System's Super Sect Chapter 1275 - 1118: Striking at the Heart

No one looked back.

Because the people ahead were running.

And because the only order from above was to retreat.

Even when they heard cries for help from old friends being swallowed by the monster tide behind them, they could only glance back once; their sprinting steps forward could not stop.

Once they stopped.

They would be the ones buried by the monster tide!

And those being swallowed by the monster tide, in their final moments, could only turn their heads, screaming hysterically at the old friends who looked back, "Old Li, take care of my mother for me!"

When he finished speaking.

Dozens of Demons surged forward together and tore him to pieces.

"I will." The man who heard his old friend’s final shout instantly had his eyes redden, then gritted his teeth and sprinted forward at full speed.

He wanted to live.

If he died, who would take care of his friend’s mother?

Scenes like this were playing out on many people.

Even though this was a cruel world, there were still sincere feelings between people—brotherhood, marital love, the bond between father and son, and so on.

They were hard to preserve.

So they were all the more precious.

Even the most ruthless person could never completely discard them.

After Wen Ping and his group slipped into Zhatian Tower’s retreating ranks in the chaos, they did not act immediately, but followed their pace and ran madly along with them.

This continued for the time of half a cup of tea.

After half an hour, Wen Ping in the ranks suddenly cried out in alarm, "Watch out!"

With that, he lunged at a young man beside him, knocking him to the ground. The young man who had been tackled was about to curse in anger when a loud boom sounded beside him.

Bang—

A three-zhang-long spike fell from the sky, driving deep into the spot where he had just been.

Seeing this, the young man who had been knocked down didn’t dare voice the slightest grievance. Instead, after scrambling up, he thanked Wen Ping again and again with relief, "Brother, thank you for saving my life! I’m Xie Bi, I don’t know how to address you. If we make it back alive, I’ll repay you with all I have!"

"Lei Feng!"

Wen Ping replied.

The youth, still shaken by his brush with death, firmly etched the two words "Lei Feng" into his heart and sped up his run. "Brother Lei Feng, I, Xie Bi, will remember you!"

Wen Ping laughed and said, "No need to be so polite, we’re on the same side. If we don’t help our own, then who will help us?"

"You couldn’t be more right!"

Xie Bi, still reeling from survival, agreed from the bottom of his heart.

Just like that, Wen Ping continued leading everyone from the Immortal Sect in their mad dash. After Chen Xie, Weisheng Xingyu and the others saw this move from the Sect Leader, they all secretly laughed to themselves.

Right after, they followed his example; while ensuring their own absolute safety, they began helping people from Zhatian Tower.

Without exception, everyone expressed their heartfelt gratitude.

On an ordinary day, they might not have done so.

But now, at the end of the road, with someone willing to help them, how could they not feel grateful?

Of course.

The reason there were no exceptions.

Was because Chen Xie, Weisheng Xingyu and the others specifically picked those who, after some observation, clearly had at least some loyalty and sentiment.

Just then, Wen Ping’s Spiritual Power swept past them.

"Time to begin!"

"Heh heh."

Chen Xie, Weisheng Xingyu and the rest immediately broke into smiles.

Then they saw Wen Ping not far away suddenly speak, "I’m not running anymore!"

Xie Bi was startled and saw Wen Ping really stop. He hurriedly said, "Brother Lei Feng, what are you doing? Get out of here!"

"My older sister, my parents, my grandfather, and my one-year-old little sister... they’re all in Yu Shui City. If I run, what will they do?"

As he said this, Wen Ping drew his blade.

This was a broken knife Wen Ping had deliberately picked up, caked in Demon Blood and notched to a pathetic state.

And Yu Shui City was a great city of over a hundred million residents they would pass through on their retreat, only thirty li away from them now.

When Xie Bi heard Wen Ping’s words, he was first stunned.

Then he heard Wen Ping speak again, "Brother Xie, you go!"

With that, Wen Ping leaped up, opened three blue Ordinary Meridian Gates, and roared as he cleaved toward the onrushing Demons.

"Father, Mother, Sister... everyone has abandoned you. But I have not!"

Boom—

Wen Ping’s blade hacked into the head of the Demon charging at him, splitting it cleanly from head to toe; blood sprayed wildly, splattering everywhere.

Chen Xie also stopped at this moment.

He was only a hundred meters from Wen Ping.

"I’m not running either. My whole family is in Yu Shui City. If I run, what will they do?" Chen Xie roared again and again, his voice like thunder—seemingly because he was resolved to die, but in truth so that more people would hear his words.

Bang—

After opening his Three Veins, Chen Xie also charged at the ever-approaching horde of Demons.

Right after him came the Disciples of the Immortal Sect, then the Elders like Long Yue and Long Ke.

In total, a dozen or so people stepped forward together in a heroic sacrifice, all to protect their loved ones behind them.

Seeing this, Xie Bi swallowed hard, his Three Veins trembling in unison. Then he cursed as he rushed toward Wen Ping, "Damn it all, Brother Lei Feng, I’m coming to help you! Just remembered—my grandmother’s still living in Yu Shui City. If I run, what’ll happen to the old lady?"

With Xie Bi joining the fight, more and more people began stopping.

Without exception, they were all people who had been helped by members of the Immortal Sect.

They shared a common trait: they all had family living in Yu Shui City.

"I’m not running!"

"My mother also lives in Yu Shui City—if I run, what will she do?"

"Damn you Sky-Split Race, you think I’m afraid of you? Come on, I’ll beat you to death with one swing!"

...

The shouts grew louder and louder.

From just a few people at the start, it slowly grew to hundreds.

Then to thousands!

In no time, the number of people stopping to fight back shot past ten thousand, and it was still rising rapidly.

Seeing this, Wen Ping smiled in satisfaction.

A single spark can start a prairie fire!

He then immediately carved out a bloody path through the Demon horde, pulled out a Flying Ship from his System Space, loaded everyone onto it, and slipped away from the battlefield without a sound.

"We’ll put on a few more shows, then you can head back."

After Wen Ping spoke, he piloted the Flying Ship toward the next battlefield.

Beside him, Chen Xie exclaimed, "Sect Leader, this move of yours is brilliant. Once people’s hearts are stirred, more and more will stop and resist. When more and more choose to fight, then no matter how stupid the high command of Zhatian Tower’s Battle Division is, they can’t possibly be stupid enough to keep ordering a retreat."

Once people’s hearts scatter.

They’re incredibly hard to gather again.

The Sect Leader’s move was vicious.

He actually struck at their hearts!

Wen Ping said calmly, "Just a little trick. The playacting is only the beginning. My goal is to make the waters of the Black Domain ever more muddied."

Weisheng Xingyu followed up, "Sect Leader, what can I do?"

"Act well; you don’t need to do anything else—there will be people from ’Zhatian Tower’ who’ll help us do the rest." As he finished speaking, a faint smile appeared on Wen Ping’s face, his gaze falling on the Demon horde below.