Immortal Space

On a huge plain, countless monster races crowded together, forming a large black area, with no edge to be seen at all.

These monster clans are crowded together, although they dare not fight because of the coercion of high-level monsters, but the roar of the beasts has never stopped.

"You stepped on my tail! Hoho!"

"Hey! Your horns are touching my thighs!"

"Your snot dripped on me! Roar!"

"Wow! You peed on me!"

"..."

For all these, there were constant quarrels among the herd.

And at this moment, a black line appeared on the horizon in the distance, and it was quickly pressing towards this plain full of monsters.

Several beast roars came from the sky above the plain, and the sound spread throughout the entire plain. When all the monsters heard the beast roars, they all shook their heads and rushed towards the black line ahead.

During the galloping beasts, occasionally one or two monsters would fall down due to various reasons, however, this could not stop the advance of the beast tide.

The fallen monsters were trampled by the monsters behind them again and again, and finally turned into pulp and stuck to the soles of countless monsters.

The monster rushing at the front could already clearly see rows of human monks in front of them, wearing battle armor and holding various weapons, charging towards them with sharp blades.

These monsters instinctively felt the great danger from these human races. However, under the crowd of countless monsters behind them, they had no way to retreat and could only be pushed forward.

At the same time, from the flying boat in the sky, there were already countless magical rays of light shooting out, which exploded among the monster beasts, and immediately thinned out the beasts in front of them.

The lingering prestige of the spell hadn't dissipated, and countless flying swords and short spears shot out from the flying boat, making the herd of beasts in the vanguard even more sparse.

At this moment, countless flying monsters took off and surrounded the flying boat in the sky, making the flying boat no longer have the power to attack the ground monsters.

After eliminating the air threat, the monsters on the ground were crowded and rushed forward again.

In front of them is a row of third-tier warriors, wearing heavy armor and holding a big knife. Dealing with these low-level monsters is naturally like cutting grass.

All monsters that approached were cut in half or split in half, none of them were complete.

A few monsters who were lucky enough not to be killed slipped through the gap between the first row of monks.

Behind the third-tier fighters in the first row, there are more densely arranged second-tier fighters. They all hold long spears and form a formation to assassinate the few monsters that slipped in front of them.

The monsters rushing forward were beheaded batch after batch, while the monsters behind were replenished endlessly, and the front of the battle line was soon full of corpses.

The corpses piled up into a hill, so many that it hindered the battle between the two sides. At this time, the third-tier warriors in the front row all stood on the pile of corpses and continued to wield their broadswords.

For these low-level monsters, what stands in front of them is like a demon god, giving them no chance of defeating them.

Although these low-level monsters have low spiritual intelligence, they also know that they are afraid of death.

However, under the coercion of the monsters behind them, they didn't have any chance to resist at all. They could only watch helplessly as they were sent to the opponent's knife and then cut open with a single knife.

Countless monsters rolled forward like waves, and then turned into a rain of blood.

The monster clan has a lot of cannon fodder, facing the endless group of monster beasts, even if they are tired, they can exhaust the high-ranking monks to death.

The battle continued like this, and after one day, the human monks finally got tired of fighting against the inexhaustible group of monsters.

Even killing a group of pigs that will not resist, killing them continuously for a day and a night will make people exhausted.

At this time, under the feet of the Tier 3 martial artist, corpses piled up several feet high, and every time he cut them out, he was no longer as unstoppable as before.

Occasionally, some low-level monsters would bully them and attack them.

Several third-tier warriors were also drowned by countless low-level monsters, but fortunately, the Nascent Soul cultivator who was patrolling the battlefield rescued them.

But the side of monsters and beasts still seems to be endless, continuing to come like a tide.

The battle in the sky is also gradually suppressed by the demon clan. The flying of the flying boat, the opening of the defensive cover, and the spiritual cannon all need to consume spirit stones.

Although they had prepared a large number of spirit stones in advance, after a day and night of intense consumption, there were not many spirit stones left in the flying boat, and the bombardment of the spirit energy cannon had already stopped.

The remaining spirit stones are only used to maintain the operation of the airship.

As for the cultivators on the flying boat, the spiritual power in their bodies had already been exhausted in repeated attacks, and the medium-grade spirit stones and spirit wine used to replenish the spiritual power on the flying boat had also bottomed out at this moment.

In this battle, the human race gathered all the elites, but in the end they were no match for the huge number of the monster race.

"Zhang Daoyou, if we continue to fight, I'm afraid we will suffer a big loss."

A Nascent Soul cultivator from the Southern Territory said anxiously at this time, the cultivators on the battlefield are their entire family property.

"Yeah! Zhang Daoyou quickly think of a way!"

"How about, let's retreat first, and it won't be too late to fight when we have enough energy?"

"Now that the two sides are fighting together, if they retreat directly, they may be killed by the monster clan from behind, and the loss will not be small."

"Yeah, even if we retreat now, we have to sacrifice a team to cover in the rear."

All the Nascent Soul cultivators are anxious now, but they can't think of any effective way to deal with it.

Zhang Chunfeng pondered for a while, and then slowly said: "Everyone wait a moment, I will ask His Majesty for instructions!"

In this war, Wang Hong gave all the power to his subordinates to make the decisions, but the decisions he made now have too much to do with it.

Zhang Chunfeng still planned to ask Wang Hong for instructions, so that he would have confidence in his heart.

Zhang Chunfeng flew to a large flying boat in the rear, and Wang Hong was inside, observing the changes in the battle situation.

"Your Majesty! The army plans to retreat temporarily, so I'm here to ask you for instructions."

Wang Hong was brewing a pot of spiritual tea behind a table.

"Sit down and drink a cup of tea to calm down. I saw that the battle can last at least an hour without defeat."

Although Zhang Chunfeng was also very anxious, he still sat next to the table after hearing the words, took a cup of tea, and drank it down in one gulp.

A cup of green tea poured into his stomach, which made his dry throat feel cool for a while.

At the same time, this cool feeling spreads from the abdomen to the whole body, the exhaustion on the body is swept away, and the mind is enlightened, and the spirit is peaceful and peaceful.

Seeing that his expression was calm and relaxed, Wang Hong asked, "Do you know the reason for this failure?"

Hearing Wang Hong's question, Zhang Chunfeng fell into deep thought. He knew that Wang Hong didn't want to pursue responsibility, but wanted him to learn to sum up the failure experience.

After thinking for a while, he said: "The biggest mistake I made in commanding the battle this time was that I didn't give full play to my own strengths, but used my own weaknesses to counter the other's strengths."