Guo Shishi nodded and said, "I'll go to the right."
Ancestor Nan Qiang said: "Okay, leave the left to me." Only then did Guo Twelve see that the altar of the Nan Qiang ancestor was really the fifth floor as the handsome old man guessed.
The handsome old man said, "This guy's strength should be pretty good."
Guo Shishi looked at the sky, the sky was already dark, and because of the countless talisman lights flickering below, the battle between the two sides could still be clearly seen.
The handsome old man said solemnly: "Boy, you just need to fly close to the ground, ten meters away from the ground, and you don't need to worry about the rest." After the talisman light flickered, the defense of the altar rose, and he shouted: "Go!"
Guo Shishi turned his head and said: "Uncle Eagle Demon, you are on my left, Nanyou, you are on the right, in a triangular formation, don't mess up, help me guard against sneak attacks!"
When Guo Twelve's huge altar appeared on the flank, the professionals of the Gunan family let out a frantic cheer. In this era, the altar master is indeed standing at the pinnacle of his profession, at least in this place and in his hometown. As for other places, he has not been to it, and he does not know the situation.
The altar is like a floating battleship. The most terrifying thing is the countless tentacles extending from the side and bottom of the altar, like a huge broom. As long as the altar passes by, all the professionals will be swept aside. As for the loss of life, he was savagely killed by the army of the Gunan family that followed, causing heavy casualties.
The altar was swept back and forth, and there was chaos wherever it went. Guo Shishi has not yet used the sacrificial treasure, but only used the ancient Xiju tentacles on the altar to achieve such great results. If the sacrificial treasure is used, even if the handsome old man does not need to make a move, just using the moon blade, he can kill thousands of people. people. But he didn't do it because he didn't want to be an executioner, he didn't come to kill, he came to fish in troubled waters.
The defense on the right was messed up by Guo Twelve, and the professionals of the Gujin family were immediately defeated.
The handsome old man said excitedly: "Go to the center!"
Guo Twelve flew all the way, and countless tentacles took the opportunity to collect the scattered souls. The handsome old man was already smiling and blossoming. This time, the harvest was much greater than the last time.
When Nan Qiang Patriarch and Guo Shishi joined the attacking army, the entire Gujin family's army collapsed. The ancestors of the other party are not restrained by the ancestors of the family. Once they join the battle, it will be a huge disaster.
In the violent crowd, unless they are professionals above the Great Sage, they have the ability to protect themselves. The ubiquitous phantom attacks, countless arrows and javelins, and various attribute attacks, if you don't pay attention, you will end up in death.
Guo Shishi sat on the top of the altar, his face ashen, he no longer drove his tentacles to attack the professionals below, because the scene was too bloody. Suddenly, he saw a squad in a tight siege, everyone fighting to the death. He actually knew the people in that team.
He immediately drove the altar to teleport over, and in an instant, Gu Xiju's tentacles pulled the seven people up to the altar. He asked, "Nanfeng, why are you here?"
Nan Feng was almost paralyzed on the ground. Although he was a high-ranking great sage, he was already exhausted trying to protect the six team members. After breathing for a while, he said, "Old Ancestor, we rushed too fast"
Guo Twelve was surprised and said, "Damn it, Nan Bao? How dare you even a child join in?"
Nan Bao was only twelve years old, he was a senior Fu Wu master, holding a Fu Dao about his height in his hand, and was the only one among the seven who was not injured.
Nan Bao smiled shyly and said, "My father said that by joining the brutal battle as soon as possible, the inheritance can be better digested."
The handsome old man took over the command to control the altar. He needed more souls, so he needed the altar to fly towards the place where there were many dead people, and Guo Shishi always failed to meet his requirements. The handsome old man was very dissatisfied with this, and immediately took over the control of the altar while he was talking to the team members. Guo Shishi didn't care either, he knew what the handsome old man wanted.
Nan Xiaotong hugged Nan Bao lovingly and said with a smile, "Xiao Bao is our lucky star." She is a junior great sage and has a good strength in the team.
Guo Shishi knew in his heart that the task of this team must be to protect Nan Bao, otherwise they would not all be injured, but the little guy had nothing at all. This is not entirely luck.
Nan Feng supported Nan Zhao, fed him a talisman, and then bandaged the wound. He said: "I almost couldn't hold on anymore, it was too messy, and it was too late to defend."
Nan Zhao broke an arm and had a deep wound on his face. He was the most seriously injured. Everyone else had some injuries on their bodies, and after using the talisman, there was basically no problem. With the protection of the altar, their team is safe.
From time to time, Guo Twelve took some seriously injured professionals to the altar. As the altar drifted, more and more professionals from the Gunan family gathered on the altar, and Luo Zhan also began to help with the treatment. These people were seriously injured, and if Guo Twelve didn't save them, they would definitely not survive.
As the number of people increased, it was not enough for the altar to grow again. Guo Shishi said, "Let's go back first."
There were also many seriously wounded people on the altars of Yingmo and Nanyou. Guo Shishi's altar couldn't be put down, and they were thrown up with Gu Xiju's tentacles. Now they are already full of wounded. On the altar of the three people, there were more than 800 wounded people in total, and the members of the Nanfeng Squad almost became ambulancemen.
The three altars returned to the camp like lightning, and found an open space. Guo Shishida shouted, "Come here!"
Immediately, many auxiliary soldiers rushed in, all of them low-level disciples. Guo Shishi put the wounded on the ground with Gu Xiqiao's tentacles and said, "Organize people to treat them."
Nan Feng said, "Old Ancestor, leave it to me here."
Guo Shishi nodded and said, "Okay, you organize the manpower, and I have to go to the battlefield."
Although the handsome old man was impatient, he did not lose his temper or curse. After Guo Shishi left the wounded in the camp, he controlled the altar and flew to the battlefield. At this time, the army of the Gujin family has completely collapsed, and the sky is completely dark. Now is a good time to really collect souls.
Sitting on the altar, Guo Twelve said: "Uncle Luo, I hope the war will not fall in our hometown. Sometimes I think the continent where Beifumen is located is better closed. If it is discovered by a behemoth like the ancient family, Beifumen has no resistance."
Luo Zhan thought for a moment, then said, "No, in fact, if I am favored by the ancient family, I am willing to join, for fear of being favored by those sects in the middle-level continent, it will be miserable."
Guo Shishi said: "Well, it also makes sense. The ancient family has a whole set of methods for using and developing low-level continents. They don't need to rely on a bloody process to conquer them, but the sects of intermediate-level continents are different." If it is developed by the state, local residents can still get a little benefit, but if it is developed by the township, the difference will be big.
The large troop had already chased away the defeated soldiers, and the battlefield fell silent, only Fu Guang was flickering in the distance, and there were faint bursts of explosions. Guo Shishi's altar slowly followed behind, because there were countless dead bodies along the way, and the handsome old man controlled the spirit catcher and quickly collected souls.
Following the altar were a large number of low-level disciples, who were responsible for collecting corpses and looking for seriously injured disciples. There are talismans illuminated, and one end of the general camp is illuminated.
Guo Shishi's altar speed is very slow, because he is controlling a handsome old man. This guy is like a greedy vampire, collecting scattered souls little by little. The altar floated back and forth, and countless tentacles danced in the air. Although Yingmo and Nanyou had doubts in their hearts, they didn't pay attention to them and just followed Guo Shishi's altar to fly.
Gradually, they were able to see the large group of people chasing in front of them, as well as countless prisoners.
The professional who held the captives began to order the captives to carry the corpses, collect the storage bags and talismans carried on the corpses, dig a large pit, and bury the bodies of the dead professionals of the Gujin family. As for the corpse of the Gunan family professional, it was placed aside, waiting to be transported back.
The army of the Gunan family pursued more than 100 kilometers overnight. The army of the Gujin family retreated steadily, and finally stabilized its position a hundred kilometers away and established a simple line of defense.
In this battle, the Gujin family lost three masters of the virtual altar, and seriously injured two masters of the first-tier altar. The casualties of the army reached 270,000, of which 90,000 died, corpses were scattered everywhere, and about 100,000 were captured. .
The loss of the Gunan family is not small. In addition to the master who fell from a virtual altar, there is also a master of a two-story altar who was seriously injured. The number of casualties in the army was also quite large, a total of 150,000, of which the death rate reached 60,000.
Guo Twelve had already put away the altar, and he was standing in the temporary camp, where the ancestors of Nanqiang and Nanqin were there. When the statistical data was sent, Guo Shishi was also taken aback. The total number of deaths on both sides was as high as 150,000. No wonder there were corpses everywhere. The war was really cruel.
The ancestor of Nanqiang said: "Wait a while, the follow-up troops will come and replace the heavy losses of the forward team, and we will start the attack again."
Guo Twelve found that the army here is extremely capable of continuous fighting. The battlefield here has not been cleaned up, and the steady stream of troops over there has already arrived at the front line.
Rows of tents were set up in the temporary camp, which was a place for senior commanders to rest, including Guo Shishi and other altar masters, all assigned to a tent. Guo Twelve was not tired, but he wanted to check the harvest of the night battle.
Guo Shishi greeted him, turned around and came to his tent. Luo Zhan and Yingmo stayed at the door waiting. Nanyou left, and his family also had a team coming, so he had to make arrangements.
After entering the tent, Guo Shishi immediately released the altar and asked, "How is it, handsome old man?"
The handsome old man sneaked out of his head, and saw him with a wide-eyed smile: "Boy, you have made a fortune, hehe, this time the harvest is not small, you have obtained a lot of soul fragments, and you can condense many, many soul beads."
Guo Twelve asked, "How many are there?"
The handsome old man smiled and said, "Guess!"
Guo Twelve suddenly fainted. He patted his forehead and said, "I don't have anything to guess about this. Tell me, how much?"
The handsome old man said, "You are so boring!"