Gou in the world of comprehension

Chapter 1626 Fellow disciples, I beg you
As soon as Su Fan sat down cross-legged, Peng Shidao and the others hurriedly squeezed next to him, almost sitting right next to him.

The rustling sound of robes rubbing together was particularly jarring inside the already oppressive airship.

He frowned slightly, a hint of impatience flashing in his eyes. What were these old fogies doing here?

However, since everyone present was a cultivator who had rushed to the front lines, and with a formidable enemy at hand, it wouldn't be appropriate to publicly humiliate them.

Su Fan raised his eyes slightly and gave the group a barely perceptible nod, which was considered a greeting.

"Junior brother... we'll be going to the front lines soon. What are the specific procedures? You can take a look..."

Peng Shidao's voice was extremely low, filled with barely concealed unease. His eyes darted around, and he dared not look Su Fan in the eye. Even his voice trembled slightly as he spoke.

Su Fan frowned even more. "You guys are the sect leaders of the three major demonic sects of Zheng Yuan Tian, ​​all big shots in the Integration Realm. Why the hell are you asking me about this kind of front-line command?"

He suppressed his impatience, his tone flat, revealing no emotion.

"These matters are left to you senior brothers to decide; I will simply follow your instructions..."

Peng Shidao and the others exchanged glances, their unease deepening, and a bitter smile appeared on their faces, a smile full of helplessness and apprehension.

You make it sound so easy. When we get to the front lines, who would dare to order you around?

Peng Shidao gritted his teeth, hesitated for a long time, and then approached with a bitter face, his voice so low it was almost inaudible.

“Junior brother, once we get to the front lines, cultivators from smaller planes like Zheng Yuan Tian will likely be among the first to be pushed up to fill the gaps…”

Hearing this, Su Fan's brows relaxed slightly, and the impatience in his heart gradually dissipated. Only then did he belatedly realize the concerns of the others.

He had indeed underestimated the situation. Although Peng Shidao and the others were the leaders of the three major demonic sects in Zhengyuan Heaven, once they arrived at the front lines, they were nothing more than fish on a chopping board, not even qualified to sit at the table and discuss matters.

They would likely be forced to the front lines to withstand the first wave of attacks from the demons, without even having a choice, as soon as they disembarked from the flying ship.

To put it bluntly, they were sent to be cannon fodder, to fill the pits and die.

There's no way around it; the battlefield is never a place where sentimentality matters, and command is always in the hands of those powerful entities.

The cultivators in the smaller planes are merely pawns in their game, to be discarded at any time.

Putting everything else aside, the very airship they were traveling in is enough to explain everything.

These people, who were all powerful figures at the Integration Realm who had come from various planes to provide assistance, were crammed into this crowded flying boat like livestock, without even a moment to breathe.

Although the battlefield situation was critical and cultivators were rushing to the rescue, the number of flying boats was indeed limited.

Su Fan simply refused to believe that cultivators from larger planes were also crammed into such places like them.

He knew perfectly well that delving into these injustices at this point was pointless and would only increase internal friction.

If he doesn't step forward now, Peng Shidao and the others might not even have the chance to see the battlefield alive.

Thinking of this, Su Fan took a deep breath, his aura suddenly becoming calm, and his tone was firm and unwavering.

"Once we get to the front lines, you can all follow behind me..."

Upon hearing this, Peng Shidao and the others froze, then breathed a sigh of relief, their tense shoulders instantly relaxing.

The bitterness on their faces was replaced by ecstasy, and the heart that had been hanging in their throats finally settled back into their stomachs.

They knew better than anyone that the demons were currently besieging the Hongshan Immortal Sect, and that a large number of ninth-tier demons must have been deployed around the perimeter to form an impenetrable blockade.

Once these people step onto the front lines, they will have to face those vicious ninth-tier demons head-on.

This battle will surely be a bloodbath, a brutal and devastating affair.

In terms of individual combat strength, demon cultivators are inherently stronger than human cultivators, and when the two races fight, human cultivators are often on the defensive.

Even these powerful figures at the Integration Realm could perish on the spot and die if they were not careful.

But Su Fan is different; his strength is terrifyingly powerful.

Once this guy goes all out, with this monster in front of them, their chances of survival will undoubtedly increase significantly.

Having received Su Fan's promise, the group dared not say another word. They quietly moved aside and meditated, afraid of disturbing this great demon.

The airship fell into a deathly silence. Everyone sat cross-legged, closed their eyes and regulated their breathing, but no one could truly calm their mind.

The air was filled with dense spiritual energy fluctuations, mixed with a faint sense of oppression.

It takes about several days to travel from Chunyang Dao Palace to Hongshan Immortal Sect.

Everyone knew that this journey might be the last peaceful time of their lives.

What awaits them next is endless slaughter and death.

During the several days of sailing, the airship was completely silent; even breathing was kept extremely low, and no one dared to whisper to each other.

That invisible and intangible oppression, like a huge net, tightly enveloped everyone's heart, making it hard to breathe.

Only Su Fan remained calm and unaffected by the oppressive atmosphere.

He experienced countless fierce battles throughout his life, walking on the edge of life and death countless times, treading through mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

It's no exaggeration to say that he crawled out of a pile of dead bodies.

Just before returning to the Jiaochen Realm, he had personally witnessed the earth-shattering and tragic battle between the human and demon races in the Zuokun Constellation.

The scene of corpses strewn across the fields and rivers of blood was already etched into his very bones.

But others are different. The Yuanmang constellation has been peaceful for a long time, and an interstellar war of this scale is already a legend from tens of thousands of years ago.

They had never experienced such a cruel scene before, and the fear in their hearts had already spread silently.

After an unknown amount of time, the airship suddenly began to shake violently, its engines emitted a muffled roar, and it began to slowly dive, rapidly descending towards the ground below.

"Boom..."

A deafening roar followed as the airship crashed heavily to the ground, kicking up clouds of dust. The shuddering of the aircraft nearly knocked people off their feet.

"Boom...bang..."

Before the airship had come to a complete stop, several huge hatches were forcibly blasted open, the loud clanging of metal against metal was deafening.

The group acted without the slightest delay, as if every second of delay would bring more danger.

Su Fan swayed slightly, then steadily stood up from the ground and followed the crowd off the flying boat.

The moment I stepped off the flying boat, a chilling and murderous aura, like a sharp blade, instantly rushed towards me, piercing straight to my bone marrow.

The odor was a mixture of strong smells of blood, burnt smells, and the stench unique to demon cultivators, so strong it was almost nauseating.

Even Su Fan, who had witnessed countless grand scenes, couldn't help but shudder. His pores instantly contracted, his adrenaline surged wildly, and his fighting spirit was completely ignited at this moment.

This is the aura of a battlefield, the aura of a life-or-death struggle.

In such an environment, anyone would be affected by the somber atmosphere, and a surge of passionate excitement would well up in their heart.

Even knowing that a dead end lay ahead, a desperate courage arose within them. Su Fan was no exception, a sharp glint flashing in his eyes.

Beneath my feet lies a vast, boundless plain, stretching for hundreds of miles, which has long been transformed into a simple yet bustling airport.

At this moment, countless flying boats filled the sky, blotting out the sun like dark clouds. Flying boats were constantly descending slowly, while others, filled with cultivators, were rapidly ascending.

The roar of the flying boats and the shouts of the cultivators intertwined, creating a heart-pounding cacophony.

On the ground, the airships were parked as far as the eye could see, densely packed together. The air was filled with a mixture of spiritual energy and gunpowder smoke, creating a suffocating atmosphere.

Every corner exudes the tension and grim atmosphere of an impending great battle.

As soon as Su Fan and the others stepped off the flying boat, a figure hurriedly came to greet them. It was a powerful cultivator at the Integration Realm.

His clothes were stained with faint blood, clearly indicating that he had just come from the front lines.

At this moment, the old man looked solemn, his brows furrowed with anxiety, and he didn't exchange even a single unnecessary greeting.

"Everyone, follow me..."

He shouted at the top of his lungs, his voice hoarse and unpleasant, with an unquestionable tone of command.

Without even a basic bow, he turned and hurriedly led the group toward an open space.

In the distance, on an open field, stood a transparent light screen tens of meters high, on which a huge battlefield map was clearly displayed.

The map is densely marked with red and blue dots, with red representing the demon race and blue representing the human race.

At this moment, the red light spots had already formed an encirclement, tightly surrounding the two blue light spots in the middle, and the situation was extremely precarious.

Those two places should be Hongshan Immortal Sect and Hongshan Immortal City. Unexpectedly, even now, neither place has been conquered by the demon race.

Below the transparent light curtain, a simple wooden platform was erected.

Several late-stage Nascent Soul cultivators stood side by side on the wooden platform. Their auras were powerful, but their expressions were solemn and their brows were furrowed.

They stared intently at the battlefield situation map on the light screen, the air around them seemingly frozen.

Only after Su Fan and the others arrived did the great cultivators slowly turn around.

The leader was an elderly man with white hair. He looked haggard, with wrinkles around his eyes and bloodshot eyes, clearly indicating that he had not rested for many days.

His aura was somewhat disordered, revealing a hint of barely concealed anxiety and unease.

The old man bowed slightly to the crowd below the stage, his tone heavy as if a thousand-pound boulder was pressing down on him.

"Fellow disciples, to make a long story short, the situation on the battlefield is now extremely critical..."

At this point, he slowly raised his head, his gaze sweeping over everyone in the audience.

His bloodshot eyes were filled with urgency and pleading, and his voice trembled slightly.

"Right here, near the Hongshan Immortal Sect, the Demon Clan has opened a massive Star Gate. Every moment, countless Demon Clan cultivators are continuously being transported to Xuan Guangtian through the Star Gate. The Hongshan Immortal Sect is almost at its breaking point..."

As soon as he finished speaking, the old man raised his hand and waved it. A red light flashed, and a red circle was heavily marked on a certain spot on the battlefield map.

Within that red circle, the red dots were so densely packed they resembled ants, making one's scalp tingle.

He raised his hand again and drew a huge circle on the light screen with a glaring red color, his voice filled with even more bitterness.

"The demons have already established several impregnable defensive lines in this area, relentlessly targeting our rescue efforts."

The good news is that the Hongshan Immortal Sect is still holding out and has not fallen; but the bad news is that, even now, despite deploying countless troops, we still haven't been able to break through the demon race's defenses..."

The old man sighed heavily at this point, a sigh filled with helplessness and despair.

He then marked a defensive line on the battlefield map, his tone instantly becoming firm, carrying a do-or-die determination.

"Once you get up there, no matter the cost, you must launch a fierce attack on this section of the defense line. You must tear open a gap and create a passage for the reinforcements..."

After saying this, the old man suddenly bent down and bowed deeply to the crowd below the stage, his voice choked with emotion and full of pleading.

"Fellow disciples, I beg you..."

"The time for the Hongshan Immortal Sect is running out. Once the Hongshan Immortal Sect falls and the Demon Clan completely occupies this foothold, Xuan Guangtian will be in an extremely difficult situation."

At that time, our entire Azure Glass Starfield will be engulfed in endless war, doomed to eternal damnation…

The old man's words struck everyone's heart like a heavy hammer.

The cultivators below the stage all wore solemn expressions, their fear gradually replaced by determination, and a fierce rage ignited in their eyes.

Despite knowing they were being used as cannon fodder, a sense of shared hatred and righteous indignation quietly rose in everyone's hearts.

They knew very well that the old man's words were not an exaggeration.

Once the demons establish a foothold in Xuan Guangtian, countless demon cultivators will continuously pour in through the Star Gate.

At that time, Xuan Guangtian will become a living hell, and even the entire Qingli Starfield will face annihilation.

At this moment, even the usually composed Su Fan frowned, his brows furrowing into a deep line, a sense of gravity rising in his heart.

Zhengyuan Heaven and Xuanguang Heaven are not far apart. If Xuanguang Heaven falls, the Demon Clan's next target will surely be Zhengyuan Heaven.

Zheng Yuantian was the root of the Su family, and he absolutely could not allow his descendants to be involved in this extremely cruel and brutal war.

We must not allow the foundation of the Su family to be destroyed.

This is his bottom line.

The old man straightened up, his tone becoming urgent again, with a sense of pressing need that left no time to lose.

"Fellow disciples, I won't waste any more words. Time is of the essence, let's set off immediately..."

After the old man finished speaking, he and the other Nascent Soul Realm cultivators on the wooden platform led Su Fan and the others to a star gate several meters high nearby.

At this time, countless small star gates have been built around the battlefield to facilitate cultivators from all over the world to reach the front line as quickly as possible.

Several late-stage Nascent Soul cultivators turned around, took a deep look at the crowd behind them, and then stepped into the small star gate.

Not long after Su Fan and his group entered the starry sky, another group of Nascent Soul cultivators from various planes arrived at the transparent light curtain.

On the wooden platform beneath the transparent light curtain, several other late-stage Nascent Soul cultivators were on hand to give a brief pre-battle pep talk to the newcomers.

Countless Nascent Soul cultivators from various planes of the Azure Glass Starfield were sent to the front lines in batches.

At the same time, several star regions surrounding the Qingli Star Region also began a general mobilization for war, with cultivators arriving in droves.

Even the entire Jiaochen Realm has begun a general mobilization for war.

This war is like a giant meat grinder, devouring the lives of cultivators from both races every moment.

(End of this chapter)