While soldiers of special forces are all well-trained, the psychics on the border are not much different.
After all, war is something that all countries, including Xia, have deeply researched.
Therefore, the moment the psychic leader issued the order, the psychic formation instantly changed.
As the leader, Liu Xiaoxiao, although her strength had already reached the middle stage of Golden Core, facing two S-class psychics and the constant harassment of Earth-tier psychics, she could only defend herself for a while.
Han Lang was in a similar situation.
With the special techniques of the Shen Nong Imperial Needle Art, he was even more relaxed than Liu Xiaoxiao in such a defensive battle.
But even so, his situation was not much better than Liu Xiaoxiao's.
Besides managing his own small area, he was powerless to do anything else.
In contrast, Zhao Wu was the most relaxed.
Without the restriction of S-class psychics, his offensive methods were endless.
He killed the low-level psychics in front of him, making them fall one after another.
The merit cards in his hand flickered incessantly.
He earned a lot of merit.
But apart from that, every time he wanted to support others, there were always three to five D-class psychics who would interfere.
This made him feel helpless.
Tang Geng and Tang Qin were slightly inferior to Zhao Wu.
Their pressure was less than Zhao Wu's.
But their strength was also much lower than Zhao Wu's.
Therefore, besides holding their own ground, they could only watch the psychic leader attack Ma Long with all his might.
Ma Long was terrified.
Centered around him, there were two comrades in the middle stage of Foundation Establishment and the early stage of Foundation Establishment on each side.
Originally, with them alone, it was already their limit to face even one S-class psychic.
But now they had to fight against multiple D-class psychics simultaneously.
Wasn't this an impossible task, like forcing a duck to get on a perch?
There was no other way.
Ma Long had to circulate the spiritual energy in his body with all his might, and the spiritual energy gauntlets on his hands were always filled with energy.
Punch after punch, he resisted the attacks with all his strength.
After three punches and two kicks, the spiritual energy in his body would be depleted.
If he hadn't continuously replenished himself with Spirit Gathering Pills, his defensive line would have collapsed long ago.
But even so, he still felt somewhat powerless.
While fighting with all his might, he shouted anxiously.
"Young Master, Liu Pai, request support!"
His spiritual energy was depleted again and again, and replenished again and again.
This caused his body to be continuously washed by a large amount of spiritual energy, and the meridians around his body rapidly expanded with each battle.
He could even feel his cultivation loosening up after a while.
But at this moment, how could he have the mind to be excited about it?
If support didn't arrive, it would be a small matter to be defeated, and it was possible to die in battle!
"Hold on, Brother Ma! Give me three more minutes!"
Hearing Han Lang's reply, Ma Long's heart tightened.
"Three minutes? Young Master. I'm afraid I can't hold on that long!"
"You have to hold on even if you can't!"
These were the most helpless words on the battlefield.
Ma Long naturally understood the meaning of these words.
Once upon a time, when he was in the regular army and encountered some difficult missions, and support could not arrive for a short time, they had no other way to survive but to rely on their willpower to hold on.
However, this was a special special forces!
The combat methods were completely different from the regular army!
Moreover, the psychics charged forward like they had no regard for their lives.
How could willpower alone achieve all this?
At this moment, Ma Long had become numb.
He swung his arms punch after punch, his mind losing the ability to think.
The persistence at this moment was truly purely relying on willpower.
However, at this moment,
A change occurred again!
Seeing that his attacks were ineffective for this period, the psychic leader, without any hesitation, jumped slightly, widening the distance from Ma Long.
His departure greatly reduced Ma Long's pressure.
However, before he could relax for a moment,
The psychic leader on the other side began to rub his palms together, and a pale gray energy ball gradually formed in his hands.
"Damn it! A mutated S-class psychic! He's going to use a big move!"
A comrade in the middle stage of Foundation Establishment beside Ma Long exclaimed.
Upon hearing this, others also turned their heads, looking at the psychic leader who was gathering his strength.
But not a single one of them could break away at this moment to support Ma Long.
Ma Long was not surprised!
His eyes were already bloodshot from excessive exertion.
At this moment, his mind had only one belief.
That was to go all out and hold on until reinforcements arrived.
Even if he died, he would protect his comrades!
What kind of willpower was this?
It was the willpower that only true soldiers could unleash!
With a "boom!"
The gray energy in the psychic's hand instantly erupted, charging directly at Ma Long.
Ma Long punched away the B-class psychic in front of him, swallowed a Spirit Gathering Pill to the extreme, and then unhesitatingly channeled all the energy of this Spirit Gathering Pill into his fists. With determined eyes, he looked at the rapidly approaching gray ball and took a big step forward.
"Ma Long! You retreat!"
His comrades beside him were greatly alarmed when they saw this.
Everyone knew.
Facing the ultimate move released by a mutated S-class psychic was almost a death sentence for Ma Long, who was only in the middle stage of Foundation Establishment.
And his action of stepping forward was undoubtedly to ensure that while he fully resisted this move, he would not affect his surrounding teammates.
This spirit of facing death generously surprised the comrades around him.
They did not want anything to happen to Ma Long.
They would rather die with Ma Long.
However, their strength did not allow it!
Besides shouting at Ma Long to unite with them, they couldn't even take a step forward with Ma Long!
Tang Geng and Tang Qin's pupils also instantly widened when they saw this.
At this moment, they had no time to think, and almost wanted to rush to support Ma Long regardless of the crisis in front of them.
However, how could the harassment by the psychics be easily escaped?
At this moment, they were also powerless.
Liu Xiaoxiao and Han Kang were even more so.
The S-class psychics they were facing naturally knew about this crucial move, so from the moment the psychic leader started to gather energy, their attacks also became more fierce.
At this moment, it seemed that no one could help Ma Long except for him to pray for his own good fortune.
As the gray ball hit Ma Long's silver-glowing fists.
With a loud bang.
The gray mist generated by the explosion of the gray ball instantly covered Ma Long.
"Ma Long!"
"Ma Long!"
...
Everyone shouted hysterically.
At this moment, they didn't know if Ma Long was still alive.
They only had hope, expectation, and prayer.
After the gray mist dissipated.
Ma Long's figure lying on the ground gradually appeared before everyone.
Seeing his motionless state, everyone couldn't help but feel a sense of sadness!
This was their first time truly entering the battlefield.
And in this battle, Ma Long seemed to be about to leave them!
Just as everyone was filled with sorrow, as a golden needle landed, Ma Long suddenly widened his eyes, as if he had regained his life after suffocating, and took deep breaths of fresh air.
"Thank you, Young Master, for your help!"
Ma Long was still lying on the ground, and his grateful words had already reached everyone's ears.
Everyone was overjoyed!
No one had expected.
At the last moment, Han Lang had driven the golden needle to help Ma Long, avoiding the tragedy!
However, before everyone could rejoice for a moment,
Han Lang, who was already struggling to take care of himself, suddenly let out a muffled groan, and spat out a mouthful of blood with a "噗" sound.