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When Yale and his men rushed out of the stronghold, Li Yao gave two orders in quick succession.

The first order was for the cultivators who had taken over the mountain road to immediately retreat and set up a formation in front of the stone walls.

The second order was given to the cultivators who were in the middle of fighting the stone castle. Apart from Li Muzhao, who was leading a hundred men to continue attacking the remaining enemies, the rest of the people also went through the stone castle battlefield and gathered in front of the stone wall. They formed a formation together with the people who had been pulled down from the mountain path.

By the time the two orders were finished and the cultivators of the An Tian Sect were gathered in front of the stone wall, Yale and Ming Guang had already led their men to the hillside.

Their distance from each other was not too far, and the wolfmen following by Yelu's side were all elites, so their movements were swift.

Cheng Qing stood at the top of the stone wall and narrowed his eyes.

Yeru and his men had been watching the battle for a long time. The continuous casualties of the wolves had already accumulated their anger and fighting spirit to a peak.

They were already elites and had been recovering for a while. They were also full of fighting spirit as they took the initiative to attack. Looking at the situation now, it was as if they were indeed ferocious tigers.

Facing such a group of wolfwalkers, no cultivator dared to be careless.

Actually, there was no problem with Yale's ability to grasp a fighter aircraft.

The wolfman was mostly arrogant, and Yen Lu Mingguang was even more so, proud to the extreme. However, this was only his character, not his talent. Many people confuse personality with talent. They think that arrogant, brutal, and angry people are not qualified to hold a high position.

But in reality, character and talent were two different things. There were countless people who had no moral talents and no moral talents, and there were many more people who had both moral talents and talents.

Yale Light was such a person.

Cheng Qing had already seen that the An Tian sect's formation would not be complete when Yeruming and his men arrived in front of them.

The clouds of battle looked down from above with the momentum of a hot knife through butter.

With the An Tian Sect's incomplete formation, even if they had more than 200 wolfwalker elites battling against the ferocious tigers and tigers, more than twice the number of their opponents, they would still be washed away and quickly fall into chaos.

That would be disastrous.

Cheng Qing would not allow such a situation to occur.

He needed to do something to slow down the wolfwalker and further infuriate it, while covering up the two remaining moves that the cultivators of the An Tian Sect were about to complete.

Cheng Qing's actions were exceptionally simple.

He leapt up from the ground and landed firmly on the hillside. He used this as an opportunity to lower his body and once again fiercely rushed out like a tiger or leopard.

He raised his sword and rushed towards Yelu Mingguang who was rushing down the mountain.

With just his own strength, he had taken the initiative to attack the eighty wolves!

If it was said that the wolves that rushed down from the hillside were like a tide that overflowed the reef, then Cheng Qing, who ran forward alone, was like a tide that came into contact with the sea alone.

One sail against one sea.

This scene shocked everyone present.

The cultivators of the Tranquil Sky Sect, especially the members of the original Killing Hands Sect, were all greatly shaken. The figure that took the initiative to charge towards the back of the wolfwalker deeply shocked their hearts.

Many years later, they would still clearly remember this scene. For the rest of their lives, they would never forget that figure.

That brave and daring figure was like the declaration that the Western Lifestyle cultivator had made to challenge the Uighurs for hundreds of years. Even if the opponent was powerful and invincible on the same level as him, and seemed invincible, the cultivators of Western Paradise would never fear him. They would always take the initiative to strike!

He was like the soldiers and soldiers who had died in countless battles. Even though the enemy's forces were boundless, with their own comrades killed in battle and their own bodies riddled with wounds, he still fought bravely under orders from the military.

He fell on the desert floor, buried in the yellow sand.0

This was the greatest reason why the cultivators of Western Paradise could still stubbornly survive despite being weak.

There had never been a moment when the cultivators of the Tranquil Sky Sect were filled with the will to fight. They had even twisted into a rope and were willing to follow Cheng Qing to the end of the fight!

If they had to explain what they saw in Cheng Qing, there was only one answer: the soul of a cultivator!

This was what Cheng Qing wanted.

He knew very well that the battles that he would face in the future would be endless and difficult.

He was even more clear that all cultivators in the Tranquil Sky Sect had to work together and fight to the death.

He was also clear that in the battlefield, there was no one who could take the lead and take the lead against the powerful enemy like the main generals.

He was Cheng Qing, the commander of the three armies in his previous life, the king of the Western Lion Empire!

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