A Man Like None Other Chapter 6336 Leave it to me
Please read this chapter to follow the latest developments in the story.
- The Sirius Tribe’s camp faces utter devastation from an overwhelming assault.
- Lang Hao and Yunxi are gravely injured, yet they continue to bravely resist the invading forces.
- A powerful divine army, led by high-level elders, presses their attack against the remaining defenders.
The Sirius Tribe’s camp is in ruins. The Judgment Hall’s forces are overwhelming. Lang Hao and Yunxi face dire circumstances.
While David was leading the Free Cultivators Alliance towards the Sirius Tribe, the Judgment Hall had already launched its attack!
In just one turn, the Sirius tribe’s campsite was already in ruins.
Tents were burned, wooden fences collapsed, and blood and corpses were scattered everywhere on the ground.
The air was filled with the smell of scorch and blood, and thick smoke rose from the ruins, turning the sky a dusky grey.
A divine army of three thousand surrounded the camp, and golden holy light blazed in waves, tearing through the defenses of the orcs and ghosts layer by layer.
Lang Hao stood in the middle of the campsite, his battle ax stuck in the ground in front of him, supporting his staggering body.
His left arm was broken and hanging from his neck by a piece of cloth.
He had a deep wound on his chest that exposed bone, and the wound was still bleeding.
His face was covered in blood, his left eye was so swollen he couldn’t open it, and his lips were cracked and bleeding.
But his right eye was still very bright, as bright as a lone wolf in the wilderness.
Behind him stood less than two hundred soldiers.
The beastmen and ghosts were covered in wounds; some had lost arms, some were blind, and some could barely stand.
However, no one gave up.
Yunxi stood beside him, the black light on the Ghost Sword had dimmed considerably.
His left shoulder was penetrated by holy light, and blood flowed down his arm, dripping onto the ground and forming a small pool of blood.
His face was as pale as paper, but his eyes remained sharp, like an unsheathed sword.
“How much longer can we last?” Lang Hao’s voice was hoarse.
Yunxi was silent for a moment: “One stick of incense. At most one stick of incense.”
Lang Hao laughed.
The smile was tragic, but also stubborn.
“One stick of incense is one stick of incense. If you can survive on one stick of incense, you can survive for an hour. If you can survive for one hour, you can survive for a day.”
Yunxi glanced at him but didn’t say anything.
He knew they wouldn’t be able to hold out much longer.
The Protoss army of three thousand people had gathered outside the camp.
Three elders of the seventh level of the True Immortal Realm stood at the front, their golden armor gleaming in the sun, and the long swords in their hands radiated dazzling holy light.
Behind them were countless divine cultivators, their golden holy light converging like a sea of gold.
“Lang Hao,” said the elder in the middle, his voice full of arrogance, “give up. You didn’t even last one round. Give up, and maybe I’ll spare your life.”