Li Yang ate the medicinal pill in a rage and kept breathing deeply.

He was always out of breath.

In terms of strength at his peak, he is undoubtedly the most powerful in the division, and it is impossible for Liu Zhengyang to match him without using the power of the altar. Logically speaking, in the face of Doumen's attack, he should be the one to carry the banner within the sub-alliance.

As a result, for various reasons, he became an energy provider instead.

How could he not be angry?

It's a pity that for the sake of the overall situation and for his own survival, he can only recognize it with his nose.

Zhong Qinglei, Panmen Sect Master, Zhang Feng, and the others turned their heads to look at each other. They all breathed a sigh of relief and saw the smiles in each other's eyes.

No matter how much Li Yang complains, as long as he is willing to help in the end, he can say anything.

After all, all they want is to keep the sub-alliance up.

In the blink of an eye, three days passed.

On the afternoon of the third day, Li Yang looked up at the fireworks that were still covering the alliance, and was speechless.

Because now the three days from Doumen Sect Master are about to end.

Judging from the splendor of the fireworks outside, the Doumen cultivators were a lot tired, causing their attacks to be far less severe than before, but still very scary. At least in the division, no one wants to see the blue sky.

If it goes on like this, everyone in the sub-alliance will not be able to support it for long.

Although Liu Zhengyang had given a lot of medicinal pills to Zhong Qinglei and Panmen Sect Master before, but after three days of consumption, he had already consumed seven to eighty-eight.

"Three days are almost over, hasn't Liu Zhengyang finished refining the medicinal pill yet?" Li Yang complained a little desperately: "He doesn't know that the time has been shortened from five days to three days, and he still follows the original plan. Alchemy, right? My God, I feel like we're all going to sacrifice heroically."

"If Liu Zhengyang really needs five days, how can we hold on to the next two days?" Zhong Qinglei said desperately: "Even if we try to think of a way, it is impossible to keep the alliance for two days in the hands of the monks in Doumen, right? We It's not Liu Zhengyang per capita."

"Zhang Feng, hurry up and find a way to delay the time. You don't want to fight off the monks in Doumen, you just need to let them slow down for two days." Panmen's sect master urged: "I believe that with your intelligence, you must If you can think of a way, you are our think tank."

The door owner of Panmen wisely handed Zhang Feng a top hat.

Zhang Feng glanced at the sect master of Panmen, then rolled his eyes and was speechless.

Isn't it too naive for this Panmen Sect Master to play this kind of retreat in front of him?

Start with an exaggerated goal that is simply impossible to achieve, and then make your own real demands.

Obviously, he didn't mean to give in at all, but he seemed to give in.

Such a naive method, even a three-year-old child can't look down on it.

But even for his own consideration, Zhang Feng had to work hard to find a way to save his life.

He pondered for a while and said, "It's not that there are no solutions, it just depends on whether you are willing to do it. If you want to survive in this situation, you must take a lot of risks."

Zhang Feng just said that he had a way, when Panmen Sect Master, Zhong Qinglei, Zhang Qin and the others suddenly lit up.

While they continued to instill energy into the branch, they ran over and surrounded Zhang Feng.

At this moment, Zhang Feng, who has already figured out a way, seems to be the sweet pastry in their eyes.