Extraordinary Medical Saint in the City-Chapter 1261 - 1259: Rallying the Troops!

After Mo Kun's inventory, the Xuan Clan's army had only about four hundred thousand left.

This battle.

They had lost nearly two hundred thousand!

Moreover.

The opponent was merely one person.

Lin Fan furrowed his brow tightly, his expression extremely serious and grave, his eyes blazing as he looked at the four hundred thousand troops before him.

To that young man, these people were just like ants, mere trivial numbers.

Killing them was just killing, without needing any psychological burden.

Just like stepping on an ant, not feeling anything, or not knowing at all.

Terrifying.

Truly terrifying.

A single person had made the Xuan Clan's army suffer such heavy losses; if the Heavenly Clan army pressed in, the Xuan Clan would be in dire peril.

The young man proposed three days' time.

Like a countdown, with each passing second, it seemed to bring the Xuan Clan closer to extinction.

After three days, the Xuan Clan would no longer exist.

Not only was Lin Fan's expression grave, but all the surviving soldiers were also dispirited, dejected.

They had witnessed a shocking scene.

Watching nearly two hundred thousand brothers die in front of their eyes, yet powerless, unable to do anything.

This kind of situation made them feel most stifled.

The spirit is willing, but the flesh is weak.

They could only watch others slaughter recklessly, knowing it was their own brothers dying, while they themselves were like spectators.

This feeling made people hopeless.

"Young Master Lin, only four hundred thousand are left. Out of millions of troops... only this much is left..." Mo Kun's voice carried a hint of sobbing, trembling as he spoke.

Lin Fan didn't speak, just nodded slightly.

"If the Heavenly Clan attacks again, I'm afraid... I'm afraid we won't last even a moment, and these four hundred thousand soldiers will turn to dust..."

Mo Kun slumped to the ground in despair, his face wretched, head drooping.

Lin Fan sighed and said, "We have three days, first take the brothers to rest well."

"Three days... three days are useless!" Mo Kun, affected by disappointment, suddenly burst into anger.

For him, three days held no meaning.

The three days' time seemed to constantly remind them that their lives only had three days left.

This was even more despairing.

"The opponent has a million-strong army! Plus that demon-like young man, how... how could we possibly match them, we're not opponents at all! No chance of winning... three days... we have three days to rest... but what about after three days? What will happen after three days?! Isn't it still death!"

Mo Kun suddenly roared helplessly.

Despair.

Fear.

Helplessness.

Chaos.

His voice spread in all directions, the four hundred thousand troops heard Mo Kun's roar and fell into an extremely pessimistic mood, starting to stir restlessly.

"Yeah... we're on a dead-end path... what to do?"

"I don't want to die yet!"

"The Heavenly Clan has a million troops, if they rush over, we can't even stop them."

"We're just cannon fodder..."

"Might as well just die!"

"You say that lightly, but when the time comes, you'll be the first to desert!"

"What did you say?! Speak again if you dare!"

"What, want to fight? Bring it on!"

In an instant, the army became chaotic and tumultuous.

Mo Kun sat in dejection, not intending to manage at all, his eyes vacant, looking ahead, filled with loneliness and helplessness.

Lin Fan's eyes flashed sharply.

Letting this continue won't do.

Before the huge army arrives, the army's morale is already scattered like sand, how can they fight against the Heavenly Clan's army like this?

He didn't speak either, calming himself, his surrounding aura surged like tidal waves, stirring up a gale.

The four hundred thousand troops suddenly halted their actions, silent as cicadas in winter, staring blankly at Lin Fan.

Mo Kun also felt an unprecedented aura of ruthless killing intent.

His heart trembled as he looked at Lin Fan beside him in shock.

"Young Master Lin?"

He timidly asked, but before he could finish.

He saw Lin Fan suddenly stomp his foot.

Boom!

A violent surge of energy blasted outwards.

The gale roared!

Raising a cloud of yellow dust, blocking the sky, blowing so hard that everyone staggered, unable to open their eyes.

Mo Kun, being closest to Lin Fan and unprepared.

The sudden energy wave caught him off guard, blowing him into the air, turning several times, heavily landing ten meters away.

Even after hitting the ground, he rolled a few more times due to the wind before finally stopping.

The earth seemed to tremble slightly from Lin Fan's stomp.

The previously chaotic army was now dead silent.

Deathly quiet.

Everyone gaped at Lin Fan, not daring to breathe.

Just one stomp had stunned everyone.

This aura was already extremely terrifying; what level would that young man who defeated Lin Fan be? The people couldn't even imagine.

Seeing no one speaking, Lin Fan then slowly began to speak.

"Have you all given up already?"

The four hundred thousand troops held their breath, speechless.

"The enemy hasn't even attacked yet, and you already want to give up, flee, do you deserve to be soldiers of the Xuan Clan?! Do you deserve to defend the Xuan Clan?! With the enemy at the gates, instead of holding firm, you disorder your own ranks, utterly ridiculous! Pathetic!"

Lin Fan's voice was loud and carried an undeniable authority.

No one dared to refute, not even dare to take a breath.

"If any of you think this place is dangerous, you can leave now, even leave the Xuan Clan altogether!"

The four hundred thousand troops, as if subjected to an Immobilization Spell, remained motionless.

Even Mo Kun, lying on the ground, seemed sealed.

One breath.

Two breaths.

Three breaths.

No one spoke, no one uttered a sound.

Countless eyes stared fixedly at Lin Fan, from those eyes, one could see their inner complexity and shock.

"I know, you feel lost because you've lost General Feng Qingshui, it's okay. I guarantee that after three days, I will bring General Feng Qingshui back to you! Then we'll join forces to fight the enemy, leaving the Heavenly Clan defeated, with corpses strewn everywhere!"

Still silence.

Lin Fan frowned, his gaze sharp.

"Alright! We follow Young Master Lin!"

"Yes! We follow Young Master Lin."

"We believe in Young Master Lin!"

"Swear to defend the Xuan Clan! Never retreat a step!"

Suddenly.

The four hundred thousand troops seemed to spring back to life, all raised their arms, shouting skyward, shaking the heavens and earth.

Even Mo Kun, who had been lying on the ground, at some point stood up, raising his arm in the crowd, filled with excitement, his blood boiling.

"Little Fan Fan."

Just as Lin Fan was also feeling excited, Emperor Jade's voice was like a basin of cold water, pouring from head to toe.

"Can you really save Feng Qingshui?"

Even Emperor Jade, who always believed in Lin Fan, was now doubtful.

The other party was no ordinary person.

The Five Elements Realm, a place only sustained by slaughter.

Even someone deemed a waste could sweep across other continents there.

Emperor Jade seemed to lose faith in Lin Fan, worriedly asking.

"I don't know."

Lin Fan answered decisively, without hesitation.

"Then you're still..."

"But if I don't try, how will I know I can't defeat the opponent, how will I know I can't save Feng Qingshui? There will be a way when the time comes, don't worry, I won't die!"

Lin Fan smiled and patted his chest, though a hint of confusion flashed in his eyes.