362 Victory and Defeat
The Celestial Observation Mirror's notification sounded, and contributions soared.
Goodness, taking one hit, yet I got more reward than for defeating ten giant chanical puppet beast control disciples.
However, there's no ti to celebrate.
Imdiately, cracks appeared, spreading rapidly, covering the entire turtle shell.
No wonder it's an attack surpassing the restrictions of this space.
As Small Knife marveled, blood seeped from his seven orifices.
Goodness, the Black Tortoise Sword Shield was actually broken.
No, it's just that the disciples' spiritual power was insufficient, their numbers not enough.
If only they could have withstood the attack before breaking through the blockade.
Boom.
The gigantic turtle shell shattered, turning into countless sword shadows scattering everywhere.
Many of the sword shadows showed cracks.
Imdiately, a silhouette appeared on each sword.
Thump thump!
Most were Outer Sect disciples, lacking inherent strength; now that the formation was broken, and they were separated from the Unity of Man and Sword.
Exhausted of spiritual energy, their injuries unclear, they fell from the flying swords like raindrops.
Because they had all fainted.
Battlefields were everywhere.
Falling might not kill them, but survival was bleak.
Small Knife hovered in the air, moving his mouth.
The highest quality healing recovery product, researched from Dragon Blood and Spirit Liquid, appeared directly in his mouth, and he swallowed it.
Looking around, only over a hundred Inner Sect disciple levels or elite Outer Sect disciples hadn't fainted, barely maintaining their stance, standing on flying swords, swallowing various elixirs.
Each with a solemn expression quickly descended, their survival dependent largely on luck.
Even so in better status instinctively protected Small Knife, saying, "Senior Brother, you are a Core Disciple, with imnse potential, you must survive."
A few released so flying Daoist Soldiers.
Whether beast or humanoid, they caught Magical Artifacts or were capable of flight themselves, but their numbers were few.
Once released, they imdiately received orders to protect around Small Knife.
Forget it, or my mind won't be at ease.
"Those who followed can't just die like this," Small Knife mumbled suddenly.
While other disciples were montarily stunned.
He waved his hand.
An item exploded.
This thing completely affected perception.
As for its effectiveness, that was left to fate.
Imdiately, personal space opened, and nurous Daoist Soldiers flew out.
These Daoist Soldiers were quite powerful, each at the Third and Fourth Realms.
Upon erging, they descended like dumplings.
But in just an instant, wings sprouted behind them.
They appeared to be a kind of humanoid race.
"Flying Daoist Soldiers, so many." The surrounding Inner Sect disciples rejoiced, seeing their survival chances significantly increase.
But these Daoist Soldiers quickly descended.
Rapidly swooping to rescue those falling Outer Sect disciples.
Obviously, the remaining conscious disciples were all relatively strong.
Yet clearly heavily injured, they could barely protect themselves, having instinctively given up on those disciples.
The consequences of them falling unconscious were predictable.
But they had no strength to help.
But now!
"Senior Brother is righteous, but self-preservation should be the priority," an Inner Sect disciple urgently advised.
Clearly, even thousands or tens of thousands of Outer Sect disciples couldn't compare to the value of a Core Disciple.
So it's normal for those around to look out for themselves, no one found it wrong.
Because they understood.
At this mont, the sword cultivators looked at Small Knife differently.
Cultivators' appearance and age aren't particularly correlated, especially for females.
Even so, despite Small Knife appearing young, no one believed his actual age.
Easily mastering the Cyan Dragon and Black Tortoise Sword Array, he was certainly a seasoned Core Disciple.
Such a veteran elite disciple with millennia of experience, his decisions were naturally not theirs to change.
These winged beings were clearly the direct lineage, Dragon-n, that Small Knife nurtured in the Goblin World.
The closest existence to Giant Dragons.
Due to certain thods, there was plenty of Dragon Blood.
Thus, Dragon-n nurtured naturally weren't few, each evaluated as a King.
So even approached the level of an Emperor.
Each possessed wings and excelled at flying.
They were always nurtured in personal space; this was the first ti releasing them.
Even so, flying seed quite strenuous at this mont.
This was the restriction of this space.
Apart from sword cultivators, other thods of flying seed significantly more difficult.
The chanical puppet beast thods were extraordinary, yet only this relatively simple thod was challenging to counteract.
But this referred to high flight.
Descending wasn't restricted.
So the Dragon-n swiftly rescued those disciples.
At this mont, Small Knife also swiftly descended to the ground.
Needless to say, the other remaining disciples closely followed.
Many with eyes full of admiration.
Including the one who previously spoke to stop him.
Although the cost-benefit ratio was low.
Such actions more easily gained their approval.
Which disciple wouldn't want to follow soone who doesn't treat subordinates as cannon fodder, especially such a strong one?
At this mont, many began to entertain ideas of following him.
After all, though it's cultivation, many already knew how difficult their path was, let alone becoming immortal.
A worthy strong figure to follow was not easy to find.
Misjudging people, being used as cannon fodder, or not gaining due benefits, were all normal occurrences.
Plus, there was no chance for regrets.
Before reaching the ground, chanical puppet beasts already charged at them.
However, there were also disciples of their sect striving to block them.
After rescuing those disciples, the Dragon-n landed, roaring, instantly their bodies covered with scales, and charged directly ahead.
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