Chapter 379: Fierce Battle, Corpses of Strange Beasts Falling Like Rain, Mountains of Corpses

Chapter 379: Fierce battle, the corpses of the beasts fell like rain, the mountains of corpses and the sea of ​​blood, the corpses were everywhere.

And behind all this, it is inseparable from Lin Pingan's contribution.

The evil skills he had released were like the first ray of sunshine at dawn.

It illuminated the way forward for the Daxia martial arts world, and raised the overall strength of the warriors of the entire civilization to the level of the sixth-grade quasi-grandmaster.

This is not just a leap in numbers, but also the crystallization of countless people's sweat and wisdom, and a powerful manifestation of the Daxia martial arts heritage.

In this garrison city, every warrior was bathed in the baptism of the skills, and their cultivation had reached the peak of the sixth grade.

Everyone is enough to be called a strong man.

Nowadays, many Daxia warriors have firm and sharp eyes, and their movements are agile and decisive.

Facing the army of beasts coming in front of them, waving their weapons in their hands, performing powerful moves, and slaughtering these once feared beasts as easily as cutting tofu with a knife.

Each move revealed a powerful force and immense confidence.

Every slash and punch was as powerful as thunder, dissolving the attack of the beasts into nothingness.

In just a few moments, the beasts that were once full of life and ferocious.

Under the fierce attack of the powerful men of Daxia, they have piled up into a hill of corpses.

The fierce light that once flashed in the pupils of the huge beasts has been extinguished, leaving only the empty and terrifying head to witness this tragic battle.

On the battlefield, the red blood soaked the land, mixed with broken scales and feathers, forming a shocking picture.

The air was filled with a strong smell of blood, as if it could condense into substance, rushing straight into the sky, making people want to vomit.

But this pungent smell did not make the warriors of Daxia retreat at all, but instead strengthened their determination to protect their homeland.

At this moment, the eighth-grade grandmasters and ninth-grade warriors who represent the strongest fighting power of Daxia are still standing in the air like mountains standing proudly in the clouds.

These figures appear solemn and majestic in the afterglow of the setting sun.

However, they are not pretending to be masters and unwilling to join the battlefield.

It is because their battle has not really arrived yet, and the more powerful beast generals, beast kings and even beast emperors are still hiding in the darkness in the distance, waiting for an opportunity to move.

Although watching countless compatriots fall in front of their eyes, the pain in their hearts is like a knife cutting.

But in order to win the tiny possibility of victory, the strong men of Daxia chose to be tough and forbearing.

At this moment, holding the magic weapons in their hands tightly, staring at the distance with bright eyes.

Let the grief and helplessness in their hearts turn into endless power, silently accumulating, waiting for the moment of outbreak.

Like them, the warriors fighting below also understand.

Only by conserving strength can we give the enemy a fatal blow at a critical moment and defend the dignity and peace of Daxia.

However, fortunately, Daxia's average strength is high enough for these quasi-grandmaster warriors at the peak of the sixth rank.

Low- and medium-level beasts do not pose a threat at all, but are just routine consumption on the eve of the real war.

High in the sky, Lin Pingan stood on the top of the clouds, his deep eyes like a sea of ​​stars, staring indifferently at the battlefield in the distance.

His figure stood firm in the wind, his clothes fluttering in the wind, as if integrated with the world.

There was no tension or anxiety in his eyes, only extraordinary calmness and composure.

At this moment, Lin Pingan also did not participate in this fierce battle.

Instead, he chose to be a bystander and wait for the development of the situation.

For Daxia, this battle is not only a life-and-death contest, but also a test of will and strength, a baptism of blood and fire.

From the beginning to the end, he did not position himself as a nanny who protects civilization and takes care of it in every possible way.

Unless he is facing a crisis of life and death, or the matter concerns Lin Pingan's vital interests.

Otherwise, he will not easily intervene in the battles that should be faced and resolved by Daxia itself.

In his view, true strength does not come from the protection of the outside world, but from the tenacity and tempering of the heart.

A civilization that has not been tempered by war is like a flower in a greenhouse. Although it is beautiful, it cannot withstand the invasion of wind and rain.

Excessive doting and protection will only make civilization fragile and eventually go to destruction in the real big waves.

On the contrary, only after experiencing the baptism of blood and fire can an indestructible and powerful core be forged.

"Born in sorrow, die in comfort."

This is an unchanging truth since ancient times.

What's more, Lin Pingan has released many amazing skills, which have lit up the future of Daxia martial arts like bright stars.

It also helped them survive several disasters in a row, cleared a lot of hidden dangers, and gained a lot of precious time for training and self-improvement.

However, under such conditions, the warriors of Daxia still could not withstand the impact of the beasts.

It can only show that they lack firm determination and perseverance, and are truly helpless.

They are a group of wastes who will retreat in the face of life and death tests.

Such cognition, although cruel, is realistic, just like the weeds in the nursery. If they are not pruned and cleaned in time, it will affect the growth of truly valuable plants.

Just like taking good care of the nursery, those "weed" warriors who cannot withstand the grinding and cannot grow must also go through a rigorous screening and elimination.

Only in this way can their failures be turned into fertilizer to nourish more tenacious, brave and diligent excellent warriors.

Only in this way can the martial arts world of Daxia be full of vitality, breed more powerful forces, and grow stronger in the baptism of wind and rain.

They fell only because they did not practice enough and their strength was not strong enough.

On the road of martial arts, death is always like a shadow.

At the same time.

Behind the group of strange beasts, a group of strange beasts with terrifying pressure are quietly waiting for orders from above.

For them, when to fight has never depended on themselves.

For those beast kings and beast god-level beings of the dragon clan, the strong men of other races are just cannon fodder and consumables.

Of course, the middle and low-level strange beasts are cannon fodder among cannon fodders, and they don’t feel sorry for how many they die.

As long as the blood level suppression effect still exists, countless can be easily collected in the depths of the mountain and sea world.

For them, even if these garbage can only consume a little bit of the enemy's blood and energy, it is a result of blood profit without loss.

In the sky, countless flying beasts of various shapes and ferocious and terrifying shapes, like monsters breaking through the air from the abyss of hell, rushed to the ground frantically with a breath of destruction.

At this moment, a large number of seventh-grade master-level Daxia warriors stepped forward and joined the battle.