Maybe I shouldn't die.

With their support, Han Qingshu no longer continued to fire talisman cannons, but instead paid attention to the changes on the battlefield.

As soon as these seniors entered the battlefield, Han Qingshu noticed the difference.

Although they are all Jindan cultivators, the combat power of these seniors is obviously much higher than that of the half-demon leader in their formation.

Just by looking at the demonic energy surrounding the high-level monsters, it can be seen that it has no effect on them.

Moreover, these seniors not only have high individual combat power, but their tacit cooperation with each other has increased the team's combat power several times.

And that high-level monster was defeated step by step under the joint efforts of them and the puppets.

Seeing this, Han Qingshu felt slightly relieved.

The strength of these seniors is even stronger than she imagined.

But she was still concentrating on the battlefield. The shells in the small artillery in front of her had been loaded and could be fired at any time.

There is also a small box of talisman bullets on the side for backup.

So that it can be loaded at any time.

She was concentrating on watching the battlefield, and the half-demon leader standing behind her was also paying attention to the battlefield.

Seeing the monsters being suppressed and beaten on the battlefield, he was a little dazed for a moment.

It was as if all the previous beatings and even the narrow escapes from death and danger he had experienced were illusions.

But these children, who had been infected by the evil spirit from outside the domain and had gone astray and lost their minds, were telling him clearly.

What happened before was not an illusion.

It really happened.

Those times of being teasingly suppressed and beaten by this high-level monster and those times of escaping death several times were all very real experiences.

At that moment, unspeakable sorrow welled up in his heart.

Sad about my own weak fighting power.

I feel sad that I don’t have a good background.

Sad about...

"My fellow Daoist, your condition seems to be not right. You have also been infected by the evil spirit from outside the domain. Do you need me to check it for you?"

A male voice interrupted his thoughts.

It was the medical practitioner. He had already examined all the foundation-building monks who had been possessed by demons. He was about to inform the half-demon leader of the results when he discovered that his condition was not right and interrupted him hurriedly.

After hearing his voice, the half-demon leader felt a chill in his heart, and those sad thoughts immediately dissipated. In just a moment, his mind became clear again.

Despite this, his face still looked unhappy.

I was just about to enter the devil's barrier again.

But even though he looked unhappy, he still bowed sincerely to the medical practitioner to express his gratitude.

"Thank you for your reminder, and I'd also like to trouble you to check it for me."

Being so easily aroused, he even suspected that he was under the influence of evil spirits from outside the domain.

The medical practitioner naturally would not refuse his request and started the examination without hesitation.

The result was not beyond their expectations.

After spending some time examining him, the doctor showed some worry on his face.

"Fellow Daoist, there is a lot of foreign demonic energy in your body, and your consciousness has also been contaminated a little. You need to try to stay calm during this period of time, and go to the clinic for treatment as soon as possible after returning."

After knowing the result, the half-demon leader asked:

"As long as you keep calm, there will be no risk of going crazy for the time being, right?"

The doctor nodded and said:

"Yes."

The half-demon leader breathed a sigh of relief after receiving a positive result, and asked again:

"How are those little disciples doing?"

Speaking of this, the doctor shook his head gently, with an apologetic tone:

"I'm sorry, the corrosive power of the high-level monsters' evil spirits is too strong. My ability is not enough to remove the evil spirits in their sea of ​​consciousness, and I can't even alleviate it."

At the end of his speech, there was an uncontrollable sense of depression in his tone.

As a medical practitioner, the most helpless thing is encountering patients who cannot be treated.

But being infected by evil spirits will result in the most serious consequences.

When the medical practitioner shook his head, the half-demon leader's heart couldn't help but skip a beat and he had a bad premonition, and the words that followed made the premonition come true.

In just a moment, his eyes turned red and his tone of voice trembled a little.

"Then how long can they last?"

In response to this question, the doctor was silent for a while, and then said in a sad tone:

"At most half an hour."

Half an hour? Only half an hour?

Unless he takes them to Xuanwu City right now.

Only in this way will there be a slight chance of returning to Xuanwu City within half an hour.

There must not be any obstacles on the way back.

But is it possible?

Is it possible that there will be no barriers at all?

Not possible.

This is a battlefield between humans and demons! Monsters can appear anywhere.

The appearance of any monster could cause him to be unable to return to Xuanwu City in time.

Thinking of this, he felt an uncontrollable grief in his heart.

Such grief is also reflected in body language.

Although he is a Jindan cultivator, he seems unable to control his movements.

My legs went weak and I almost fell to the ground.

Fortunately, the medical practitioner beside him supported him in time.

"Fellow Taoist, are you okay?"

The half-demon leader used the power of the medical practitioner to stand firm, then shook his head and said softly:

"It's okay, I just can't accept it for the time being."

After saying this, he couldn't help but close his eyes, trying to hide the uncontrollable grief in his eyes.

After a moment, he opened his eyes and murmured something in a low voice.

"They were all good kids with a bright future ahead of them."

He didn't say the rest, but the medical practitioner could understand.

Those who stayed behind were cultivators who had completed their foundation building. Those who could cultivate to this point at this age must be disciples with outstanding talents.

They were supposed to shine on the battlefield.

After all, with his perfect foundation-building cultivation, he would not die easily even in the small world on the battlefield.

But they were so unlucky that they encountered high-level monsters not long after entering the battlefield.

Even to buy time for other fellow Taoists to survive.

Take the initiative to stay and stop the monsters.

Thinking of this, the doctor's eyes were filled with grief that was hard to conceal. He opened his mouth and wanted to say his condolences.

But these two pale words could never be uttered.

For a moment, neither of them spoke, and the air was filled with sorrow.

It was at this time that a female voice interrupted the sad atmosphere.

It was Han Qingshu. She was concentrating on paying close attention to the battlefield, ready to launch talisman bombs to provide support at any time.

But those Jindan seniors and puppets joined forces to defeat the high-level monster.

Especially her puppet. The heavy sword in its hand was made of unknown material. Every time it fell on the monster, it would leave a deep scar on it.

Even with the abnormal recovery ability of high-level monsters, they were unable to heal the wounds left by the sword.

All I could do was watch helplessly as the wounds continued to bleed.