As these words were spoken, Zhao Wu also rushed over.
In his haste, he did not use his full strength, but instead unleashed a palm strike that sent Han Lang flying away from Zhao Wu's side. He then anxiously embraced Zhao Wu, tears welling in his eyes, and asked with concern.
"Zhao Wu, you can't die! You're the only family I have left. Why would you betray me to save that outsider, Han Lang?"
Zhao Wu's life force was ebbing, and he replied with difficulty.
"Brother... Han... Lang is not an outsider. He... is the comrade I... admire the most. He is... my boss. You shouldn't... have dealt with his... family like this!"
Zhao Wei was by now heartbroken.
"Good! Good! You're right about everything. Hold on, brother will take you to the base, maybe we can still save you!"
Hearing this, Zhao Wu hurriedly used all his remaining strength to grab Zhao Wei.
"I... I don't want... to become... an ability user! Brother... you need to wake up! Surrendering... might still... offer a sliver... of hope!"
Zhao Wei became even more enraged upon hearing this.
"Zhao Wu! Even like this, you're still trying to persuade me to surrender? Do you think with my strength, these people today can subdue me? I will never surrender, nor will I bow my head to Han Lang! I will kill them all and avenge our parents!"
Zhao Wu was now in despair.
He had tried to persuade Han Lang, and Han Lang refused to listen; he could understand that.
But his persuasion of Zhao Wei was genuinely from his perspective.
After all, all the mistakes had originated from Zhao Wei.
In Zhao Wu's heart, he still believed that Zhao Wei should admit his mistakes and take responsibility.
However, he was still unwilling to turn back.
Zhao Wu no longer wanted to speak, and the life force draining away did not allow him to speak further.
Finally, he managed to say to Zhao Wei.
"You won't win! The country still has the ancient artifact, Hong Qi. You will be doomed sooner or later! Brother, the sea of suffering is silent, turning back is..."
Before he could even finish the last word, his hand fell completely.
"Zhao Wu!"
Zhao Wei roared in grief.
Seeing this, Han Lang, disregarding his animosity towards Zhao Wei, tried to fly forward to check on him, but was sent flying by a palm strike from Zhao Wei.
At this moment, Tang Qin and the others, who were locked in fierce battles with other ability users, heard Zhao Wei's roar and all turned their heads.
Seeing that Zhao Wu in his arms had completely lost his life, everyone's hearts were filled with sorrow.
"Zhao Wu, you..."
"Brother! Why did you have to go through this?"
"Fate plays tricks on people! Fate plays tricks on people!"
Sensing the sadness of Tang Geng and the others, Song Heguo, Dan Nan, and Huang Yuhua also looked at Zhao Wu. Huang Yuhua's nose twitched, and tears welled up in his eyes.
After all, he was one of his most promising soldiers.
He had spent a lot of effort trying to resolve the feud between him and Han Lang.
Who would have thought that in the end, while resolving their personal issues, he couldn't resolve the resentment behind them.
Just then, a large contingent of people arrived anxiously from not far away.
As they approached, it was Liu Xiaoxiao, leading hundreds of elite soldiers.
Seeing this scene, Liu Xiaoxiao was also shocked.
"What happened? Why is Zhao Wu..."
Liu Xiaoxiao's emotions were similar to Huang Yuhua's, so her first reaction was disbelief at what she was seeing.
However, she soon saw Song Heguo and the others fighting desperately.
Being rational, she immediately gave the order, and hundreds of elite troops in the Golden Core late stage instantly charged into the battlefield, overwhelming the few X-class ability users with sheer numbers.
Liu Xiaoxiao herself went to Han Lang's side, checked on him with concern, and confirmed he was unharmed. Then, she sternly addressed Zhao Wei, who was holding Zhao Wu.
"Zhao Wei. You have no way out now, surrender early! This is your only path!"
Hearing this, the grief-stricken Zhao Wei couldn't help but laugh uproariously at the sky.
Liu Xiaoxiao looked at Han Lang in surprise. "What's going on?"
Han Lang watched Zhao Wei vigilantly and replied.
"Be careful! His strength is even greater than Dr. Xi Mu's, reaching the late stage of Nascent Soul. Now that you've brought elite troops, we might have a slight chance of fighting him."
Liu Xiaoxiao was greatly alarmed.
"What? Late stage Nascent Soul? That kind of strength is enough to overturn the entire cultivator world. Where do we have a chance of winning?"
Han Lang did not argue, but replied grimly.
"We can only try. I will hold him off, and you guys can wear him down. Otherwise, if he escapes, the threat will be even greater!"
Liu Xiaoxiao slowly accepted this reality amidst her shock.
Yes.
If he escaped, the subsequent problems would be even greater.
No matter what, they had to keep him here today.
"I'll go assist Commander Song in taking down those X-class ability users first, and see if we can get the Commander to contact the higher-ups to bring Hong Qi here. Otherwise, we'll be in too much danger!"
Han Lang nodded.
"Yes! Indeed. Now, the key to our victory might truly be Hong Qi!"
While vigilantly watching the seemingly frenzied Zhao Wei, Han Lang urged Liu Xiaoxiao to assist Song Heguo and the others in finishing the battle quickly.
The nearly ten X-class ability users, though strong, could not withstand the human wave tactics.
Moreover, Han Lang's side now had an additional cultivator in the Nascent Soul stage.
Therefore, they were steadily being pushed back.
In a short while, only two remained, still fiercely resisting.
And these two were completely surrounded by Song Heguo and his group.
In desperation, one of them shouted.
"Big brother! Wake up quickly, if we don't resist, we'll be annihilated."
The rough shout instantly jolted Zhao Wei, who was lost in grief, awake.
When he came to his senses and saw the bodies of his subordinates scattered on the ground, he became even more enraged.
"You! You bully people too much!"
Zhao Wei roared through gritted teeth, despairingly releasing Zhao Wu's body, letting him fall freely through the air into the jungle. Then, he roared.
"Heavenly Net Clone!"
Instantly, several golden bodies split from Zhao Wei's body.
Soon, they formed a straight line.
There were ten of them in total.
Han Lang was shocked and shouted.
"Be careful, it's a Heavenly rank martial skill!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he charged towards Zhao Wei's main body.
Zhao Wei was not alarmed at all.
With a thought, ten clones attacked the crowd, while he himself met Han Lang head-on with full force.
Even in a full-blown battle, Han Lang was still no match.
On the other side, Song Heguo and his group, after engaging with the clones, discovered that the strength of those clones had almost all reached the late stage of Nascent Soul.
Instantly, exclamations erupted from the crowd.
Soon, screams followed, and soldiers from the elite troops fell one after another.
Some were directly pierced through with a single strike and died on the spot.
Others had their limbs blown off, becoming completely crippled and unable to fight.
In just a quarter of an hour, out of hundreds of elite soldiers, less than a third remained.
Of course, they had not achieved nothing during this process.
At least those two X-class ability users were thoroughly killed, and Zhao Wei's four clones were also consumed.
Looking at the remaining six clones, everyone's expression was solemn.
Although the opponent had fewer people, their strength far surpassed everyone else's.
In the fight, they had no chance of winning.
In desperation, Liu Xiaoxiao hurriedly said to Song Heguo.
"Commander, we'll hold them here, please quickly contact the higher-ups and invite Hong Qi to assist, otherwise, we will all perish today!"
Song Heguo jolted as if waking from a dream.
"Good! You hold on for a moment, I'll contact the higher-ups immediately!"