Chapter 60: Dead for Sure?

Haste makes waste; he was well aware of this truth. Moreover, the enemy was clearly on the verge of collapsing, but because they had continuously consumed medicinal pills, their current condition remained quite favorable. As long as the enemy lost their means of attack, they would undoubtedly become fish on a chopping block, entirely at their mercy!

"Why don't you let me go and test the waters?" One of the Core Formation stage cultivators remained reluctant, the frustration driving him nearly mad. Even if it meant risking injury, he had to give the enemy a taste of their own medicine.

"What is the rush? I said, follow my orders!" Dai Xiao barked angrily. "Doing that might play right into the enemy's hands. Even if we send out only you alone, the strength of the formation will plummet drastically!" He had no desire to see any of his disciples injured after wasting so many pills. Although these pills were a tremendously valuable asset to their Yangsheng Sect, he weighed their worth carefully against the lives of his disciples. Besides, the White Sword Sect appeared to be exceedingly wealthy; otherwise, they could never have cultivated so many Foundation Establishment cultivators. Once they conquered them, everything would be worth it!

Hearing this, the disciples had no choice but to hold their ground and persist.

Meanwhile, a rather bizarre scene had unfolded. Although the White Sword Sect members were pulling their triggers slower and slower, their opponents remained rooted to the spot like unmoving mountains, showing no intention of charging out directly. Yet even so, Peng Shan and the others wore increasingly grim expressions.

Peng Shan pulled the trigger once more, then stole a glance behind him. The bullets inside the crate had been completely exhausted, leaving only pre-loaded magazines. A quick scan revealed that only eleven remained, which could at best support one final round!

"Junior Sister! We are running out!" Peng Shan's face turned ashen, his voice squeezed out from the depths of his throat.

Even Peng Hai asked anxiously, "Where is the Sect Master? Has he still not returned?"

Right now, Liang Chuan was their pillar of strength. As long as he was present, they would feel no fear even if they had to fight to the death. But precisely at this moment, Liang Chuan's whereabouts were unknown, leaving only these disciples to struggle bitterly on their own.

"The Sect Master will be here soon. Before he arrives, we must hold on!" Liu Ruyan had no idea what Liang Chuan had gone to do, but at this moment, she could only offer the others a reassuring promise. If they did not hold on, nothing awaited them but a dead end.

Hearing this, the disciples of the first team could only heave silent sighs, resigning themselves to following Liu Ruyan's instructions. As for the Qi Condensation disciples, witnessing this scene, their hearts had long since turned to ashes. They gripped their long swords with trembling hands, silently praying that their deaths would not be too painful. By now, they could already envision the scene of the Yangsheng Sect slaughtering them mercilessly.

Click, click, click...

As a clicking sound came from one person's handgun, the others emitted the same sounds in succession. They knew very well that the bullets had run out.

"They've stopped!" Noticing this development, the disciples of the Yangsheng Sect let out excited shouts!

"Hahaha, they actually dared to cause us such frustration! Now that they've lost that magical artifact, just wait for death!"

"I'd really like to see how that magical artifact of theirs managed to unleash such uninterrupted attacks!"

"Senior Brother, can we dismantle the formation and launch a counterattack now?"

The Yangsheng Sect disciples gripped their long swords tightly, staring at the White Sword Sect disciples with bloodthirsty eyes like a pack of starving wolves. After all, they had never suffered such a heavy loss before, and now they could finally vent their pent-up fury.

Faced with the murderous gazes of the Yangsheng Sect, the members of the White Sword Sect could only secretly bite their teeth in despair. It was unclear who suddenly blurted out, "Why hasn't the Sect Master come yet? Could it be that he has abandoned us?"

This sentence was like a needle; although no one wanted to believe it, it planted itself firmly in everyone's hearts. By now, even their proudest magical artifact was useless against the Yangsheng Sect, meaning that even if the Sect Master were here, it would be difficult for him to handle them. After all, although the Sect Master was merely in the Core Formation stage, the enemy had four Core Formation experts, all of whom were at the late Core Formation stage—something the Sect Master alone could never hope to contend with.

"Could the Sect Master have truly left? Has he abandoned us?"

"That makes sense. The Sect Master must have foreseen the outcome just now, which is why he left in advance!"

"I suppose all those resources have been taken away by the Sect Master, and we are the only ones left behind to rot!"

An oppressive atmosphere spread rapidly through the crowd.

"Shut your mouths, all of you! Senior Brother would never abandon us!" Although her face was pale, Liu Ruyan rebuked them angrily. She refused to believe that the Senior Brother who had treated her with such gentleness would ever forsake them. Yet at this very moment, those words appeared so utterly feeble.

Just then, Peng Shan cursed bitterly, "Even if the Sect Master left, so what? Without him, you would all be dead already! And you would never have reached the Foundation Establishment stage before dying!"

This sudden outburst of scolding jolted the previously despondent crowd back to their senses. It was true. If Liang Chuan had not stepped forward back then, the Blood Moon Sect would have swallowed them whole long ago. Even if they had survived, they would inevitably have been reduced to mere slaves, forced to toil day and night.

Yet Liang Chuan's appearance had lifted them out of that plight. Not only had they now obtained sufficient resources to step into the Foundation Establishment stage—something they never would have dared to dream of in their lifetimes—but they were also provided with massive amounts of resources every single day for their cultivation!

"Damn it all! Even if the Sect Master left, he had every right to!"

"That's right! If the Sect Master is alive, then our holding on has meaning!"

"Even if I die, I'll help the Sect Master buy time! A dead man faces the sky, and living brings ten thousand years of chances! Let's fight to the death!"

At this exact moment, an aura of mortal defiance emanated from the crowd. They understood very well that at this juncture, they either surrendered or died standing. They had already endured such desperate times before; what could this possibly compare to?

Meanwhile, Huang He, holding a long sword, wore a bitter smile as he looked at the shifting atmosphere. "So be it. This is truly a fine sect; it won't be a bad trade to die alongside it!" Having played the role of the underling for so long, now that he could finally stand tall, he refused to kneel down under any circumstances. Since things had come to this, he would simply perish together with the sect!

At that moment, Dai Xiao dismantled the formation, stepped out to survey the crowd, and sneered, "Since your Sect Master has already fled, why don't you all join our Yangsheng Sect instead?" Most of them were Foundation Establishment cultivators, after all; employing them as servants would still bring some prestige.

No one spoke. Instead, they all stared at him with cold eyes.

Peng Shan spat a mouthful of phlegm onto the ground. "Pleh! You little bastard, wait for your next life!"

Hearing this, Dai Xiao flew into a rage! "Attack, all of you! Leave none alive!"

Just as the battle was about to erupt on a hair-trigger!

Boom!

Suddenly, a thunderous roar echoed through the air!