such a thing existed, why wouldn’t they keep it for themselves? Why give it to you?

Having made up his mind, the Dry Flame Saint Child planned to kick Lord Xiong to the curb once the trial was over, but before that, he still needed the City Lord’s power to act.

The three of them drank and chatted cheerfully, as if they were old friends meeting over wine.

Xiong Da never imagined he could have a day when he would turn his situation around. Just by helping the Dry Flame Saint Child win, by obtaining the resources he desired, he could surely advance to the next level.

Then, the likes of Cai Kunxu would no longer be able to suppress him with their cultivation levels.

Just as they were on the third round of drinks, an urgent shout suddenly came from outside the hall.

“Report, something terrible has happened! The mysterious flames that covered the third battlefield have suddenly disappeared without a trace, and in just one night, thousands of Flesh Mountains have surged from the deep borders, now fully occupying the battlefield!”

“Hmm? What’s going on, come in and speak quickly!”

Lord Xiong was shocked. He knew exactly where those black flames came from—they were nothing but a farce orchestrated by Li Xiaobai himself. He had been delighted since the flames had blocked the Flesh Mountains, affording the cultivators some breathing space.

But now, in just a few days of relaxation, the flames had inexplicably vanished.

The scout from outside stumbled in, “Reporting, my lord, the black flames that sealed off the battlefield disappeared overnight, and now the Flesh Mountains have entered the battlefield in large numbers, including some stronger than those at the Transcendance Tribulation Stage. The cultivators can’t hold them back.”

“What should we do to respond, please make a decision soon, my lord!”

“Clang!”

Xiong Da’s wine cup hit the ground, stirring up a torrent of shock and panic in his heart.

Overnight, thousands of Flesh Mountains had appeared on the battlefield. Outsiders might not understand the severity of the situation, but he was crystal clear about it.

This was a place right next to the deep borders, and the Flesh Mountains emerging were no ordinary small fries. Each one was a being that could plunge cultivators into a desperate struggle.

Now that thousands of Flesh Mountains had flooded into the battlefield, among them not lacking Great Crossing Realm’s strength, this force was ten times stronger than before the Black Flame scorched the earth—it was immeasurable!

Just relying on his subordinates, the cultivators, they would really be unable to hold them off. If the Flesh Mountains broke through the defense and slaughtered their way into the city, it would be a horrific disaster.

No matter what, the defensive line on the battlefield must not retreat; it must hold firm.

“Don’t panic, give the order for everything to carry on as usual. Let the soldiers take turns fighting in the front, conduct a war of attrition against the Flesh Mountains, and drag their advance to a halt. I, the City Lord, will personally take the field and eradicate the Flesh Mountains!”

Xiong Da quickly issued the order, only his personal intervention could alleviate the situation now.

“Dry Flame Saint Child, we might need to borrow the power of the Fire Qilin Cave for this matter, what do you think…”

Xiong Da said, his face carrying a questioning look.

“It’s no trouble, this elder will accompany the City Lord on a trip. To deal with these Flesh Mountains on the battlefield is also a token of my Saint Heir’s commitment,” said Elder Ji, waving his hand casually, speaking with absolute confidence in his strength. With his Great Crossing Realm cultivation and carrying the power of the Qilin Bloodline, these mere Flesh Mountains were nothing but an easy task to eliminate.

“Thank you both!”

…

Half an hour later.

On the edge of the third battlefield, three figures stood tall, surveying the situation ahead.

Xiong Da’s expression was quite grim. The sight before him was almost entirely crimson, and even before entering the battlefield, the thick, suffocating stench of blood was already overwhelming.

On the ground lay many severed limbs and broken bodies, silent and horribly mutilated.

All this was the result of the influence of the Flesh Mountains on the cultivators, clouding their minds, leading to a frenzy of mutual slaughter.

“Hahaha, all the treasures are mine, they can only belong to me alone!”

“Stop trying to take my throne; in this world, there can only be one king, and that is I, you shall all die for me!”

“Master, don’t blame me. Why did you favor him, always teaching my senior brother the advanced Cultivation Techniques?”

“Little sister, can you see? Your brother has avenged you!”

Screams of agony echoed from the thick blood fog, some filled with excitement, others with sorrow. The blood fog in this area of the battlefield was so dense it was on a completely different level. Cultivators would lose their sanity after just a few breaths in it and begin to go mad.

The Dry Flame Saint Child couldn’t help but widen his eyes. Such a scene was also a first for him; the battles on the borders were so insane.

“Lord Xiong, there’s something extraordinary in this battlefield,” said Elder Ji, also furrowing his brows, the scene before him exceeding his expectations.

“There are more than one Flesh Mountain here with Great Crossing Realm’s strength. Before taking them out, it would be suicide for the cultivators to go in. Elder Ji, let’s first clear out this battlefield together!”