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Seeing this, Qi Jue quickly released the little stone monster, saying, "You can also get some experience points along the way."

The stone monster nodded, and after a few rumbling sounds, the snowballs on the ground exploded from below.

Music begins.

Su Yuanshuang stood behind the crowd, bowing her head and plucking the jade-stringed pipa.

"I never expected this..."

Viewers exclaimed, "These children, facing so many demonic cultivators, are still able to hold their own."

"only……"

After hesitating for a moment, someone spoke up: "Have you noticed that the number of demonic cultivators has never decreased?"

Those demonic cultivators who had been killed somehow managed to regroup.

Lin Wuwang was the first to notice these things.

The young man frowned instinctively, and wherever he went, a cloud of blood mist exploded.

Something's not right.

Lin Wuwang's expression was strange, and he whispered a reminder: "These demonic cultivators can be resurrected."

Actually, the word "resurrection" isn't entirely accurate.

The entire secret realm was created by the obsession of the Wuxiang Temple. Many people have already analyzed that this great battle was nothing more than a farewell to the past history, a memory, a dream, and ultimately nothingness.

"I see."

Yue Rou had a sudden inspiration and said, "We can hide in the refugee shelter."

Those refugee shelters were protected by Wuxiang Temple, and even when demonic cultivators descended, they did not suffer the slightest harm.

"Perhaps that's true." Lu Qiwu felt that his junior sister's analysis made sense.

only……

Not long ago, when the monks suggested that they could go directly into Wuxiang Temple, Lu Qiwu hesitated.

Now, he was once again caught in a dilemma, his brow furrowed as he began to ponder deeply.

"Senior Brother?" Qin Huan asked, "What are you thinking about?"

Lu Qiwu snapped out of his daze, frowned, and shook his head, saying, "I don't really want to go in."

In everyone's mind, Yue Rou's answer was correct.

The shelters for the displaced people were completely unharmed; once inside, they were guaranteed to be safe.

But Lu Qiwu didn't know how to describe this feeling...

He just didn't want to go in.

The young man, Fu Xiu, hesitated slightly before speaking again: "If any of you want to go in, then go in."

"I'll stay outside and see how things go!"

As the senior disciple, he has the right to protect the safety of his junior disciples.

The many talisman cultivators looked at each other in bewilderment; almost everyone on the field was deep in thought.

Someone raised their hand tremblingly: "I...I'll go in and try."

The disciple who raised his hand was an inner disciple of the Wind and Thunder Sect. It wasn't that he was cowardly; it was just that the young man had been injured in the battle and was barely able to continue.

Not wanting to cause trouble for Danxiu, he volunteered to test the waters himself.

Song Hemian nodded: "Okay, go ahead!"

The group tacitly protected him and formed an escort team between the temple and the disaster relief shelters, taking the somewhat frightened children to what they considered a safe place in advance.

The boy entered the refugee shelter, and a teleportation array instantly activated.

He was sent out in a daze.

"???"

Song Heming exclaimed in surprise, "Is this a teleportation array? Going in will send you out?"

Qi Heng asked, puzzled, "But don't we have teleportation tokens?"

He subconsciously looked down.

The teleportation token was still on his waist, but at some point, it had turned dusty and gray.

Yue Rou picked it up and examined it for a moment, then said, "I'm afraid the token is no longer usable."

At that moment, their only way out of the secret realm was this refugee shelter in front of them.

The demonic cultivators resurrected again and again, launching continuous attacks.

Even the most powerful person will eventually run out of spiritual energy, let alone the young people who are still in Wuxiang Temple and have never experienced war.

As time was gradually extended,

The walls of Wuxiang Temple were attacked a second time, collapsing on all sides and threatening complete destruction.

"What's this?"

Fang Lingshan frowned: "If we can't kill the demonic cultivators, are we left with no choice but to leave the secret realm?"

Lin Wuwang's longsword fell.

Looking at the dark, suffocating sky,

An hour passed.

Two hours passed.

A day has passed.

Three days have passed...

The group attacked with all their might, fighting desperately, but the grenades were clearly empty.

But all their attacks were nothing more than superficial wounds to those demonic cultivators.

Even Lin Wuwang felt a sense of powerless suffocation.

"What should we do?"

Some people were already considering giving up, whispering, "Or... let's leave too!"

He truly felt, "This secret realm... I'm afraid we can't get through it anymore."

Lu Qiwu turned around and saw that his fellow disciples who were cultivating talismans had all used up their talismans and could only draw talismans on the spot. They were also facing the desperate situation of exhausting their spiritual energy.

Shen Tingsong, along with several alchemy disciples, had almost used up their pills and began refining pills on the spot again.

Yunxi commented: "This secret realm is quite expensive."

Elixirs and runes are all single-use items, and their consumption is extremely high.

There are several sword cultivators with broken swords.

Some people gave up and chose to leave the disaster relief shelter first.

Some people, still clinging to a sliver of hope, borrowed a sword from Song Hemian.

With his hands empty, Song Hemian pitifully asked Ye Jin to lend him a sword.

"..."

Nightfall has quite a few swords.

but……

Qi Heng said, "No matter how long we fight, none of us can hold out."

But really...

Are we just going to give up like this?

Xie Mo frowned and shook his head. "Wuxiang Temple once experienced such a disaster."

Lu Qiwu felt the same way.

He thought, "If we quit, wouldn't all the tasks we've done before have been for nothing?"

If their speculation is correct, the previous missions were all about the redemption the secret realm longed for.

but now,

If they want to leave, they cannot redeem the secret realm.

"..."

All was quiet.

Bai Lai clenched her little fists, pouting with a wronged expression: "I don't want to have come all this way for nothing~"

The boy's thoughts were extremely simple.

Even though they are covered in wounds, they still want to struggle a little longer.

Song Hemian let out a long breath and laughed, "Then let's continue fighting!"

Song Hemian said, "You can ask Ye Jin for the Xuan Sword; he has plenty."

"!!!"

Nightfall rolled his eyes.

I never imagined that after being a bandit for so long, there would come a day when I would hand over all the loot I had stolen to the national treasury.

However, Ye Jin did not resist and obediently handed over one Song Heming's greatsword after another.

This was a long and exciting battle.

If one day truly comes,

The great path is obscured, and they too are trapped in a desperate situation, knowing full well that there is no way to save them.

By that time,

I believe there will be countless wounded youths who, despite their scars, will still be spirited and give it their all.

Again and again,

Going through fire and water without hesitation!