This time, there is no need to replenish the elixir, and you can use your own strength to delay time again. Since you are full of energy, of course you must use the procrastination technique.

The Wind God Blade is a weapon for annihilation at the critical moment of life and death! It is not the same as delaying time!

Fang Che kept fighting quietly and kept rescuing people for the main purpose. Because he knew that the real moment of competition had not yet come.

This secret realm cannot be maintained by oneself.

The more complete the combat power, the better.

Moreover, the power of the starry sky spiritual liquid can restore the human body to its complete state, and the most important thing is to cleanse the meridians.

After taking the elixir, the effect will be very good again: this is the most valuable part of the starry sky spirit liquid.

Fang Che originally wanted to wait until forty or fifty hours before taking it out, but now that it has reached thirty hours, he feels that he can no longer delay.

If we delay any longer, I'm afraid we will really drag our own people to death.

…

Outside.

The Yanxi wind is like an ant on a hot pot, walking back and forth like a whirlwind.

"How long?"

After walking a few laps, he asked a question. The timekeeper next to him was so interrogated that his mouth went dry.

"It's been forty-five hours. Always raise the tone!"

"Forty-five hours...forty-five, forty-five..."

Yan Xifeng frowned and turned around: "Why are you so slow? Did you see it wrong?"

Everyone was speechless.

The sixteen saint kings of the Feng family who gathered together closed their eyes and concentrated on regulating their breath. Everyone's chest breathing was consistent, steady and stable.

They have long been prepared for the upcoming life and death battle.

As long as the door is open, whoever goes in first in line will die!

Everyone knows this.

Therefore, the Holy King at the front was unwilling to give up his position no matter what.

If you want to die, I will die first!

"What is the possibility of holding on for a hundred hours?"

Yan Xifeng asked.

A Feng Family Holy Emperor master next to him had a solemn face and said softly: "It's hard to say, it's already forty-five hours now. If half of the combat power inside can be left, and the elixirs can still be supplied, we can stay until eighty hours.

It’s not a big problem.”

"But I asked about a hundred hours!"

Yan Xifeng said angrily.

"According to the intelligence, there are still 665 people inside, including the company captain, 666."

The old man of the Feng family said with difficulty: "If you want to hold on for a hundred hours, you can only achieve the end unless there are more than six holy kings inside, and the current combat power of 666 cannot be less than 450!

A miserable victory!"

"Even if this is the case, after waiting for a hundred hours, there will be no more than twenty people who can come out alive."

Another old man with a snow-white beard sighed: "Because, at the age of forty or fifty, even if the elixir is still there, the effect of the elixir is less than 30%."

"The most terrible thing is that I can't recover mentally."

"I have been fighting for fifty hours without relaxing at all... and for the next half of the time, it depends entirely on my will."

After saying this.

Everyone was silent in unison.

Sighing softly.

At this point, everyone basically understood: In other words, the possibility of lasting for one hundred hours is extremely small.

But no one could bear to tell the cruel truth.

"Oh shit!"

The Yanxi wind turned around like a crazy bison, blowing air wildly from its nostrils and starting to circle again.

"How many hours has it been?"

"...Forty-five hours and zero is less than a quarter."

Although I was helpless when asked over and over again by the boss, I still had to answer.

"Wait."

Yan Xifeng sighed softly.

All the Feng family disciples preparing for the battle here have solemn expressions on their faces.

Everyone is weighing it in their minds: The Wind God Blade must have been used six times by now, right?

Everyone looked at each other and saw what the other person wanted to say: Get ready for battle! The hope of surviving is not very high.

"Who is the captain inside?"

The white-bearded old man from the Feng family asked intently.

"You don't care who the captain is!" Yan Xifeng said angrily: "Why are you worrying so much?!"

This question has been asked five or six times, and every time Yan Xifeng came back angrily, and whenever this question was asked, Yan Xifeng's temper would become very bad.

Everyone had no choice but to remain silent.

There is news from Yan Xifeng's communication station.

I hurriedly walked out to a deserted place.

Sent by Xue Fuxiao.

"Is the door not open?" Xue Fuxiao asked.

"It's not open yet," Yan Xifeng said.

"You bastard, if it's not open, it's not open. What do you mean by saying it hasn't been opened yet? Are you looking forward to it?!"

Xue Fuxiao actually got angry.

Yan Xifeng felt aggrieved: "Brother Xue, it's not turned on. It must not be turned on!"

"Watch carefully!"

The snow flute was cut off again.

Yan Xifeng sighed, Xue Fuxiao had asked four times in forty-five hours.

It can be clearly seen that Xue Fuxiao is very anxious.

"Hey... I did this errand..."

Yan Xifeng was almost depressed.

Guardian Headquarters.

Dongfang Sansan had a gloomy look on his face. From time to time he rolled his eyes and glanced at Xue Fuxiao sitting on the chair in front of him. He could feel the anger that Dongfang Sansan was trying to hold back in his heart.

The little daughter-in-law Xue Fuxiao usually huddled in her chair, not daring to breathe.

"Have you asked?" Dongfang Sansan said with a gloomy face.

"Not open."

Xue Fuxiao complained endlessly in her heart: If you care so much, you should ask yourself!

You make me ask every time, but after asking you are still not satisfied.

What should I do? What can I change?

"Three, how about I go out and wait?" Xue Fuxiao said cautiously.

"You sit down! You are not allowed to go anywhere!"

Dongfang Sansan's tone was very stern and domineering.

"...Okay." Xue Fuxiao held her legs together obediently, and then shrank her body deeper into the chair again.

Ever since the war started there, Xue Fuxiao has been imprisoned here and hasn't moved at all.

Even the suggestion to go out for convenience was rejected: "Hold it in!"

Dongfang Sansan is constantly handling official business, and the speed of handling it is getting faster and faster. His face is becoming more and more gloomy.

Forty or fifty hours passed, and neither of them rested.

Dongfang Sansan took out the communication jade, looked at it for a while, and then put it back on the table.
To be continued...