I have a city in another world

Chapter 7018 Overdraft Backlash and Solutions

Inside the protective array, the more than a thousand cultivators who had narrowly escaped death were in extremely poor condition.

In order to escape the dark and terrifying secret realm and evade the endless pursuit, they almost exhausted all their strength and mental energy.

Just now, in order to maintain the protective array, they were treated like tireless oxen and horses, forced to desperately squeeze out the remaining potential in their bodies.

Most of these cultivators were on the verge of exhaustion; if they continued, they would die instantly.

The excruciating pain, penetrating to the very marrow and soul, came wave after wave, as if the meridians were being branded with a hot iron, and the emptiness in the dantian brought waves of tearing, throbbing pain.

The pain at the level of the soul is even greater.

The sustained high-intensity output brought painful mental torment, like countless fine needles repeatedly piercing the core of the soul, bringing waves of dizziness and a tearing sensation, the torment of which far surpassed physical suffering.

Fortunately, this almost self-destructive effort did not seem to have been in vain.

Looking around, the monsters that had surged like a tidal wave had indeed been completely slaughtered.

The scene before them, a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood, with severed limbs and remains piled up like walls, was filled with terrifying and nauseating gore and cruelty. But at this moment, in the eyes of the cultivators, it seemed like a beautiful landscape related to survival.

"What a nice view……"

Some cultivators, their eyes glazed over, gazed at the "barrier" built from the remains of monsters and murmured in a dreamlike voice.

"We finally won!" Many others erupted in cheers, their voices trembling with relief and relief.

"You bastards! Let's see if you still dare to be arrogant!"

Some, with fiery tempers, would hurl curses at the pile of monster corpses, venting their long-suppressed fear and rage.

Many haggard monks had a look of relief and ecstatic joy on their faces, as if a heavy burden had been lifted off their shoulders.

The brief moment of relaxation and joy lasted only a moment, followed by a sudden and intense backlash like a belated tsunami!
The extreme pain caused people to convulse and twitch. Many cultivators collapsed to the ground, curling up and emitting suppressed groans of agony.

Lower-level cultivators with shallower cultivation levels even rolled their eyes back and fainted on the spot.

The painful backlash left his body and soul in extremely dangerous condition, his breath as faint as a candle flickering in the wind.

Everyone knows that if the person does not receive timely treatment to alleviate the near-irreversible damage to their body and spiritual energy caused by overexertion, they may fall into an eternal sleep and never wake up again.

Like a plant that has lost its vitality, it slowly withers and decays until its flesh and blood rot and its soul dissipates.

Surrounded by danger on the battlefield, the cultivators who had managed to escape the secret realm had no way of finding a proper solution.

Some cultivators, their hands trembling, rummaged through their storage bags or personal clothing to find the last remaining emergency treatment pills.

Right now, I can only treat myself and have no time to care about others. I can only watch helplessly as the situation continues to deteriorate.

The few ninth-level cultivators who were in slightly better condition but still looked exhausted witnessed these tragic scenes.

They frowned, but had no suitable solution.

Under normal circumstances, the lives of these thousand-plus low-level cultivators might not have been taken seriously by a high-ranking ninth-level being.

However, from the most realistic perspective, in the coming period, resisting unknown dangers and maintaining the operation of the protective magic array will still require these "oxen and horses" to continuously provide magic power.

Without the protective array, a few ninth-level cultivators alone are no match for those powerful monsters.

Many low-level cultivators naively believed that having withstood the most frenzied attack, they had survived the most difficult moment, and that the hope of escape seemed to be just around the corner.

Unbeknownst to them, a truly terrifying entity was still lurking in the shadows, silently watching. Tang Zhen, along with the other ninth-tier cultivators and a few well-informed leaders of exploration organizations, were all keenly aware of this.

Therefore, at this moment, no one dares to relax or slack off.

"The situation is dire. If we can't restore these people to their former condition quickly, we're afraid that when the next wave of attacks arrives..."

A ninth-tier wizard spoke in a low voice, expressing the concerns of the crowd.

Just as the high-level cultivators were at a loss, Tang Zhen, who had been standing quietly and meditating, slowly opened his eyes.

His cold gaze swept over the low-level cultivators who were collapsed, groaning, or unconscious, and he calmly said, "I do have a method that can solve this immediate problem. However, this method has a great hidden danger."

Upon hearing this, all the cultivators immediately listened attentively.

The pursuit of truth and knowledge is the hallmark of orthodox wizards, who are renowned throughout the myriad realms.

However, in this respect, Tang Zhen is absolutely no less knowledgeable than the wizard, and is even more versatile and knowledgeable.

The classic texts stored in the cornerstone platform exposed him to knowledge from various systems, many of which were taboo and secret.

At this moment, it came in handy once again.

He continued, "I can use magic to refine the monster flesh and blood piled up here, and forcibly temper it into a potent 'flesh and blood tonic' with its chaotic vitality and residual energy."

This elixir can stimulate potential, forcibly awaken and activate the soul and consciousness, and quickly alleviate the depletion of magical power and the overexertion of the soul, allowing cultivators to restore their ability to move and cast spells in a short period of time.

Changing the subject, Tang Zhen's tone carried a hint of warning: "However, it is a common principle in cultivation that one's body cannot withstand excessive nourishment. This kind of rapid recovery method, which is like drinking poison to quench thirst, is actually several times more terrifying than the previous overdraft and exploitation."

Once this pill is taken, although it can temporarily resolve the crisis, afterwards... the body and soul foundation will be severely damaged, and the chance of being able to return to a normal state is extremely slim.

Cultivators who take elixirs will most likely fall into a deep slumber lasting decades, relying on this long period to slowly repair their spiritual veins and soul. Whether they will awaken during this time is also unknown.

Upon hearing this, the high-ranking wizards were overjoyed. This solution was simply brilliant, far better than they had anticipated.

When Tang Zhen emphasized the "hidden dangers," they exchanged a glance, but both tacitly revealed a hint of indifference.

To accomplish anything, especially something of life and death, sacrifices are inevitable; this is an unshakeable and cruel law of the cultivation world.

Now, the ones paying this heavy price are just a group of insignificant low-level cultivators. Compared to their own safety and subsequent plans, what is this "hidden danger"?
"Your Excellency need not worry, just go ahead and do it."

"Compared to insignificant hidden dangers, life is more important. As long as we live, there is hope; after death, everything is meaningless. Don't you all agree?"

"Once this matter is resolved, we will make efforts to secure the benefits that these cultivators deserve."

Several ninth-level cultivators spoke up, expressing their opinions and all of them supporting the refining and consumption of pills.

Leaders like the Wrathful Flame Wizard were not qualified to express their opinions; all they could do was nod in agreement.

They are subordinates of ninth-level cultivators, birds of a feather, and when faced with a life-or-death choice, they will inevitably prioritize the interests of their superiors and themselves.

The life and death of low-level cultivators are not really a big deal; when it's time to sacrifice them, there's absolutely no need to hesitate.

Tang Zhen remained silent, but couldn't help feeling contempt in his heart.

Wizards are known for their extensive knowledge, but they are also notoriously ruthless and will stop at nothing to achieve their goals.

Looking at it now, it is indeed the case.

To save their own lives, they are willing to abandon and sacrifice even their partners who are in the same boat. What else wouldn't they do?