170: misfortune

Batch after batch of foreign race Powerhouse furiously assaulted the city walls. This battle had already lasted for about two days, and the foreign race army clearly showed signs of fatigue, then slowly retreated.

Just as everything was about to settle, a pitch-black giant hand suddenly appeared in the sky, grabbing forcefully at the defenders on the city wall.

The various Great Emperor Realm Experts and Quasi-Emperor Experts reacted quickly, wanting to help, but they were blocked by another powerful aura. Outside the city, there seemed to be many covetous Great Emperor Realm Experts.

The black giant hand immediately snatched many Cultivator from the city wall, numbering tens of thousands.

Zhang Hai and Little Fatty Bai were among them.

"Oh my goodness!"

Little Fatty Bai tried his best but couldn't resist the suction. He could only try to not fly too far away. The giant hand didn't carry any offensive power; it only exerted immense suction, wanting to pull the Cultivator off the city wall, nothing more.

Several sections of the city wall were affected by this.

Little Fatty Bai twisted his body, wanting to cry, trying to land quickly and grab the ground, so he wouldn't continue drifting towards the foreign race.

Those with slightly weaker Cultivation flew very fast, directly landing in the foreign race camp, and screams of agony instantly erupted.

Little Fatty Bai didn't want to follow in their footsteps, continuously tearing open various talisman, trying to slow down his flying speed.

"Hmph, kill him!"

A foreign race Powerhouse roared loudly, pointing at Little Fatty Bai, who was flying erratically in the crowd.

A large number of foreign race Powerhouse began to move, heading in his direction.

"Senior Brother, help!"

Little Fatty Bai cried out as he scrambled towards Zhang Hai, who was falling not far from him.

"Senior Brother, save me!"

After the two met, they fought their way back towards the city wall.

A large number of Powerhouse had already surrounded them.

"This guy keeps causing us trouble, refining batch after batch of Medicinal Pill, which renders some of our powerful methods useless!"

A foreign race Powerhouse spat fiercely on the ground. Previously, their losses when attacking the city wall wouldn't have been this great. Recently, the Powerhouse they faced all carried strange Medicinal Pill.

These Medicinal Pill seemed to have no other purpose than to resist their abilities.

For example, a race that specialized in creating illusions would release an illusion, only for it to be instantly disrupted, rendering their illusions completely ineffective.

It was only after their spies had investigated in the city for a long time that they learned someone had started refining large quantities of Medicinal Pill for the army.

This made their siege incredibly difficult.

Even in all the years before, they had never encountered such a phenomenon.

After a series of underhanded maneuvers, a portrait was circulated, and the person depicted was none other than Little Fatty Bai.

The foreign race's only objective in this attack was to observe which section of the city wall this fellow was on. Soon, they discovered the boy's location.

Then, they directly ordered a foreign race Grandmaster to use a terrifying Divine Ability to forcibly drag the opponent off the city wall.

Now was a good opportunity to kill him.

Just as the foreign race Great Emperor Realm Experts were about to make a move, they suddenly felt themselves locked onto by terrifying auras. The source of these auras was none other than the Human Race Grandmasters.

Both sides had always prevented Great Emperor Realm Experts from making a move, because Great Emperor Realm Experts were extremely vulnerable when attacking and could easily be ambushed.

If one's Realm was lower than the Great Emperor Realm, even a full-power strike wouldn't cause much damage to a Great Emperor. But if a Great Emperor made a move, it would be different.

Some desperate individuals had originally planned to forcibly attack and kill Little Fatty Bai, but upon remembering the three Peak Great Emperor Realm Experts who had gone mad earlier, they quietly withdrew their hands.

For them, a troublesome Nirvana Realm Cultivator was not worth sacrificing their lives for.

Indeed, just as they had anticipated, Lin Tianxuan was hidden in the shadows. If any Great Emperor Realm Expert dared to make a move, he would chop off their hand.

Li Haotian quietly watched the scene below from the city wall, not choosing to rush out to support them immediately.

This was a rare opportunity for tempering, a precious chance for both Little Fatty Bai and Zhang Hai.

The two joined forces and directly carved out a bloody path. Seeing hope here, the other Cultivator immediately rushed over. They were also deeply surrounded, but only these two managed to hold up a whole sky.

Little Fatty Bai rode Wangcai, with an Iron Pot in his left hand and a Spatula in his right, charging forward, completely unhindered.

Any foreign race members in front of the man and dog who could block Wangcai's charge would suffer a heavy blow from the iron Spatula.

If they wanted to counterattack, they had to find a way to break this Earth Rank purple-grade Iron Pot, otherwise, they couldn't harm the man and dog hiding behind it.

"Damn it!"

Zhang Hai roared, swung his fist, and smashed it directly at a Saint's head. The opponent's skull instantly shattered.

The other Saint felt their scalps tingle at the sight and dared not advance.

A Xiantai Realm Powerhouse originally wanted to show off, but was beaten senseless by Zhang Hai's Mad Dog Fist.

[Detected Host's address, reward for killing all directions: Fist Technique 'Mad Dog Fist']

Li Haotian was stunned for a moment, and a vast amount of knowledge and memories flooded into his mind. His Physical Body also became more solid at this moment.

A man wearing glasses, holding scissors, and dressed in a T-shirt and work pants attacked him rapidly, deeply imprinted in his memory.

Afterward, a Mad Dog Fist Cultivation Technique appeared in his backpack. Li Haotian knew without thinking that this fist technique was prepared by the System for Zhang Hai.

The battle below grew more intense. Their initial team of two gradually expanded to a hundred people.

Relying on their advantage and battle formations, everyone slowly approached the city wall.

Just as they were about to reach the foot of the city wall, several Quasi-Emperor Expert finally couldn't sit still.

Dozens of Quasi-Emperor attacked simultaneously. Zhang Hai reacted extremely quickly, immediately summoning Godzilla. The opponent didn't even have time to unleash its Quantum Breath before being annihilated by a large number of Powerhouse.

Zhang Hai's face also turned pale. He might have had a chance against one Quasi-Emperor Expert, but with so many, he had no way.

The people inside the city suddenly panicked, and countless Cultivator on the city wall worried about their commander's situation.

Li Haotian sneered, taking a light step forward with his Long Sword in hand.

"You have crossed the line."

A terrifying aura erupted from him, accompanied by overwhelming pressure.

At this moment, his pupils were blood-red, looking like congealed blood.