Fang Che observed that the terrain where this battlefield is located is slightly complicated, but it is not too complicated.

I have gained a little more understanding of the statement that "there has always been only head-to-head hard power fighting."

"What... does this mean?"

Watching the battle on the field.

Fang Che was a little confused.

It wasn't that kind of large-scale melee? Instead, it became a one-on-one fight?

"When there is no large-scale battle, it is just a pastime for both sides. It is a life-and-death battle between five people from each side."

The wolf's eyes flashed with cold light: "A real life and death battle. No one else is allowed to intervene. One of the two people who come out must die here before the next battle begins."

"After these five games, it's over today."

Fang Che's heart sank: "Isn't this... playing with people's lives?"

"Human life?"

Wolf Eyes sneered: "Is it valuable?"

Fang Che was silent.

"It's not just for fun."

Langyan said calmly: "The loser hands over a piece of luck stone. Go back and embed it in the cave. It can increase the spiritual energy for ten more days. And during these ten days, the whole cave will be warm. The spiritual energy will double!"

Just then.

There was a loud sound in the field.

A muffled groan.

The person who took action on the Guardian side was spinning and retreating, splattering a large amount of blood with each turn.

As for his opponent, he was already lying on the ground, with blood coming out from a sword mark at his throat.

Everyone on both sides watched silently as the guardian turned around more than a dozen times and finally staggered to his feet.

Bleeding from the corner of the mouth.

Feng Dao and others were beside him, but they did not support him, but let him stand up with his own strength. Although he was already on the verge of death.

He held his breath and turned pale, but finally stood up straight and faced the opponent's captain.

There was an indifferent light in his eyes, and he said hoarsely: "I won."

A bland announcement.

It seems that he has no feeling for his injuries, and no joy for his victory.

The Captain of the Self-Orthodox Cult opposite looked at him with cruel, wolf-like eyes. After a long while, he said, "You guys will win this second game."

He said calmly: "Anyway, if you get back alive, you won't be able to survive for more than an hour or three. Your elixirs must have been used up long ago."

Feng Dao looked ugly.

Everyone can see this.

This master guardian's internal organs have been cut open by the opponent.

If it hadn't been for the magic pill to save me, I probably wouldn't have survived today.

Feng Dao then stepped forward and supported the man: "Hold on!"

A sad smile appeared on the man's face, and he said lightly: "I can't stand it anymore. If you add me, it will be one hundred. Let's go home."

Feng Dao's eyes were filled with sadness.

Outside, Lang Yan beside Fang Che sighed sadly: "Lang Mao Wu is finished, and the elixir has been used up long ago. It's the end of the month now..."

No more medicine?

Fang Che was about to take one step forward.

Wolf Eyes grabbed him and said, "What are you doing?! If anyone goes out now, this victory will be in vain... It will be regarded as an outsider's intervention, and the victory or defeat will not count. His life will be in vain."

"

"I have medicine!"

Fang Che said.

"Medicine? Recovery medicine?" Wolf's eyes widened.

"Yes, recover immediately." Fang Che nodded.

Wolf Eyes suddenly flushed with excitement and said tremblingly: "Give it to me!"

Each team is equipped with 3,000 pills of this kind of elixir that can treat saint-level injuries every month. This number is already terrifying.

No matter how you calculate it, it must be said that it is already a lot.

However, in the secret realm, every month is consumed before the middle of the month.

Moreover, at the beginning of every month, both sides would fight, with the purpose of consuming the other side's healing pills. Often, after a big battle, hundreds of pills would be gone.

After a few battles, both sides were left with a clean slate, and then they had no choice but to win or lose at the cost of human lives.

Because when there is no elixir, it is the time for real wrestling. It is also the time when you can truly seize and capture the opponent's secret realm.

The cruelty of war is never judged by human emotions and willingness.

Fang Che has a lot of high-level elixirs, and there are more than twenty bottles of elixirs that can instantly restore the Holy Emperor. One bottle contains ten pills.

Sounds like a lot.

But if it is used open, it can't even sustain a battle!

This highest-level elixir that can bring the dead back to life can be completely consumed!

There are many other elixirs, including those found on Qi Tianyue's body, those from elsewhere, and those given by his father. Fang Che has already prepared a large amount of elixirs since he knew he came here a year ago.

After Langyan got the elixir, he immediately let out a wolf howl at the mouth of the valley.

Feng Dao frowned and walked over: "What are you doing?"

"medicine!"

Wolf Eyes handed over an elixir like a treasure: "It's related."

Feng Dao frowned: "This thing is to save his life. How many can he take? Didn't you take away his life?"

The wolf's eyes were stunned.

Fang Che said: "But I'm not injured now. Let's save him first. Otherwise, wouldn't it be a waste if I keep this medicine for no use?"

Feng Dao held the elixir, took a deep look at Fang Che, and whispered: "Is there any more?"

From Fang Che's words, he could tell that this guy had a lot going on.

"besides!"

Fang Che said simply.

"Give me another one! Count you for killing six enemies!"

Feng Dao gritted his teeth.

"good."

Fang Che smiled calmly.

Feng Dao took the elixir, turned around and walked back without saying anything.

Feed the medicine into Wolf Maowu's mouth.

Instantly, Lang Maowu's face turned rosy.

This medicine is actually better than what I and others got before!

Lang Mao Wu had already accepted the result of his own death, but he was suddenly shocked: "There is still medicine? Where did it come from?"

"Never mind it, I'll just eat what you have."

Feng Dao's heart moved: This relationship is indeed related! He can even get such a good medicine.

However, with this medicine, Lang Maowu's life was saved, and his cultivation and combat strength were also preserved.

Opposite me, the Holy King leading the team from the Weiwo Orthodox Sect looked at him with deep eyes and said coldly: "Langtou, you actually still have medicine!"

He said this through gritted teeth.

Feng Dao looked indifferent and said: "I don't have much left. But I have to keep a few to save my life. Why, didn't you keep any?"

The man howled like a wolf and said sternly: "How many more do you have?!"

Feng Dao said calmly: "I can hold on until you take out the luck stone, no problem!"

"We just lost two battles! But you may not win either!"

The man shouted: "No. 1! Go to battle!"
To be continued...