As Han Lang and the others retreated to the small hill, the next second, a tide of esper-users surged forward.
The five who had just taken the Spirit Gathering Pills, facing this army of esper-users like a swarm of locusts, not only showed no fear but were filled with even greater fighting spirit.
Ma Long and Tang Qin, practicing close-combat martial arts, attacked with precision. Fist and claw, they methodically dealt with the low-level esper-users before them.
Tang Geng, however, was a different story.
He fully controlled his flying sword, and wherever it sliced through, it would take down a large number of enemies.
Even more brutal was Han Lang.
With all six needles deployed, each sweep could incapacitate at least six BC-class esper-users.
Seeing this, Ma Long and Tang Qin couldn't help but twitch at the corners of their eyes.
"Damn it! You guys are too monstrous. If you keep killing like this, how can we ever catch up to your achievements!"
"Exactly! The young master chose such martial arts for us. Although we're more powerful in one-on-one combat, facing this many esper-users, the efficiency is just too slow!"
The two complained while their eyes were filled with envy.
Tang Geng chuckled upon hearing this.
"You truly don't know what you have until you lose it! Although your efficiency is a bit slower compared to ours, it's still countless times faster than other comrades, considering you possess Heavenly-tier martial arts!"
Han Lang chimed in, "That's right! You can't just look at the present! If Tang Geng and I already seem brutal to you, why don't you look at Zhao Wu on the other side!"
Reminded by Han Lang, Ma Long and Tang Qin finally turned their attention to Zhao Wu.
But the moment they looked, their eyes nearly bulged out.
At this very moment, Zhao Wu had transformed his Golden Bell of Brahma from a defensive stance to an offensive one.
The transformed Golden Bell of Brahma was incredibly massive, and each strike turned a large group of low-level esper-users into a bloody paste.
Ma Long was so astonished by this sight that he even stammered.
"Holy crap, holy crap! Is that even human? A demon from hell!"
Even Tang Qin, who usually maintained decorum, couldn't help but curse.
"This is so damn perverted! Killing like this, how many hits can this group of esper-users withstand!"
Sensing the strange gazes, the bewildered Zhao Wu turned his head, looking at them innocently, and asked sheepishly.
"What's wrong? My defense is fine!"
The group repeatedly shook their heads.
"It's nothing, nothing! Continue, continue!"
Under their immense display of power, this batch of over a thousand BC-class esper-users was quickly annihilated.
Before the next wave could gather, Han Lang and the others gained a rare moment of respite.
Just as they each took another Spirit Gathering Pill, Gou Tuizhi, who had been entangled with several Golden Core stage cultivators, was slightly pushed back.
As he stabilized himself, he glanced over and met the triumphant gaze of Han Lang.
Looking at the mountain of corpses before the five, Gou Tuizhi couldn't help but frown.
But Han Lang was full of heroic spirit.
He fearlessly met Gou Tuizhi's gaze in the air, involuntarily taking a step forward, a particular scene from a movie flashing in his mind, and then he blurted out loudly to Gou Tuizhi.
"Bring on the Brazilian girls?"
Gou Tuizhi was initially slightly stunned by these words. However, he quickly understood Han Lang's meaning.
Wasn't this action a mimicry of a certain foreign sci-fi movie, the line of a super hero wielding a hammer?
The implication was, is this all you've got?
With this thought, Gou Tuizhi sneered.
He said nothing, but stood in mid-air, then waved his hand slightly behind him, thinking with a cold smile.
"Since you want to be a hero so badly, I'll indulge you!"
With Gou Tuizhi's wave, a much larger group of esper-users quickly gathered on the ground.
At a glance, there were at least two to three thousand BC-class, and at least several hundred AD-class.
What shocked Han Lang and the others the most was that there were dozens of S-class esper-users as well.
Ma Long was startled by this sight, and while preparing for battle, he complained to Han Lang with dissatisfaction.
"Young master, wasn't that move of yours a bit unnecessary?"
Tang Qin also grumbled.
"Exactly! Why learn from superheroes? Now look, we're in for a long fight!"
Tang Geng and Zhao Wu smiled slightly, focusing on the battle ahead.
Only Han Lang replied with a look of innocence.
"How was I supposed to know those words had such power? If I had known the plot would be the same as in the movie, I would have held back a bit!"
Everyone rolled their eyes.
Fortunately, Tang Geng was more upright and quickly noticed something.
"I don't think it's a bad thing! At least, all the dozen or so S-class esper-users below Gou Tuizhi have been drawn over. In a way, this plays right into our hands!"
Hearing Tang Geng's words, Han Lang finally noticed that this batch of attacking esper-users also included those who had been assisting Gou Tuizhi against Huang Yuhua and his group.
He smiled proudly.
"It seems that showing off occasionally isn't entirely a bad thing!"
Ma Long chuckled as well.
"Then it's up to us to see if we can hold on until Commander Huang's group gains the upper hand!"
Only Tang Qin remained worried.
"That's what you say. The problem is, with their lineup, how long can just a few of us last?"
Han Lang's expression turned serious.
"Don't forget, in the end of the movie, the captain said we only have one choice. Unity!"
As soon as the words fell, the battle erupted.
The vanguard was still the group of BC-class esper-users, considered cannon fodder.
From a long-term perspective of war, using such cheap lives to wear down the enemy was the best course of action for the esper-users.
But they didn't know.
Han Lang and the others, who possessed Spirit Gathering Pills, feared consumption the least.
For them, as long as the Spirit Gathering Pills were not completely depleted, they could sustain this kind of overwhelming battle for an entire day.
And these BC-class esper-users would at most become their achievements.
As they repeatedly emptied their internal spiritual energy, their achievement points soared to their limits.
Although they didn't yet know how much they possessed, or what positions they could exchange for it,
They knew that if they could survive this battle and return, the rewards would undoubtedly be significant.
With the mountain at their backs, despite the large number of esper-users, it was difficult for them to unleash their full potential. After several rounds of fighting, the surrounding BC-class esper-users were quickly eliminated.
When it came to the A-class esper-users behind them, they were all shocked.
"Damn it! How do these guys still have such energy! We've lost so many low-level esper-users, yet it feels like it had no effect!"
"Yeah! I also feel like the fight is particularly strenuous. I thought it would be pure achievement-picking when it was our turn. Who knew we'd have to fight with all our might!"
"Damn it, I'm afraid we'll become their achievements instead of picking them. Let's focus on the fight. Damn it!"