There is a profoundly classic question:
If killing one person can save ten thousand others, would you choose to kill or not to kill?
Weng Ling felt that she was currently in such a predicament.
She is not a Valkyrie capable of facing ten thousand foes alone; she is human, and she too can grow weary. If not for the convenience afforded by the length of her weapon, she might not have endured until now.
To avoid being surrounded by this swarm of densely packed goblins, her only recourse is to continually break through!
Every strike requires full exertion, every step must be taken with caution. Any lapse, and she faces the imminent threat of being torn apart. Weng Ling's strength is rapidly depleting, leaving her with little time for contemplation.
Casting a glance at Night Three weaving through the goblins with perilous agility and surveying the goblins surging towards her like a tide, Weng Ling gritted her teeth.
"I'll hold them off for you. Finish the battle swiftly!"
Night Three turned back skeptically.
Hold them off?
What was she going to hold off?
These hundreds of goblin warriors?
But what could she use to hold them off?
Soon, he got his answer. Weng Ling spun the black hammer in a circle, clearing a space, and then picked up a broken blade from the ground. Swiftly, she made a deep cut in her right palm. Before the crimson blood could flow, she pressed her palm into the filthy ground.
"Holy light... Shield of Return!"
As Weng Ling forcefully grasped her right hand, a wall of light suddenly burst forth behind Night Three, extending over thirty meters. Goblins standing within the light wall were instantly cleaved in half. More terrifyingly, the light wall began to move slowly, gradually advancing toward Weng Ling.
A goblin, incredulous, tried to strike the light wall, only to find that its blade passed through as if cutting through air. Stumbling, it fell into the wall, and with a hiss, its body was gradually melted away!
But it didn't end there. Weng Ling slashed her left palm again, summoning another light wall, blocking the goblins behind Night Three.
Weng Ling swayed, her lips pale, covered in cold sweat as she glanced at Night Three, biting her lip. She took a deep breath, then, holding the hammer, stood up again.
The rest was up to that guy.
"Come on!"
Night Three watched as Weng Ling, with faltering steps, wielded the hammer to slaughter the goblins. He sighed.
"Why bother..."
"I just went to give it a try, and if I couldn't beat them, I'd run away. But with you here, it's complicated!"
It must be said that Old Gu's Wind Riding Steps were indeed at the level of a Sword Saint's skill. It was exceptionally suitable for chaotic battles, allowing Night Three to navigate the goblins like an agile eel, always finding a quick path through.
Frankly speaking, as long as he didn't stop to attack, these ordinary goblin warriors had difficulty keeping him in place.
Similarly, he knew that Weng Ling, if she wanted to, could definitely escape. However, the two light shields she summoned, aside from exhausting herself, seemed to serve little purpose.
Night Three shook his head, but his movements quickened involuntarily.
There were few goblins left in front of him. He easily twisted his way through, and what lay ahead was the sight of Iron Axe team members tormented by a goblin centurion.
A hideous goblin with half its nose missing brandished a machete, ruthlessly slamming it on the battered Iron Axe. The black armor of Iron Axe, already shattered, now covered in blood, made for a terrifying spectacle. The goblin's crude laughter echoed.
"Hahaha, Broken Nose, did you exert too much force last night? Can't even bring down a human after half a day, hahaha!"
"Yeah, that's right. Why cut his shoulders? Trim his buttocks! Right! Another cut, and I bet this man won't stand up again!"
"I bet on the next cut!"
"I bet too, Broken Nose, don't use the blade edge. I'm watching!"
The goblin centurion, considered the elite force among goblins, was the title given to those who could single-handedly defeat more than ten goblin sergeants and command over a hundred goblin warriors and three hundred goblin laborers.
For those accustomed to flattery within their tribe, the pleasure derived from toying with and slaughtering humans brought the most delightful stimulation.
Now that five adventurers had fallen into their hands, they could not be killed so quickly.
And Iron Axe, living up to their expectations, once again stood up, groaning in agony. His legs were broken, his arms were shattered, and even the flesh on his shoulders had been carved away. Yet, he rose time and time again, buying a few more seconds for his fallen teammates.
"I'll fight you all!"
Wind Demon suddenly tore off the bandages on his hands, drew his twin blades, and rushed toward the goblin centurion tormenting Iron Axe.
"No! Go back!"
Iron Axe caught sight of the bloodthirsty gleam in the eyes of the centurion in front of him, his face turning pale as he shouted.
But Wind Demon had already rushed forward. The centurion deftly evaded his swings and, with a few quick slashes, severed Wind Demon's arms and legs!
"Wind Demon!"
Iron Axe threw himself forward, using his back to block the blade aimed at Wind Demon's head. The strike went deep, the back of the blade even penetrating his muscles.
"Captain! Captain!"
Baozi Meimei cried out in tears. This was the thirty-seventh time Iron Axe stood up!
His legs were broken, his arms were shattered, even his shoulder had been carved out. Yet, he rose again and again, buying a few more seconds for his fallen comrades.
"I'll fight you all!"
Suddenly, Wind Demon removed the bandages from his hands, unsheathed his twin blades, and charged at the goblin centurion tormenting Iron Axe.
"No! Go back!"
Iron Axe saw the bloodthirsty gaze of the centurion, his face turning pale as he shouted.
But Wind Demon had already charged ahead. The centurion skillfully dodged his attacks, swiftly cutting off Wind Demon's arms and legs!
"Wind Demon!"
Iron Axe threw himself forward, using his back to block the blade aimed at Wind Demon's head. The strike went deep, the back of the blade even penetrating his muscles.
"Captain! Captain!"
"Stop talking, let me help you stop the bleeding!"
Tie Ax groped around his body in a panic, but for a long time he couldn't find any clean cloth to bandage it.
"No, no need... I have something else to say to you..." Feng Mo's voice became weaker and weaker due to heavy bleeding.
"You say, you say, I listen!" Tie Ax opened his eyes wide, and drops of hot tears fell on Feng Mo's chest.
"The ax...isn't suitable for you, try the knife..."
Feng Mo turned his head and looked at his broken arm lying aside. He lowered his head and his eyes gradually lost their light...
"Hmph! You are overestimating your abilities!"
The goblin who killed the wind demon laughed and was about to pull out the machete from the iron axe, but his expression changed.
This knife...
Why can't it be drawn out?
"You guys, really..."
"It pissed me off!"
The iron ax suddenly let out a beast howl. After placing the wind demon's body on the ground, he suddenly grabbed his two swords and slashed with his backhand. The centurion, who was still depressed about why the sword could not be drawn out, panicked and was about to Abandoning the knife and leaping back, he felt his arms go cold, and his arms flew into the air with two pops.
"Ah! Kill him, kill him!"
The Centurion, whose arm was broken off, was shocked and angry, and shouted at his teammates behind him, but with just a glance, its face turned pale.
Their eyes...
It's like looking at a dead person!