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Chapter Sixty-Five: Back to Back
Under the bright moonlight, the night was anything but peaceful.
Boom, boom, boom...
Over two hundred Demon Clan Armored Soldiers charged forward in unison, shaking the ground beneath them. Unlike their earlier mocking attacks, the Demon Clan was determined to kill everyone as quickly as possible.
Lin Feng and Sima Shangshan stood together, watching the encroaching Demon Clan Armored Soldiers. Both felt a calmness within; there was no time left to think about fear. Their minds were focused on one thing: killing.
Most of the Demon Clan Armored Soldiers wielded large blades, striking towards the encircled duo. The sheer number of soldiers created a web of flashing blades descending upon them.
Ah, ah, ah...
As this round of fierce attacks continued, cries of agony echoed all around.
Among the demons, Lin Feng wielded the Moon City Sword with unmatched strength, not knowing how many Demon Clan Armored Soldiers he had slain. Sima Shangshan's cultivation far surpassed Lin Feng's; armed with a long sword, he unleashed devastating power as well.
Unlike Lin Feng's method of killing one at a time, Sima Shangshan employed his Divine Technique. With a single swing of his sword, sword energy coalesced into a river. Under the moonlight, this river shimmered with a dazzling golden hue—also a color that instilled fear in demons. Wherever this sword energy river flowed, the Xuanjia armor of the Armored Soldiers shattered, followed by their bodies disintegrating into death.
Lin Feng watched this scene with a mix of shock and envy. He did not possess any Divine Ability techniques; the most advanced skill he had was the Angry Dragon Fist. His low-level Martial Arts Technique seemed almost ineffective compared to Sima Shangshan's display; it was more practical for him to strike with simple Vital Energy.
Lin Feng swiftly killed one soldier after another, moving quickly and mercilessly.
Sima Shangshan could take out groups with a single strike, but the larger his moves became, the faster his Vital Energy drained.
There were casualties among Sima Shangshan's subordinates as well. In less than a tea's worth of time, countless large blades from the demons began to crack and eventually shatter their Xuanjia armor beyond recognition. Without their protective gear, numerous blades pierced through their bodies, resulting in gruesome deaths.
After just one wave of attacks, only Lin Feng and Sima Shangshan remained standing. The demons had lost around seventy or eighty soldiers.
From the moment they launched their assault, the demon attacks had not ceased, maintaining an intense rhythm.
Lin Feng and Sima Shangshan stood back to back, guarding each other's rear. Like Lin Feng, Sima Shangshan killed in the simplest and most direct manner possible while conserving his Vital Energy for future use.
Lin Feng and Sima Shangshan moved with incredible speed, so fast that they left afterimages, making it difficult to discern which hands were real. Only in this way could they block the countless large blades thrusting toward them from the front and both sides.
There were still no fewer than two hundred Demon Clan Armored Soldiers. This was a bloody battle that was difficult, if not impossible, to win.
Lin Feng and Sima Shangshan coordinated exceptionally well, constantly moving back and forth or swaying side to side, even rising and falling. Yet their backs remained glued together, never separating. As a result, although they could not quickly break through the encirclement, at least they would not suffer attacks that they could not defend against.
It seemed like a balanced situation; if it continued like this, victory would come only when half of the Demon Clan had been killed or injured.
However, good things are often short-lived.
A massive axe swung through the air, cutting through the void and radiating a terrifying power. This axe's might seemed almost fused with the Demon Clan Armored Soldiers, making it hard to detect. It was unleashed simultaneously with an attacking Armored Soldier.
If one were high above in the sky, they would see a curved line of axe power behind the first row of Demon Clan Armored Soldiers, surging forward like a tide as the first row advanced.
By the time Lin Feng and Sima Shangshan were exhausted from dealing with the front row of Demon Clan Armored Soldiers, the axe power arrived.
The force carried a sharp cutting power that was hard to resist. Lin Feng had no choice but to raise his Moon City Sword to block it. The razor-sharp edge of the axe struck against the Moon City Sword but did not shatter it.
"Interesting," the attacker couldn't help but murmur lightly.
This strike, while unable to break the Moon City Sword, also failed to injure Lin Feng. However, the terrifying cutting force never ceased; it seemed determined to sever the Moon City Sword.
The sound of metal being sliced grew sharper and more alarming, as if even the night itself would be cut apart. Yet the Moon City Sword remained unyielding. Nevertheless, the immense backlash felt like a colossal wave sweeping over Lin Feng, mercilessly pushing him away.
Sima Shangshan wielded a Ninth-Grade Treasure, matching the level of the incoming axe attack. Thus, in terms of defense, he was much better off than Lin Feng. Fortunately, his cultivation far surpassed Lin Feng's.
Unused Vital Energy surged forth like a mountain torrent. Sima Shangshan's black hair flew wildly as his clothes fluttered dramatically in the wind. His entire presence reached its peak.
Sima Shangshan stood firm against the incoming axe power, both sides locked in a stalemate.
This is a battlefield, never belonging to a single person's fight.
The Armored Soldiers of the Demon Clan surged forward, countless blades striking madly against Sima Shangshan's back, legs, and helmet. Although clad in High-Level Battle Armor, and his cultivation far surpassing that of the Demon Clan Armored Soldiers, who could withstand the combined force of countless blows, time and again?
The cracks in the Xuanjia had widened even more.
From beginning to end, the Cultist who wielded the giant axe had never revealed himself, blending in among the Demon Clan Armored Soldiers.
Lin Feng lay on the ground, coughing up blood repeatedly; the impact he had just received was greater than the combined force of countless crossbow bolts before. Lin Feng was certain that it was that hidden Cultist who had struck him, and his cultivation must have reached Fate Realization.
"Although he has reached Fate Realization, he is still one Foundation lower than Sima Shangshan. Otherwise, why would he not dare to show himself?"
Struggling to rise, Lin Feng was grateful that his cultivation had been continuously growing, allowing him to hold on until now. The Stone Pearl within him constantly absorbed and expelled chaotic energy, aiding Lin Feng's recovery while nourishing his Foundation Cultivation.
"This is a difficult battle, yet a rare opportunity for cultivation."
Seeing Sima Shangshan struggling against the giant axe attacks, exposing his back to the Demon Clan Armored Soldiers, Lin Feng had no time to catch his breath. He took a deep breath and transformed into a silver streak of light that plunged into the fray, slaying countless enemies before finally joining forces with Sima Shangshan.
The backs of the two men pressed tightly together once more. Though sweat soaked their clothes, it felt warm and reassuring.
"We won't survive unless we kill that Cultist," Lin Feng conveyed through Divine Consciousness.
"The commander is named Tu, Eighth Demon Disciple, with cultivation at the late stage of Fate Realization Realm. He is just one Foundation lower than me; his strength is considerable and skilled in troop deployment," Sima Shangshan responded through Divine Consciousness.
"No wonder the Demon Clan Armored Soldiers are attacking in an orderly fashion and their fierce offensive shows no signs of waning," Lin Feng praised.
"How long until our reinforcements arrive?" Sima Shangshan asked the most crucial question.
"Can I afford to be without them?" Lin Feng replied with a smile.
"Huh?"
Sima Shangshan couldn't help but let out a sigh, then said, "It seems today is my day to die. Before I go, to meet a life-and-death friend like Brother Lin is a comfort."
"Isn't there any way to avoid death? If we join forces and take down that Cultist, we can survive," Lin Feng replied.
"This place is within the demon's occupied territory. I have been hiding my last resort, hoping for reinforcements. Now that there are none, the demons must have learned about this Battle. It puts us at an even greater disadvantage."
"Brother Lin, when I make my final strike, take the chance to escape. If you see General, please ask her two questions for me."
General Qiu had died at the hands of War Maniac and Zhu Chui, and the evidence lay within this jade slip. Before dying, he had finally fulfilled her request, leaving him with no regrets.
"Brother Lin, please remember to ask her if she ever thinks of me."
Those who are infatuated always possess a certain charm. At least Lin Feng felt that Sima Shangshan appeared even more perfect and profound now, making him all the more worthy of deep friendship.
"Sima, stop it. It's pointless; I can't deliver your message. Whatever you need to say, you should tell General yourself. So you'd better stay alive," Lin Feng joked with a smile.
Sima Shangshan revealed a smile; he knew that Lin Feng's words were merely meant to provoke him. He said, "Brother Lin, hold them off for a moment."
"Alright."
Amid their conversation, the battle did not cease. The demon attacks came like waves, one after another, organized and fierce.
Since Sima Shangshan needed time, Lin Feng wasted no time in buying it for him. The bond between men is often so carefree.
Lin Feng had some means at his disposal but preferred not to reveal them openly, such as the Ancient Cauldron. If he brought out the Ancient Cauldron, no matter how fiercely the demons attacked, he would remain safe and sound.
Another method was his formidable physique. He decided to become Sima Shangshan's shield.
Lin Feng abandoned any form of attack and instead circled around Sima Shangshan at an astonishing speed. The circle was tight, almost forming a perfect perimeter around Sima Shangshan.
Lin Feng's speed was so great that countless afterimages appeared; these phantoms merged together to create what seemed like a solid circle.
Countless attacks from the demon clan struck Lin Feng. He did his best to steady himself, gritting his teeth and enduring. His cultivation continued to rise steadily.
Within the circle, Sima Shangshan slowly unfastened the tattered Xuanjia, his movements graceful. Then, he took out a white handkerchief and began to gently wipe the blade, saying, "This sword is called Jianshu, ranked ninth."
"Unfazed by honor or disgrace, I watch the flowers bloom and wither in the courtyard; indifferent to departure or arrival, I gaze at the clouds rolling and dispersing above. Jianshu is named after this sentiment. I really like this phrase, which is why I cherish this sword."
"Damn it, I thought I was buying you time as a meat shield for some big move, but instead, you're doing something so out of place."
Watching Sima Shangshan leisurely wipe the sword and reflect, Lin Feng couldn't help but curse under his breath. Yet, it was just a casual remark. He could sense the deep sadness and reluctance emanating from Sima Shangshan, as if he were delivering his last words.
"This sword became famous across the nine provinces alongside my master and achieved sixth place at the Jiuzhou Gathering Conference, showcasing its brilliance for the first time. My master has passed; this time when we go to Zhongzhou, it should achieve an even better ranking because it has met the right person."
"Jianshu, oh Jianshu, if I were to leave, when would you meet another person who is right for you?"
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