Chapter 605 Close Combat
A rough calculation shows that the total number of the monsters rushing over has reached nearly 7,000, which is seven or eight times the number of human monks. Although most of them are monsters of the first, second and third levels, there are also hundreds of monsters of the fourth, fifth and sixth levels, which are equivalent to the monsters of foundation-building monks.
The Yin wind in the Yinfeng Gorge is not good for monks. They need to be distracted from time to time to prevent the erosion of the Yin wind. At the same time, they have to face the attacks of so many monsters. It seems that this battle will not be easy to fight.
Before coming, the heads knew that this battle would not be easy to fight, so they also made sufficient preparations. But when the monsters really launched an attack, they realized that they still underestimated the mobilization ability of this group of monsters. Such a group of monsters, let alone in the Yinfeng Gorge, is enough to challenge any of the seven major immortal gates.
It is not known whether this is the full strength of the monsters. The monsters in front of them are enough for everyone to deal with. What if the monsters have a reserve team and press on at a critical moment, won’t the human monks be defeated?
The only thing that reassures everyone is that high-level monsters have not appeared yet. Even if they are level 6 monsters, they are only equivalent to human late foundation building cultivators. Although they are much stronger than early and middle foundation building cultivators, they are all in the foundation building category after all. There is no big gap between them. As long as they are careful, they can still fight.
Seeing that the monsters are about to rush up, and the human cultivators are frightened by the opponent's momentum, the Silver Beard Immortal suddenly shouted, and the voice spread over several miles, saying: "We are in Yinfeng Gorge and have no place to retreat. Disciples of the seven major immortal sects listen to my order and attack together."
The best defense is offense. At the command of the Silver Beard Immortal, nearly 800 foundation building cultivators flew up at the same time, each offering a magic weapon and actively welcoming the monsters.
A dozen Jindan cultivators stood in the air, watching the upcoming battle and did not take action. It was not because they were proud of their status, but because the high-level monsters had not appeared yet. They had to be on guard against whether the opponent had a backhand. Those high-level monsters were what they needed to deal with.
On one side were the monster beasts, a huge mass of them, numbering at least seven thousand, like a beggar that could swallow everything, coming in overwhelming numbers. On the other side were the human monks, who were pouring in like a tide. Although there were only eight hundred of them, they were all elites, and they were also full of unstoppable momentum.
In the blink of an eye, the two sides collided with each other. The power of the forest-piercing beasts was still very strong, and few monks dared to face the enemy head-on. They all dodged the front of the forest-piercing beasts, or flew into the air, and then sacrificed their spiritual energy to slash at the monster beasts.
After all, there were too many monks, and of course there were a few who were slow to dodge, and they encountered a powerful sixth-level forest-piercing beast. They were hit head-on, and their bodies flew back four or five feet like a kite with a broken string, and fell heavily to the ground, seemingly seriously injured.
However, the monks also caused great damage to the forest-piercing beasts. Although the number of monks was small, their average strength was much higher, and it was no problem for them to kill a few low-level monster beasts.
Especially those cultivators in the late stage of foundation building, who even dared to use their spiritual weapons to fight against the monsters on the opposite side, and blocked the direct collision of the forest beasts without dodging or evading. Such a collision is either you or me. Since it was blocked by the cultivators, the fate of the forest beasts can be imagined.
In such a close combat moment, in just a few breaths, both sides suffered considerable casualties. The cultivators had two deaths and three serious injuries, and there were more than a dozen light injuries, while dozens of forest beasts were killed and countless injured.
It seemed that the cultivators had the upper hand, but it had no effect on the entire battlefield, because the number of monsters was too large. Almost all the monsters killed by the cultivators were low-level monsters of the first and second levels, which were cannon fodder.
The smell of blood spread on the battlefield, and the forest beasts were completely aroused. They roared one by one, as if they wanted to kill every enemy in front of them. At the same time, the gray-bearded rat, the spotted green snake, the golden-eyed eagle, and the swift wolf also surrounded the monks and fought with them.
The number of monsters was much larger than that of the monks. There were still some monsters besieging a monk at the same time. The forest beasts were rampaging in front, the spotted green snakes were constantly harassing on the side, and the swift wolves were waiting for an opportunity to attack from behind. They cooperated with each other tacitly and brought their respective advantages to the maximum.
That's not all. There was also the gray-bearded rat, which always hid behind the forest beasts and the swift wolves. You don't know when it will suddenly appear and give you a sneak attack. And those golden-eyed eagles came and went in the air like the wind, advancing and retreating with reason, making human monks exhausted.
It is said that low-level monsters have no intelligence, but judging from the scene in front of us, this statement seems to be debatable. If there is no intelligence, how can the monsters cooperate so well? There were enemies everywhere, front and back, left and right, underground and sky. The battle turned into a melee at the beginning, which was extremely tragic.
Before, some cultivators might be intimidated by the aura of the monsters, but when the real battle started, all these were thrown behind their minds. This was a battle of life and death. It was either you or me. If you wanted to survive, you had to fight hard. Everything else was unimportant.
Qingyang was also among the crowd. He knew very well that personal bravery was useless in such a melee. If you were too brave, you would attract the monsters' focused attacks. As a person in the first level of the foundation-building period, there was no need for him to perform too outstandingly. He just sacrificed his low-grade spiritual weapon Qingmu Sword and used the Muyuan Sword Technique to attack the monster opposite him. At the same time, he placed dozens of alcoholic bees around for defense.
Senior Brother Cai, Shang Ruhai, Nong Zaitian, and Xiong Jianlin were very close to Qingyang. They had agreed to take care of each other, so the five of them formed a circle and cooperated with each other. If someone was in danger, the others could rescue him at any time.
In fact, they were not the only ones who did this on the battlefield. Other cultivators also had their own friends. They would try to get together in groups of three or five to cooperate with each other and take care of each other.
There were also some who fought alone. Some of them were like killing gods, rushing through the monsters. They would kill gods and Buddhas. However, this required strong strength to guarantee it. Without the cultivation of the late stage of foundation building, it would not work. Otherwise, once they were surrounded by monsters, they would have no choice but to die.
Qingyang's low-key style did have some effect. Compared with other cultivators, the monsters facing him were not very strong. There were two third-level forest beasts, a fourth-level gray-whiskered rat, a second-level spotted green snake, and four first-level wind wolves. The other monsters did not pose a big threat. The only one he needed to worry about was the gray-whiskered rat.