Chapter 311: Rescue the Dead and Heal the Wounded
The general offensive has begun.

The Demon Realm originally wanted to launch a feint attack and put direct pressure on Earth civilization to continue the pressure in order to rescue the Dark Pixiu Saint. In addition to the members of the Pixiu clan, there are also several upper-level Demon Saints who are equivalent to the Taixu realm.

Unfortunately, the rescue team disappeared without a trace without even a splash, and the life forms of Earth civilization suddenly launched a general attack, which put them in a dilemma.

If they really wanted to fight head-on, they would need a steady supply of troops and enough high-level monks to hold them down. If they wanted to retreat, the hundreds of thousands of troops ahead would have to retreat forcibly, and the casualties in the process would be unimaginable.

"Let's fight!" shouted the eighteenth holy son of the Pixiu clan.

The True Immortals from Earth in the distance tore through space and were already close. Among them were several Half-Step Immortals. The strong men from the Demon Realm did not need to say much and immediately engaged in battle with them.

This area is too far for them to move around, so they are moving towards the galaxy. For a Half-Step Immortal, every move can shatter a planet, and the power is terrifying.

The military forces of the Earth civilization are continuously transported in through the boundary gate. Tens of thousands of starships are standing sideways. After the satellite-level naval guns are fired, the celestial demons can be blasted into pieces.

"kill!"

The combined strength of the federal army and the immortals is two to three times greater than that of the Demon Realm. When the Earth's civilization spared no effort, the outcome of the battle became immediately clear.

"Quick! Save people!"

One by one, the injured earth immortals returned carrying their seriously injured and dying companions. In the fight with the demons, they retreated at the appropriate time and did not fight to the death.

Individual flying vehicles provide impact force, throwing soldiers whose warships and fighter planes are damaged into the Heavenly Demon Realm. Individual equipment can greatly enhance their survivability.

Once the warship of an ordinary soldier is damaged in space, the probability of death is over 90%, and very few soldiers can fall into the world of celestial demons.

The medical department quickly started to operate. Liu Nan, Old Man Wei and others were responsible for treating the earthly and celestial immortals. When cultivators of this level were injured, they could usually heal themselves and it would not be a big deal. But if something happened, it would be a matter of life and death.

The people responsible for treating ordinary soldiers are also field doctors. Military doctors travel everywhere. With the development of modern medical technology, as long as the brain is not damaged and there is still a breath, they can survive with timely treatment.

"Brother Wang, come and help." Liu Nan called out hurriedly.

They had just witnessed Wang Xuan's ferocity, and now they wanted to ask why he, as a medical practitioner, was so good at fighting.

This is too unscientific.

But once the war broke out, they had to get busy. The wounded were transferred here. Some had broken bones and serious physical injuries, while others had injuries to their meridians and souls.

As for those that are not life-threatening, if the medical practitioners are too busy, they will temporarily deal with them and focus on those monks who are in critical condition. They know how to prioritize.

Wang Xuan nodded. There were hundreds of people in the medical department, and he was just one of them. Everyone had their own division of labor and needed to make their own contribution.

A wounded Earth Immortal was assigned to the team. He was a registered independent cultivator from the Tianlong team. The middle-aged man had lost his right arm and half of his chest, with his heart exposed.

He could endure the pain, and his body tissues could regenerate, but it would take a long time to repair his meridians, and his muscles and bones also needed to be carefully re-tempered before they could be restored to a level that matched his realm.

Wang Xuan casually swung the sword in his hand, and before the earth immortal could see anything clearly, the torn clothes and flesh on the wound were cleared away.

"What's your name, fellow Taoist? Anyone who can go to the battlefield is a hero. I admire you very much." Wang Xuan glanced at the wound. It was a bit serious, but he would definitely not die. All he had to do was to reduce the sequelae.

"Just call me Lao Gao." Lao Gao took a breath of cold air. He felt the pain only after leaving the battlefield. He was lucky not to have died on the battlefield.

Wang Xuan stopped the bleeding and treated Lao Gao's injuries, saying: "Use your magic power to regenerate your severed limbs, the sooner the better." "Won't a missing limb grow back slowly? It will only take a few days to heal after replenishing your qi and blood," said Lao Gao.

After a trip to the battlefield and being injured, his energy and blood were now extremely weak. It was difficult for his body to stimulate the energy and blood to regenerate his severed limbs due to the deficiency in his body.

"Don't waste even a day." Wang Xuan ordered.
Lao Gao had no choice but to obey. With his qi and blood depleted, he mobilized the essence of his blood and flesh and made the flesh at the wound start to wriggle and grow, but his face turned pale.

Upon seeing this, Wang Xuan injected a magical power into him, and immediately Lao Gao's slowly growing flesh and blood began to burst out at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In just a quarter of an hour, most of the hand had grown out.

"Brother Wang, there is a wounded soldier here with a chest injury. We are too busy to handle him, so you should take care of him." Liu Nan asked for help again.

Wang Xuan left after hearing that. Lao Gao's arm was almost healed, but it was just one fist away. The rapidly growing flesh and blood stopped abruptly here.

The magical power of creation that promotes growth has just been exhausted.

Lao Gao, who was originally ecstatic, had a sad face and chased after Wang Xuan, saying, "Doctor, I'm still one fist short."

"Take the elixir to replenish your qi and blood and let it heal slowly. You will be almost well in a day." Wang Xuan was busy saving people.

When he saw the man with chest injury, Wang Xuan finally understood why Liu Nan asked him for help, it was because the man was seriously injured.

Everything below the waist disappeared without a trace, and the two originally towering peaks were torn apart in the fight, and were now covered in blood.

"Female?" Wang Xuan frowned.

"Get me a female doctor." The injured person had a pretty face, and she must be a famous fairy. She was in such a bad state that she didn't want to have close contact with a man. If the news got out, her reputation would be damaged.

Wang Xuan nodded, turned around and said loudly: "Tiger sister, come here!" The voice spread, and in less than ten seconds a tall and fat young woman came over.

"Your magic power is very suitable for restoring qi and blood and repairing wounds. Help this fairy and give her a graceful figure again." Wang Xuan said.

Tiger Girl looks fat because of her special martial arts, but she was originally a beauty. After seeing Wang Xuan treating injuries with her own eyes, she revered him like an idol.

"Okay, Brother Wang, you take a rest first, let me take over." Tiger Sister rolled up her sleeves and took out dozens of bottles and jars filled with various pills. The smell was very strange.

Seeing Tiger Girl's attitude, the female fairy frowned and asked, "How good are you and him in medicine? Who is better?"

“Of course, Big Brother Wang is stronger. He is a hundred times stronger than me. He only needs one hand to heal injuries, and most injuries can be healed quickly.

For an injury like yours, even if I give you a large amount of elixirs, stimulate you with medical power, and assist with secret techniques, it will still take ten days for you to recover.

If Brother Wang takes action, and if he is happy, you might be alive and kicking in a quarter of an hour."

As she spoke, Tiger Girl pointed at Lao Gao. Although he lost a fist, he was still able to jump around and visit his injured comrades.

The fairy's face froze. She glanced at Tiger Sister, then at Wang Xuan, feeling a little embarrassed.

　It is really a thankless task to describe group photos and wars without a protagonist. It is difficult to write and will also cause subscriptions to drop, so I will just write less.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)