The charming widow of the Marquis's mansion: The stable boy carries the flag and raises the dra

A team leader from the southern region suddenly stood up, his voice trembling.

"There are only two people from the Eastern Region! Even with those disciples, there are only a dozen or so people! How could they possibly deal over three hundred damage?!"

The leader of the Western Regions Serpent Bone Sect had a livid face. He stared intently at the Heaven-Slaying Mirror, his lips moving several times before he finally managed to squeeze out a sentence.

"They...hit their weak point?"

In the spectator area of ​​the Central Region, the elder of the Qian Yuan Sect in the dark gold robe suddenly stood up, his hands gripping the railing, his gaze fixed on the line of numbers still jumping on the Slaughtering Mirror.

"Impossible! Nearly a hundred people from the Central Region combined only managed to deal a few dozen points of damage, how could a dozen people from the Eastern Region possibly deal over three hundred?!"

His voice was sharp and almost out of control, and he could no longer maintain his previous composure.

The leader of the Tianlan Sect also stood up, squinted at the Slaughtering Mirror, and whispered after a moment.

"They hit the same spot at the same moment, so the damage was stacked."

An elder from the Kunyin Sect chimed in.

"Not only that, the timing of the dozen or so people from the Eastern Region was extremely precise, with almost no waste of spiritual energy. Such a level of synchronization... even the well-coordinated holy sons and daughters from the Central Region would find it difficult to achieve."

The numbers on the Heavenly Mirror finally came to a slow stop.

"387".

Current damage to the Eastern Region: 387.

At this time, the damage numbers for the Northern Region were "31", the Southern Region was "26", the Western Region was "42", and the Central Region was the highest, but only "287".

The Eastern Region, number one.

On the Sendai, everything completely exploded.

"Number one in the Eastern Region?! The Eastern Region is actually number one?!"

"A dozen or so people dealt over 300 damage, which is more than the combined damage of nearly a hundred people from the Central Region?!"

"That Wang Long... how did he do that?!"

"His sword strike just now seemed to have hit a gap in the deer's belly scales, a brief opening created when the deer-shaped clone's scales vibrated and circulated!"

"How could he have known that the flaw would appear at that exact moment? That's outrageous!"

In the Eastern Region spectator area, several team leaders had already stood up. Some clenched their fists, some had red eyes, and some had their lips moving as if they wanted to say something but could not make a sound.

Song Tiange stood at the front of the crowd, his gaze fixed on the Heaven-Slaying Mirror. His expression remained calm, but the fingers that had been behind his back had quietly loosened, and his fingertips trembled slightly.

Beside him, Ye Wushuang's gaze also fell on the Heaven-Slaying Mirror. His cold face was expressionless, but deep in his eyes, a very faint light, like an undercurrent beneath ice, was slowly surging.

She didn't speak, but simply turned her head slightly and glanced at Song Tiange.

Song Tiange also happened to turn her head to look at her.

The two looked at each other for a moment, neither of them speaking, but Ye Wushuang saw a rare, almost relieved light in Song Tiange's eyes.

That light was like someone who had carried a burden for hundreds of years finally seeing the hope of being able to unload it.

At this moment, on that gray-white plain in the Eastern Region, Wang Long slowly sheathed his sword and exhaled a breath of turbid air.

Fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, and his left shoulder felt slightly heavy; the sword strike had almost drained nearly thirty percent of his spiritual energy reserves. Ye Niannu stood beside him, her breathing a little faster than usual, and the light on her emerald longsword was slightly dimmer than before.

Little Fairy floated up from his shoulder, her little face showing some fatigue, but she still spoke with a smile.

"Master, I've synchronized your spiritual power. Now all the attacks from everyone in the Eastern Region are hitting the same point, and the damage is stacked."

Wang Long nodded and gently rubbed the top of her head.

"Thanks for your hard work."

Little Chirp folded its wings and fell from the sky, transforming back into a ball of golden fluff. It nestled into Wang Long's arms and let out a soft, sweet "Chirp," as if it were asking for praise.

Zhou Yanzhi stood a few steps away, his whole body still trembling slightly. He looked down at his completely broken spirit sword, but a big smile appeared on his lips.

"King Shengzi...we...we dealt damage?"

"Um."

Wang Long nodded, his gaze sweeping over the tired yet excited faces of the people from the Eastern Region.

"We are in the lead for now in this round."

But his gaze quickly fell on the Heaven-Slaying Mirror.

The damage numbers in the central region are climbing at a steady pace.

「287」变成了「312」，「312」变成了「341」，「341」变成了「376」……

Nearly a hundred cultivators from the Central Region are launching continuous attacks on the Haotian Divine Deer's clone with increasingly seamless teamwork.

Zhao Heng's blade, Wang Qingyan's sword, Ling Feng's speed, and Yin Jiuyou's hidden stabs—every attack sought out a gap in the deer-shaped clone's trembling scales.

Although not as precise as Wang Long's attack, it had the advantage of a large number of people and a very high attack frequency.

The position of "Number One in the Eastern Region" is being eroded little by little.

On the viewing platform, the murmurs that had just been shocked by the damage done to the Eastern Region gradually subsided, replaced by a more complex silence.

Someone whispered something.

"Although the Eastern Region launched a burst of attacks, it ultimately only had two people. The Central Region had nearly a hundred people continuously outputting damage, and it was only a matter of time before it surpassed the Eastern Region."

"Yes, that burst of power from the Eastern Region was indeed impressive, but what happened afterward? Their spiritual energy consumption was too great; how much damage can they deal afterward?"

"The Central Region is only just getting into the rhythm. Once their coordination improves, the damage will be even higher."

On the Heavenly Slaughter Mirror, the numbers for the Central Region continued to climb.

"376" became "402".

First in the Central Region.

The Eastern Region has fallen to second place.

Immediately afterwards, the numbers in the Southern and Western Regions also began to jump faster.

The Southern Region seems to have also found some patterns in the gaps between the scales of the deer-shaped clones. The damage numbers jumped from "26" to "58", and then from "58" to "97".

The damage numbers in the Western Regions are also climbing, from "42" to "78", and from "78" to "124".

Although the Northern Region is growing slightly slower, it is still growing slowly, jumping from "31" to "52".

On the platform, someone let out a long breath, as if finally recovering from the shock just now.

"As expected, the numerical advantage is still there. No matter how strong the Eastern Region is, there are only two of them. After their initial burst of power, there was no follow-up."

"The Central Region is first, the Western Region is second, the Southern Region is third, the Northern Region is fourth, and the Eastern Region is currently ranked behind the Central Region. However, once the damage in the Southern Region and the Western Region increases again, the Eastern Region may drop to fourth."

"It's already quite remarkable that the Eastern Region was able to unleash that burst of power, but the overall selection is ultimately about comprehensive strength, and two people alone cannot make it to the end."

In the Eastern Region spectator area, the expressions of several team leaders changed from excitement to seriousness again. Some clenched their fists, while others sighed softly.

Song Tiange stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze still fixed on the Heaven-Slaying Mirror, his expression calm as ever.

Beside him, Ye Wushuang's gaze also fell on the Heaven-Slaying Mirror. Her cold face showed little emotion, but the fingers she held in her sleeve tightened slightly.

She didn't turn around, but spoke softly, as if talking to herself.

"His ability to unleash that burst of power shows that he has found the weakness of the deer clone. As long as there is a weakness, there is still a chance."

Song Tiange turned his head to look at her, remained silent for a moment, and then slowly spoke.

"Yes, but the Central Region has more people, so they can take turns attacking and continuously wear down the enemy, while the Eastern Region..."