Chapter 1793: A Unified Front, My Lonely Path (3)
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“Smack! ”
A saber beam slashed down, shattering the ground beneath him.
He Yangsun gripped his longsword with a fierce expression, his eyes gleaming with murderous intent.
“Senior Brother, should we kill him?” He Yangsun looked at the fortifications.
Outside the fortifications, everyone was stunned.
What’s going on?
Feng Jiutian, seemingly invincible, couldn’t withstand a single blow from their captain.
He Yang, the epitome of excellence, now seemed to defer to their captain.
This script doesn’t seem right…
“He Yang, I’m giving Senior Brother face.” Feng Jiutian snorted and turned to look at the fortifications.
“Senior Brother, what did I do wrong? Tell me clearly.
“Even if I die, I want to die in peace.”
His words were very straightforward.
However, these words confused everyone outside the fortifications.
Feng Jiutian, who was so powerful, didn’t even have the courage to fight their captain with all his might.
“Gather all the trial disciples. With this place as the center, all the refiners will refine battle puppets that can at least withstand a Saint-level attack.”
“Feng Jiutian, you will understand at the next beast tide.
“Maybe you’ll be the first to die.”
Han Muye’s voice sounded from the fortifications.
He Yang turned around and left.
Feng Jiutian’s expression changed. He nodded and said, “l understand.’
He wasn’t stupid.
Something must have gone wrong with the beast tide.
Outside the fortifications, trial disciples were continuously gathered.
As He Yang made his move, his level nine battle puppet and armor swept through and no one could stop him.
His displayed power was chilling.
Nalan Moran instructed all the disciples he had gathered to begin refining various battle puppets and mining the surrounding spiritual mines.
Having grown up in a prominent family, he was well-versed in such matters.
Feng Jiutian led more than a hundred refiners and stood in front of Han Muye. “What we need to do is refine battle puppets that can resist sage-level beasts.” Han Muye’s words made the expressions of all the refiner disciples change.
“Senior Brother Han, we’re only at level six or seven. How could we possibly—” Before a disciple could finish, Han Muye cut in sharply, “Then you’ll perish.”
Perish!
Failure to forge a sage-level resistant battle puppet meant death!
Everyone shuddered.
Feng Jiutian narrowed his eyes. “Senior Brother means that the next wave of beasts will include Sage Realm experts, possibly many. “So you gathered us here to save everyone,” he concluded.
Everyone in the trial was present.
Melt their own battle puppet and battle armor!
How could that be!
That was their life; how could they melt it!
The armor and puppet masters nearby were alarmed.
“I’ll entrust my battle puppet and armor to Senior Brother.”
He Yangsun’s voice rang out.
A level nine battle armor, two level nine battle puppets, three level eight battle puppets, two level eight battle armors, five level seven battle armors, and five level seven battle puppets all landed in front of the disciples.
Just these were worth millions of origin coins.
Others constantly upgraded their equipment, slowly leveling up.
Who else had so many battle puppets and armors?
This person’s wealth seemed to rival that of most present.
Even Feng Jiutian looked at He Yangsun in surprise.
This guy seemed wealthier than himself.
He, the Young City Lord of Fengge City, was outmatched.
“I’ll also hand over my battle armor,” he declared.
“And I have a sage-level battle armor and the core of a sage-level battle puppet. ”
Feng Jiutian raised his voice, unffilling to be outdone in presence..