In the middle of the extremely long procession, there was a pair of sword bearers supporting each other.
One of them had a broken left leg, and the other had a broken right leg. Working together, they could barely walk forward.
However, one of the sword bearers was obviously more seriously injured, because there was a huge wound on the left side of his body. Although he had simply bandaged it with his clothes, drops of blood still flowed out of the wound as he walked.
For people who were seriously ill, every drop of blood they lost was equivalent to losing a portion of their strength.
During the long walk, this sword bearer had lost a lot of blood. Finally, he felt his vision go black, and he fell forward to the ground. Caught off guard, the sword bearer also fell.
As soon as the two sword bearers fell, the procession was in chaos. In the end, they all stopped where they were, unwilling to take another step forward.
"Miss Ling, we really can't go any further!"
A sword bearer in his forties said to Liunian Ling with a distressed expression, "Old Wang has fainted due to excessive blood loss. There are four or five people in the procession who are in the same situation as Old Wang, and they can't hold on any longer.
They need to rest, otherwise, the procession will collapse if they continue to walk like this. "
This sword bearer was speaking the truth, because in the next second, another sword bearer fell to the ground, unconscious due to excessive blood loss.
"I …" Liunian Ling wanted to force everyone to continue forward, but when the words were at the tip of her tongue, she couldn't bring herself to say it.
If Gu Han was here, then Gu Han would definitely force these sword bearers to continue forward … or perhaps he would simply give up on those heavily injured sword bearers, and only lead those sword bearers who were still able to move forward.
However, Liunian Ling was ultimately not Guhan, and she couldn't bring up the idea of abandoning those who were seriously injured.
"Miss Ling, please forgive me for being blunt, but why do you have to go north?
That's the battlefield between the Wu people and us!
Before we reach there, we'll definitely be discovered by the Wu people, and then we'll all be killed, "the sword bearer said in confusion.
"Trust me!
I have a way. As long as we get close, we have a 50% chance of entering the territory of planet Suzaku! "Liunian Ling said sincerely.
"Unfortunately, I'm afraid I won't be able to wait until then!"
The swordsman gave Liunian Ling a meaningful look. Then, two streams of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth and he collapsed to the ground.
"Senior Zhu, what's wrong?"
Liunian Ling hurriedly helped the sword-bearer up. After the star shuttle crashed, this sword-bearer with the surname Zhu became Liunian Ling's assistant. He helped Liunian Ling solve many problems and was also responsible for mediating the various conflicts in this temporary team. At present, he was the person that Liunian Ling relied on the most.
"I'm sorry, Miss Ling. In truth, my internal organs were already damaged when I fell. It looks like I can't hold on much longer … puchi …" The sword-bearer suddenly coughed out a large mouthful of blood.
Fleeting Time Ling did not dodge, allowing the blood to splatter on his pristine white robes.
"Miss Ling, please listen to me, old Zhu!"
The sword-bearer used his last breath to say, "You don't need to worry about us. Even if we get to planet Suzaku, we won't be of any use.
It's better to let us find a place to hide and then you can charge in by yourself … Without us dragging you down, you'll definitely be able to succeed.
As long as you get to planet Suzaku, it'll be like 100 sword-bearers arriving. Planet Suzaku will be saved, the Zhou Tian Star Battle Formation will be saved, and all of humanity will be saved … puchi … "
The sword-bearer named Zhu coughed out the last mouthful of blood. Then his eyes rolled back and he fell to the ground. He instantly stopped breathing and became the third sword-bearer to be sacrificed in Liunian Ling's group.
Liunian Ling stood up and looked at the sword-bearers sitting on the ground. Although they weren't screaming, their faces were filled with pain.
These people had completely lost the ability to fight. If Liunian Ling had to leave them here and leave by herself, how could Liunian Ling feel at ease?
"Miss Ling!
You can go!
Don't worry about us! "
The words of the sword-bearer named Zhu echoed the thoughts of the other sword-bearers. They all knew that they were burdens to Liunian Ling.
"Miss Ling!
We'll find a place to hide. You don't have to worry about us.
If you can defeat the Sorcerer Tribe as soon as possible and save the entire Heavenly Cycle Star Formation, we might have a chance to meet again.
If we continue to waste time, the entire human race will be finished! "
"Yes!
Yes!
Miss Ling, you should leave quickly! "
"Miss Ling, we beg you!
Please leave quickly! "
Everyone kept begging Liunian Ling to leave by herself. When Liunian Ling heard these words, she felt as if her heart was being cut by a knife.
However, she also knew that it was best for her to leave by herself. As long as she could reach the sun, hold the flag planting ceremony, and recover her ability to fight, she would be able to use her Billion Sword Art to save the Zhou Tian Star Battle Formation!
"Everyone, please hide well. Ling, I'm sorry, so I left first!"
Liunian Ling bowed deeply to these people, and then began to run northward without looking back.
After running for about ten minutes, Liunian Ling suddenly felt the ground begin to tremble.
Liunian Ling quickly jumped onto a tree beside her and looked into the distance from the canopy. She saw a giant over 100 meters tall slowly walking forward at the end of the horizon.
The Gargantuan was walking at a leisurely pace. However, the Gargantuan was more than a hundred meters tall, and each step it took was equivalent to a hundred steps for a normal human being. Even though the Gargantuan was walking at a leisurely pace, it was still a hundred times faster than a normal human being. The Gargantuan was closing in on the Fleeting Moment at an extremely fast speed, and was only a kilometer away from the Fleeting Moment.
"Turtle Breathing Technique!"
Liunian Ling immediately used the secret technique of the Liunian Clan to hide all of her aura. She hid in the canopy, not daring to show any signs of sadness.
As expected, this method worked. The giant did not expect someone to be hiding in the canopy, so he simply walked past it and headed in the direction that Liunian Ling had come from.
"That's the Qiangliang Tribe's Great Shaman Kuafu!
I heard that he's a hundred meters tall, and it seems like it's true! "
Liunian Ling breathed a sigh of relief after escaping danger. Just as she was about to continue running, her body suddenly froze.
"Oh no!
This Kuafu is heading in the direction that I came from. If he goes any further, won't the injured swordbearers be done for … "Liunian Ling paled. There were only ten minutes left before she left.
In such a short period of time, the swordbearers would still be resting on the ground and would not have the time to hide.
It had taken her ten minutes to run here, but this Kuafu would only need two minutes to cover the same distance. In two minutes, the swordbearers would be dead for sure.
Liunian Ling found that she was faced with a difficult choice. She could continue moving forward according to her original plan. Without the burden of the swordbearers, she was 80% confident that she could charge into the territory of planet Suzaku and carry out the flag-planting ceremony on the sun. Or she could directly carry out the flag-planting ceremony on planet Suzaku and recover all of her strength to repel the damned Wu people.
However, if she did that, the swordbearers who were left behind would die for sure.
Of course, Liunian Ling could also turn back immediately to stall Kuafu and buy time for the swordbearers to retreat.
Right now, Liunian Ling was also a mortal. Like Guhan, she had mastered ancient martial arts and had the strength to fight against the Wu people. She would have no problem fighting against a Junior or Intermediate Shaman.
However, against a Great Shaman like Kuafu, Liunian Ling would be courting death.
Perhaps Liunian Ling could buy some time in the beginning, but it was only for a short while. After that, Liunian Ling would be the one to die.
To put it bluntly, the wisest decision Fleeting Time Ling could make was to ignore the seriously injured sword bearers and head to planet Suzaku's battlefield by himself. Because the Great Shaman, Kua Fu, had left the battlefield, Fleeting Time Ling had a higher chance of entering the battlefield.
However, Liunian Ling was a descendant of the Fleeting Family. How could she watch as her comrades were trampled by Kuafu?
"What should I do?"
"What should I choose?" Liunian Ling kept asking herself this question.
"Lord Kenzu!
Please tell Ling, if it were you, what would you choose? "
Liunian Ling asked her ancestral calendar. At that moment, she recalled a story from her ancestors.
During the Swallow Capital's retreat, the Sword Ancestor, who was in charge of bringing up the rear, had fought bitterly by the Yellow River for three days and three nights to ensure that the last 10,000 survivors could successfully hide in the dimensional rift. From the beginning to the end, he had not taken a step back, nor had he given up on a single survivor.
"I will not give up on anyone!"
Liunian Ling bit her lips, her eyes filled with determination. She turned around and ran in the direction she came from.
She had to catch up to Kuafu and stall him to buy time for the other swordbearers to retreat.
… …
"Sigh!
Linlin, this child, how many times have I told her not to believe the stories written in these books? "
Fleeting Wooden Fish was pacing back and forth in his granddaughter's room on Fleeting Time Mountain in Beijing. He looked at the "The Legend of Kenzu" book on his granddaughter's desk and complained.
"The ancestor is too shameless. Lord Kenzu clearly left 100,000 survivors to the Yuan Kou to buy time for the others to escape. How did Kenzu end up guarding the Yellow River by himself for three days and three nights?" Fleeting Wooden Fish looked at the bookmarked paragraph in the book.
"Forget it. I'll tell the editor to change the 10,000 survivors to 100,000 survivors when the book is reedited!" Fleeting Wooden Fish said as he stroked his white beard.