Medic Martial Dragon King

Chapter 2762: Chapter 2765: Little Youlan

A blood-red space, looking around, blood-colored mists fill the sky.

Underneath the blood-colored sky, in the center of the blood-red earth, a brilliant colorful light curtain divides the whole space in half, with a host of spectral figures charged with death Qi striving to break through that curtain.

Buzz, buzz, buzz!

Countless black arrows and beams of black light strike the light curtain, causing it to tremble violently.

The spectral figures with death Qi are arranged into several echelons. Closest to the curtain are massive figures holding shields, arrayed in almost ten layers, forming a line blocking before the curtain. Behind these shield bearers are rows of burly spectral figures holding longswords, followed by groups of robed figures wielding long bows and magic wands.

All these figures are ephemeral, with indistinct faces and vacant stares, seemingly devoid of any Spiritual Intelligence.

With each tremor of the curtain, brilliant colorful light bursts from within, shooting towards the shield-bearing spectral figures. When struck by the colorful light, the shield shatters instantly, and the figures behind crumble right away. Yet, after passing through several layers of shield bearers, the colorful light halts before those wielding longswords and slowly dissipates.

Once the shield bearers fade away, large vacant grounds appear before the curtain, and groups of shield bearers sprint from the rear formations to reoccupy the frontline, while those with bows and wands launch their assault anew, repeating the previous scene.

Above the swarms of spectral figures with death Qi, suspended every few distances is a spectral figure appearing slightly more solid, with eyes emitting feeble black light, seemingly vigilant of something.

Above this layer of figures, spread at even greater distances are other figures fully solidified, showing no aura at all, with clear and distinct appearances and forms.

The three-layered spectral figures form an endless black sea, with the top two layers on alert, and the bottom mechanically assaulting the light curtain.

Behind the light curtain, groups of blood-clad formations watch solemnly at the assaulting lineup across.

These are soldiers donning blood-colored armor, each formation composed of Void Refinement Realm cultivators, some with extremely pale faces, missing limbs, yet none having specks of mixed color in their eyes, all displaying resolute expressions, silently adjusting their breathing.

Above each formation, a figure in silver armor floats against the second-echelon spectral figures with death Qi opposite, while more figures in golden armor at the uppermost position gaze from afar against the topmost spectral figures with death Qi.

The whole space remains silent, with no words spoken, no chatter; outside the curtain is the onslaught, while within are vigilance and recuperation.

Less than a hundred miles behind this group of cultivators lies a giant camp occupying nearly a thousand miles, the camp’s structure resembling a city.

In the heart of the camp is a thousand-meter round area, thick with a Formation aura coverage.

Beside the Formation, a woman clad in silver armor stands quietly, eyes expectantly watching the enormous Formation.

"Don’t bother watching; unless the Extraterritorial Battlefield merges, we cannot go back!"

A man in golden armor approaches the woman, gently patting her shoulder.

"Father, when will this war end?"

The woman turns to the man, eyes revealing a trace of weariness.

The man’s eyes show a flicker of sympathy, lightly caressing the woman’s hair, softly saying, "Soon, the Extraterritorial Battlefield has already experienced turbulence, heard that the peripheral areas in several sections have collapsed to varying degrees, with several regions slowly converging. This suggests that the whole Extraterritorial Battlefield might merge into one. Once the merging completes, we can leave this place!"

"Ten years ago, you said the same to me!"

She softly replies, turning to continue watching the thousand-meter Formation.

This is a Teleportation Array, connecting to the Void Nether Realm on the other side, holding the hope for these guarding people.

Yet, this array has never been activated. Among those posted here, some have survived for a hundred thousand years, yet never witnessed the array’s activation!

If it weren’t for this array’s existence, these people would likely have collapsed long ago!

Here, only war prevails, ceaseless war; cultivation, battles, are the only things for people here to do.

Without cultivation, one is eliminated; the weak only serve as fodder; here the weakest enemy is the Initial Stage of Virtual Refinement Realm Extraterritorial Alien Race, while the guarding cultivators beyond eighteen must undergo a coming-of-age ritual.

Here the coming-of-age ritual means going to battle, killing at least one necro spirit of the Extraterritorial Alien Race.

At eighteen, one must slay an Initial Stage of Virtual Refinement Realm necro spirit, or cannot return to the rear!

Such conditions, placed in the Void Nether Realm, few could manage it; yet here, it’s just the most ordinary coming-of-age ritual!

Whoosh!

Suddenly, a gleam abruptly appears above the Teleportation Array.

Their expressions shift, gazing up at the sky.

Buzz, buzz, buzz!

Several faint and powerful auras sweep through from various parts of the city, yet they vanished swiftly.

The gleam dissipates, revealing two figures stepping out beside the Formation before the duo; it is Si Wenhao and Jiang Chen.

"Greetings, commander!"

"Salutations, commander!"

The golden-armored man bows while the silver-armored woman kneels on one knee.

"Stand up!"

Si Wenhao gently waves his hand, an invisible yet gentle Qi Force lifting the pair.

"Xiao Yulan, did you miss me?"

Si Wenhao playfully asks the silver-armored woman.

Jiang Chen, now slightly dazed, being pulled through space by Si Wenhao’s relentless tearing, making him rather uncomfortable with the spatial oscillations’ collision. Upon hearing Si Wenhao’s words, he shook his head hard to cast off the dizziness in his mind, fixing his gaze on the duo ahead.

The golden-armored man’s face is resolute, his stature towering, exuding an awe-inspiring aura of slaughter that terrifies those near.

The silver-armored woman is stunningly beautiful, with a slender figure, her shape perfectly revealed beneath the tight-fitting silver armor, her long hair tied behind, exhibiting an indescribable heroic zest.

Upon hearing Si Wenhao’s nearly teasing words, the woman glances at him coolly, ignoring him, instead showing interest towards Jiang Chen beside Si Wenhao.

"Xiao Yulan still holds her distinct personality."

Si Wenhao smiles lightly, glancing at the distant light curtain, slightly furrowing his brows.

Jiang Chen follows Si Wenhao’s gaze over, a look of astonishment emerging in his eyes.

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