Yan Xifeng and others were worried about one thing.

The Guardian's reserve force is not as strong as that of the Solipsistic Orthodox Church. Once this door is opened, it will prove that all the Feng family disciples inside are dead and the enemy has occupied it. How many people can be filled in from the outside?

What's more, we have just completed the recovery of three other secret realms, and the sacrifices have been heavy enough!

They are all geniuses from major families!

Time passed little by little.

I don’t know what’s going on over there, because here you can’t even hear the slightest sound!

Not in the same world at all!

Everyone only knows one thing: once everyone inside is dead, the door for counterattack will be opened from here.

And when the time comes, the first things to float out are countless ice coffins and countless corpses!

One hour, two hours, seven hours... ten hours passed.

The door didn't open.

But everyone's hearts are not relaxed, they know that this is not the time for competition.

Every hour that passes, the battle inside becomes more intense, and the pressure on the people inside becomes greater.

"I'll wait right here!"

Yan Xifeng's face was twitching.

A hundred claws scratched my heart. I was flustered but didn't dare to show it.

Here, Yan Xifeng has already reported the matter of Fang Che leading the Feng family's team to annihilation.

I reported it to the supervisor, who asked me to pay close attention to it, but nothing further happened.

But then Yan Xifeng received a warning from Xue Fuxiao: "Your Master Jiu asked me to tell you that this time you force Fang Che into the realm of annihilation. If something goes wrong, he will personally skin you!"

Peel off my skin yourself!

This sentence scared Yan Xifeng directly!

How can I, Yan Xifeng, He De, let Master Jiu personally peel off my skin?

Then he came back to his senses and hurriedly sent a message back: "Brother Xue, how can I force Fang Che to die? This is so unfair... This has nothing to do with me."

"It was you who forced him to die! You have to admit this! You understand!"

Xue Fuxiao sent a message: "If you don't admit it, I'll skin you! If you reveal the secret, I'll skin you!"

Yan Xifeng was confused.

Anyway, you are going to skin me anyway?

Then why bother looking for any excuse, just come and peel it off!

But as an elder guardian, Yan Xifeng certainly understood something else from the order.

Obviously, this is a scapegoat.

Moreover, no one else can take the blame except myself. And I am the perfect candidate to take the blame!

Carrying a huge black pot that had been peeled off several times, Yan Xifeng was under tremendous pressure.

Staring at this stone wall, if he could have gone in, he would have gotten in by now.

It's so hard for me...

Even Lord Jiu wants to take my skin off! Even the anger of heaven and man can no longer describe me!

"General, please sit down and wait, take a rest."

The attendant brought a chair.

"Sit? I'll sit down, bah bah! I'll sit on the pot, sit down! Put it away!"

Yan Xifeng was furious, frothing at the mouth and said: "I'll sit... the soldiers are fighting in blood, how can I sit down!? I'll stand! I'll keep standing!"

Everyone is anxiously waiting, expecting, and praying...

…

A fierce battle was going on inside.

Fang Che has also begun to fight with all his strength.

The first batch of holy kings who came in and were crippled by him to take up their quota were killed by the opponent's own people with all their might, and they only lasted three hours.

This is simply insignificant to the total duration of one hundred hours!

Fang Che then continued to do the same thing to delay time, but one committed suicide on the spot, one was killed by one of their own people, and the third was maimed and then climbed onto a knife and stabbed himself to death.

After the Feng family's children fought for ten hours, forty-three people were killed!

This number made Fang Che heartbroken.

But for Lang Ya and others, this number suddenly made them more energetic.

Because they saw the hope of holding on for a hundred hours!

This number of casualties was significantly lower than their expectations.

"Elixir, elixir!"

Fang Che kept flashing back and forth, delivering pills to every Feng family member who had run out of pills and was seriously injured. The supplies originally sent this month had long been used up in this short ten-hour battle.

Now Fang Che is using his own elixir inventory to support it.

Fortunately, he brought enough.

At this moment, Fang Che was extremely grateful to his father and Zhao Shanhe. Of course, he was also grateful to Gu Shanfeng, Qi Tianyue... and his Jinyun Sect.

Fang Che once again captured a Holy King and kept him under close personal supervision, while Lang Ya and the other four team captains and the four Holy Kings attacked the other one with all their strength. Fang Che also went over to take a stab at him from time to time.

Anyway, it must take a full hour.

The other children of the Feng family followed the same approach, seizing on this devil who could feed and live in, and worked hard to make a living.

Anyway, as long as no one dies here, there will be no way in from the other side.

But orders kept coming from outside.

"If you can't do it, hurry up and die!"

"Do you think you can survive if you delay in the opponent's hands?"

"When you reach this level, you will die sooner or later, so hurry up and earn meritorious deeds for your family! Be brave!"

"Hurry up! Make a quota!"

A cry of death.

"Hold on! You must have enough time!!"

A sixth-grade saint of the Feng family was dragging three of the opponent's opponents into a frantic fight to waste time. He could have killed one of them, but he was seriously injured and had been fighting in the middle. In order to delay the time, he dragged the three of them in the middle.

Here, I keep procrastinating until I am exhausted.

Finally, he was hacked to death with random knives. Before he died, he let out a long scream: "They are tired! Keep dragging..."

Unlike the Feng family disciples who had a supply of elixirs, the people from the Weaponic Orthodox Church who came in did not bring elixirs with them, because their goals were very obvious: either kill an enemy in an hour and stay, or be killed or commit suicide.

With the elixir, the guardian will be better off if he dies!

Generally speaking, the teams after this kind of destruction are very strong, but my side can only enter two holy kings at a time, which is seriously insufficient.

Therefore, their shortcoming lies in consumption: when all their supplies or elixirs are used up, it is the real critical moment!

At that time, it is the time when you can really use the human sea tactic to kill the opponent's masters.

Fifteen hours passed, and seven Feng family disciples fell again.

But the fierce battle never stopped for a moment.

Some of the flesh and blood corpses on the ground had been kicked out, but some others had turned into flesh and mud under the trampling, and the ground was muddy.

It's like it's been raining continuously for a month on the loess road.

Twenty hours passed.

Everyone's physical strength has dropped significantly.

Although there are elixirs that continue to support it, as more and more elixirs are taken by everyone, the efficacy of the elixirs is getting smaller and smaller.

It's impossible to keep taking the elixir.

Only people in my orthodox religion know this, and the guardians also know it very well.

No matter how high-level the elixir is, it is impossible to take it all the time and exert its full effect. If you have that kind of idea, you are simply overthinking it.

The decline in the elixir's function heralds the arrival of the opponent's first powerful attack.

This is really not a time-consuming thing.

"Captain, don't worry about it for now."
To be continued...