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Chapter 268: Chapter 168: Morals or Anything of that Sort, We Women Never Speak of Them

Chapter 268 -168: Morals or Anything of that Sort, We Women Never Speak of Them

The Mystic Gate Army became frantic. Yan Shiyin cleaved a flying arrow aimed at him and bellowed, “I have only one family member, my younger sister, and she is not near the royal city at this moment!”

“This person is spouting lies!”

Yan Shiyin’s voice spread, and it was then that the Mystic Gate Army calmed down and continued to launch attacks against Chen Qing or the outer perimeter’s Li Bingwei.

Chen Qing couldn’t help but marvel inwardly at the awe-inspiring authority Yan Shiyin held within the Mystic Gate Army.

When Yan Shiyin spoke, the Mystic Gate Army believed.

Although Xuan Cuo and Xuan Mang had only brought partial reinforcements, they were still reinforcements after all.

This, in turn, slightly bolstered the morale of the Li Bingwei soldiers.

The war continued, with Chen Qing and the Mystic Gate Army battling it out in the inner circle, while outside, the Li Bingwei clashed with the Mystic Gate Army.

In both battlefields, the fighting was frenzied at that moment.

Perhaps for other nations of Nanli, it was just a matter of winning or losing.

But for Li Bingwei and the Mystic Gate Army, it was a struggle for life and death.

They were mortal enemies.

By now, the casualty rate on both sides had exceeded ten percent, yet no one showed fear or hesitated to advance; instead, their ferocity only grew.

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The ground was plowed repeatedly, and dust flew chaotically in all directions.

Sword rain and arrow rain intertwined, making the center of the battlefield increasingly brutal. On the edges, Cultivators fought each other desperately for their lives.

In this relentless chaos, daylight gradually brightened.

The casualties had reached twenty percent for both sides, with almost exhausted Spiritual Energy within them.

A large number of Cultivators held a Spiritual Pearl in one hand to replenish their Spiritual Energy, while wielding flying swords with the other to continue the fight.

Lin Zhonglu, who had gotten a good night’s sleep, could not resist his curiosity any longer and came beside Qing Ran to watch.

“How’s the battle progressing?”

Qing Ran rubbed his slightly reddened eyes, “It’s been a night of fighting, and it’s still very brutal.”

“Because more Li Bingwei reinforcements arrived later, the casualty ratio between the two sides isn’t much different.”

“By the looks of it, we’re probably in for another day of fighting.”

A battle lasting an entire night — this was not normal for Cultivators at the Foundation Establishment level.

Generally speaking, a victor should have emerged in such a long time.

But currently, the situation was still unclear.

Lin Zhonglu looked towards the battlefield, where Chen Qing was like a blood-red giant, wielding his sword amid a thousand soldiers.

His body was covered with bloodstains; he was nearly enveloped in fresh blood.

Hardly a patch of skin on him was intact.

It was only because Chen Qing possessed the meat butterfly that he could rely on his taut muscles to withstand the enemy’s flying swords.

At this moment, Chen Qing felt pain in every part of his body.

Xuanping had helped him break away from a life-and-death crisis, but she couldn’t block all the attacks.

After a night of enemy assaults, there was hardly any unharmed skin left on Chen Qing.

Intense pain continuously eroded his consciousness.

Fortunately, Chen Qing had spent so much time drinking fish soup with the fisherman in the Netherworld and had a high tolerance for pain.

Even now, he could still maintain clear thinking.

After a night of bitter fighting, the enemy’s flying swords were not as numerous as midnight, and fewer arrows were shot.

Chen Qing reached out to grasp the last strand of vitality squeezed from the land, using it to heal his injuries.

Then he flung a Spiritual Pearl and a large amount of healing Spiritual Medicine into his mouth.

A constant stream of Spiritual Energy mixed with the power of the medicine burst forth from his stomach; he was quickly restoring his Spiritual Energy and allowing the medicinal power to heal his wounds.

If the enemy’s assault was no longer as fierce, it was his turn to show his might!

This was the first time he had fought an entire night straight.

If it was a contest of endurance, then they had indeed found the right man!

He broke through the Sword Flood in front of him, and with his left hand immediately used the Dragon Capturing Hand towards a Mystic Gate soldier.

The soldier tried to flee but found an immense suction force erupting from Chen Qing’s hand.

Chen Qing grabbed him, and with terrible strength bursting forth, crushed him into pulp.

Chen Qing continued to wave his sword, occasionally cleaving a Mystic Gate soldier in two.

Like a War God that would never tire or die, he charged and killed all around the enemy ranks.

Cheng Tianyou tried to block him but was shot away by an arrow.

Seeing Chen Qing growing stronger the more he fought, inspiring all Li Bingwei soldiers.

“Follow Lord Wei, kill these treacherous dogs!”

“They can’t hold out much longer!”

“Our strength is greater than theirs; their Spiritual Energy must be waning!”

“Kill!”

Hearing these roaring voices, Cheng Tianyou wiped the blood from his face and approached Yan Shiyin, “Sir, what do we do now?”

Yan Shiyin said, “We can’t retreat. Once we show signs of retreating, Lin Zhonglu from the Giant Wood Forest will surely summon a large army to encircle us.”

“If Qingxu wins, we will fall into an absolute disadvantage.”

“Fight a little longer!”

The battle continued, and at this point, Yan Shiyin wasn’t specifically targeting Chen Qing anymore.

Killing Chen Qing would depend on having numerical superiority.

But at the moment, a large number of Mystic Gate Army soldiers were too drained of Spiritual Energy to organize enough forces to surround Chen Qing.

Yan Shiyin could only enter the enemy’s formation, aiming to kill as many enemy soldiers as possible.

Both Yan Shiyin and Chen Qing were fighting with all their might, with blood pooling on the ground.

The earth was dyed crimson, but it wouldn’t be long before the blood was plowed over by the Li Bingwei and Mystic Gate Army’s magic.

An hour passed, and Yan Shiyin turned to look at the ever-more formidable Chen Qing. Although he had the strength to fight Chen Qing, he lacked magic arts like Fatian Xiangdi.