Behind the Wet Hag, Qin Hao's figure flickered, a demonic smile playing on his lips.
Pfft—
He pulled his arm back, bringing with it a large spray of blood.
Bang—
At the same time, his body suddenly exploded, flesh and blood scattering into the surrounding ruins.
"She's bleeding, keep up the output!"
The crowd gave the Wet Hag no chance to breathe; Chen Shaocong and Huo Sichun led the charge, simultaneously attacking her.
Chen Shaocong leaped high, burning all his vital blood and converging all his spiritual power onto his long saber.
"Slash!"
A phantom great saber covered this small world, descending with a terrifying, world-destroying force.
Huo Sichun's body merged into the darkness, controlling two short blades that constantly weaved around.
Saber light flickered, only silver flashes appeared, but no one was seen.
At this moment, the Wet Hag's face was somewhat pale; she had no time to heal her wounds and hastily defended against Chen Shaocong and Huo Sichun's fierce attacks.
Rumble—
The ground shook violently, then collapsed with a roar, and a deep trench appeared before everyone.
"Die for me!"
Chen Shaocong's veins bulged as he gripped his long saber and pressed down again.
But this time, the Wet Hag was clearly enraged; she grabbed the blade with her bare hands, her three thousand strands of hair flying wildly, piercing Chen Shaocong's body.
Pfft—
Blood flowed along her hair into the Wet Hag's body.
Chen Shaocong was instantly sucked dry, his corpse falling to the ground.
At the same time, Huo Sichun's attack followed closely.
A total of 108 sword lights illuminated simultaneously, weaving into a sword net that enveloped her.
Facing such a dense attack, a Flood Dragon Scissors flew out from the Wet Hag's body, tearing through the entire sword net, then transforming into a streak of light and disappearing.
Huo Sichun's movements froze, and she unbelievably lowered her head to look at her waist.
Plop—
Her body was severed at the waist, falling into a pool of blood, her eyes gradually losing their luster.
The battle had only lasted less than two minutes from the start, yet more than half of the Hua Xia Sect had already died.
Every move was made with everything they had.
Even so, the Wet Hag's combat power remained undiminished, and the wound on her abdomen recovered instantly.
At this moment, everyone truly realized how vast the difference was between the Qi Refining Stage and the Golden Core Stage, and why no one had ever broken through it since ancient times.
Even with the Cycle of Slaughter Array and the prerequisite of burning their origins, under successive bombardments, the Wet Hag only sustained a little damage.
This was a hell-level dungeon, something their current level simply couldn't handle.
But the players didn't consider any of that; they only had one belief in their hearts: kill the opponent and obtain the achievement reward.
At this point, only Zhao Shijie and three others remained among the players; Wang Xiaojun took a steel cannon from his back and shouted to the other three, "Cover me! I'm going to shove a cannonball down her throat!"
The firing mechanism of this steel cannon was taken from a spaceship, and its power was no less than a full-strength blow from a peak Foundation Establishment Stage cultivator.
This was the strategy everyone had agreed upon from the beginning: Ye Wuyai and a few others would first wear her down, and then Zhao Shijie and the other two would step in to create the best opportunity for Wang Xiaojun to blast the BOSS to death with one shot.
The idea was good, but implementing it was not easy; in their estimation, the initial attrition should have reduced the Wet Hag's health by at least half.
Yet, the Wet Hag's current state was as strong as ever.
Just as the four were preparing for a desperate struggle, behind the Wet Hag, a golden phantom slowly emerged, blotting out the sky.
"Heaven and Earth Dharma Idol!" Lin Ye exclaimed.
This was a spell only usable by Golden Core Stage cultivators; due to its immense spiritual power consumption, it was generally not used lightly, only manifesting the Dharma Idol under special circumstances.
After the recent battle, the Wet Hag had already experienced the madness of this group; a slight carelessness and she might indeed suffer an unexpected defeat.
"She's panicking."
Zhao Shijie sneered and once again conjured the Tai Chi Bagua Diagram; this time it was clearer than before, with yin and yang energies constantly interchanging.
Lin Ye threw his flying sword high into the sky, formed hand seals, and conjured eight flying swords, which merged with the Tai Chi Bagua Diagram.
Rumble—
The golden body raised its arm, blotting out the sky, and slapped down towards Zhao Shijie and the other three.
The surrounding spiritual energy boiled, and the heavy rain grew more violent, howling past.
The eight flying swords, empowered by the Tai Chi Bagua Diagram, transformed into streaks of sword light, soaring into the sky.
Bang, bang—
The sword lights struck the golden palm, emitting crisp clinking sounds.
"Pfft..." Lin Ye spat out a large mouthful of blood, his face becoming increasingly ferocious; he clapped his hands together forcefully, pointing his fingers like a sword.
"Break for me!!!"
The eight flying swords merged again, carrying the Tai Chi Bagua Diagram, and slammed into the golden palm.
Boom—
A dull sound reverberated through the sky, and the aftermath spread outwards as ripples; all the rainwater was blown away, leaving a vacuum zone.
Zhao Shijie and Lin Ye's faces were flushed, and they desperately resisted the golden palm.
"Li Yongxiao, Wang Xiaojun, now!" Zhao Shijie roared.
The two didn't hesitate, bending their legs and leaping high simultaneously.
Li Yongxiao's fists were scorching hot, surrounded by a golden flame, and behind him, a blazing sun appeared.
"Wang Xiaojun, I'll clear the way for you!"
Li Yongxiao thrust his fists forward, sending golden fist imprints towards the golden body.
After countless punches, a crack finally appeared in the golden body.
Seeing this, the three showed surprise on their faces and excitedly shouted to Wang Xiaojun, "Quick, now's the time!"
"Leave the rest to me!"
Wang Xiaojun, carrying the steel cannon, plunged into the Dharma Idol under the cover of Zhao Shijie and the other two, coming face-to-face with the Wet Hag.
"Die for me!!!"
Wang Xiaojun burned his own origin, channeling all his spiritual power into the cannonball, and finally pulled the trigger.
Boom—
Firelight pierced through the clouds, surrounding trees were leveled, and huge rocks emerged from the ground only to be blasted into countless pieces.
Zhao Shijie and the other two crossed their arms, desperately shielding themselves, but were still sent flying by the powerful aftermath, crashing into a deep pit.
The aftermath lasted for a while before gradually subsiding.
"Did we win?" Zhao Shijie and the other two endured the severe pain and quickly climbed out of the deep pit.
However, before they could even check the situation, the sky suddenly darkened, and a giant palm descended from above.
Bang—
Li Yongxiao reacted quickly, erupting with all his strength, trying to block the fatal blow.
The next second, he was pressed back down by the palm.
"Run... quick!"
Li Yongxiao's head was twisted, blood flowed from his seven orifices, his eyes covered in blood, looking at Zhao Shijie and the other.
Zhao Shijie and Lin Ye didn't hesitate, instantly rushing out of the attack range.
Boom—
Dust flew, and five huge handprints appeared before the two; in the center of the deep pit, a blurry mass of flesh and blood was extremely glaring.
On the other side, the Dharma Idol behind the Wet Hag had a large hole in its chest, with cracks extending throughout its body.
"Wah..." The Wet Hag clutched her chest, spitting out a large mouthful of clotted blood.
Through everyone's efforts, the Wet Hag was finally severely wounded, but this was also the limit of what everyone could achieve.
The Wet Hag, dragging her injured body, controlled the Dharma Idol to walk towards Zhao Shijie and the other.
At this moment, both had exhausted their spiritual power and sat on the ground, quietly awaiting death.
"Zhao Shijie, is there still a chance?"
Lin Ye's eyes were filled with extreme unwillingness; everyone's sacrifice should not end here!