Listening to his subordinate, Gou Tuizhi's eyes darted around as he carefully weighed the pros and cons.
Having experienced the ruin of his family and the immense pain of being modified by espers, Gou Tuizhi was no longer the brainless rich young master he once was.
At this moment, the esper army was engaged in large-scale combat with cultivators. If he were to cause the war to fail for his own selfish reasons, it would be a significant loss.
With these thoughts, Gou Tuizhi, despite his burning hatred for Han Lang, had to temporarily set aside his resentment.
"Fine! I'll take care of these Golden Core cultivators. You must bring more S-class espers to deal with Han Lang. There can be no mistakes. If you can capture him alive, it would be best to bring him to me for slow torture. If not, at least bring back his corpse. I'll even whip his corpse to vent my hatred!"
Upon hearing this, the subordinate quickly agreed.
"Your subordinate understands! Please rest assured, Commander!"
After arranging the combat plan, Gou Tuizhi no longer hesitated. He stopped and stood proudly before the Golden Core cultivators.
Huang Yuhua and the others felt a jolt in their hearts upon seeing this.
"Why did he suddenly stop? Could it be some kind of scheme?"
"Hmph! Whatever scheme he has, as long as we can protect that Divine Farmer Heavenly Doctor kid below, we'll deal with any esper schemes as they come!"
Old Bi was unconcerned by Gou Tuizhi's sudden change in strategy. He declared boldly and, without further ado, charged directly at Gou Tuizhi.
Huang Yuhua, unable to stop him, could only call out to the other Golden Core powerhouses, following closely behind Old Bi, continuing to fully engage Gou Tuizhi.
Meanwhile, Han Lang, seeing this, was speechless.
He had tried his best to use himself as bait to divert Gou Tuizhi's attention, thereby assisting the special forces in achieving victory.
He never imagined that after learning his identity, these Golden Core experts would so readily protect him.
This made him both grateful for his comrades' sincerity and exasperated by their stubbornness.
"Alas, I never thought that an identity like Divine Farmer Heavenly Doctor would one day become a stumbling block in my actions!"
As Han Lang was still lamenting, Ma Long, who was fighting fiercely nearby, couldn't help but complain.
"I say, young sir, can you save your emotional moments for later? Can't you see we're struggling to keep up right now?"
Scolded by Ma Long, Han Lang felt a flush of embarrassment. While apologizing, he fully controlled his golden needles and joined the battle.
It was at this moment that Tang Geng's peripheral vision caught something, and he was greatly alarmed.
"Not good! Zhao Wu is in danger!"
Hearing Tang Geng's warning, Han Lang and the others quickly searched for Zhao Wu.
Soon, they saw Zhao Wu being surrounded and attacked by several espers, with at least three S-class espers among them.
Although he was protected by the Brahma Gold Bell and was not weak, fighting so many high-level espers alone would only make him more and more exhausted.
Han Lang was also anxious seeing this.
Although Zhao Wu had not agreed to join him in the suicide mission before, from any perspective, he had treated them with utmost kindness.
Moreover, his current predicament was, to some extent, caused by Han Lang.
Thinking of this, Han Lang gave the order without hesitation.
"Stop staring! Find a way to help him!"
Everyone understood, and they all began to shift their positions, slowly moving towards Zhao Wu.
Zhao Wu resisted desperately, but his fists couldn't fend off all attackers. Coupled with the immense consumption of spiritual energy within his body, his counter-attack efficiency weakened.
Seeing him gradually become a spent force, the S-class espers surrounding him couldn't help but reveal sinister smiles.
"Heh heh… I didn't expect you to be such a brave fighter despite your young age. It's a pity you're destined to fall. Die!"
As the fatal blow from the S-class esper drew nearer, Zhao Wu was powerless to resist.
At this moment, all he could do was close his eyes and calmly accept death, with no other recourse.
And just then, Han Lang leaped forward, performing a somersault to land in front of Zhao Wu. With the utmost speed, he first handed him two Spirit Gathering Pills and said hurriedly.
"It's not time to accept fate yet, Zhao Wu. Recover first, and then come support me!"
Without waiting for Zhao Wu's reaction, he turned and struck with a palm, directly confronting the S-class esper's killing blow.
Zhao Wu was also completely bewildered.
He never expected Han Lang, who had entered the battlefield with his assistance, to suddenly appear here.
Even more unexpectedly, it was Han Lang who, without hesitation, came to his aid in his moment of crisis.
What puzzled him most was that Han Lang had also thrust two priceless recovery pills into his hands.
Was this still the Han Lang with whom he had a past grievance?
However, this was not the time for his doubts.
Han Lang's strike forced the S-class esper back, and the immense energy explosion jolted Zhao Wu awake.
Without any hesitation, he immediately swallowed one of the Spirit Gathering Pills gifted by Han Lang.
After recovering, he also spoke no further words, cooperating with Han Lang to suppress the three S-class espers opposite them.
With the two of them joining forces, the three S-class espers were no longer a threat. In just half the time it takes for tea to brew, two S-class espers fell beneath their combined might.
Gaining a brief respite, Zhao Wu and Han Lang stood back-to-back, defending, while Zhao Wu said to Han Lang with a blank expression.
"I owe you this time. I will definitely repay you when I have the chance!"
Han Lang was somewhat speechless.
"I don't think you need to worry about it. You're in danger partly because of me, so at most, we're even now. We owe each other nothing!"
"One debt for one debt. Even if saving me settles things between us, I still owe you for the recovery pills. Stop talking nonsense. If it weren't for the urgency of the situation, do you think I would be willing to owe you?"
Han Lang was even more speechless.
"Fine. Whatever you say. When we both make it back alive, we'll settle this debt of favor slowly. For now, focus on fighting the enemy!"
The five of them reunited, and with their close coordination, their combat power soared. For a time, a vacuum zone was even cleared around them.
However, to their surprise, greater danger was approaching them.
Under the command of the S-class esper who had previously conferred with Gou Tuizhi, more and more espers abandoned their current battles and charged towards Han Lang and the others with full force.
At first, they didn't feel anything amiss.
After all, since entering the battlefield, the group had been fighting at full power, killing relentlessly.
But as time passed, Ma Long soon sensed something was wrong.
"Young sir, haven't you noticed that there are more and more espers around us? If this continues, even if we don't fight, we'll be exhausted to death!"
Reminded by Ma Long, Tang Qin, whose strength was comparable to his, also immediately felt the pressure.
"Yes. I feel my claws becoming more sluggish. But I'm clearly exerting myself. Why do these espers feel endless, gathering more and more?"
Hearing this, Han Lang immediately realized something was wrong.
He looked around and immediately discovered the problem.