Legend of the Great Sage

eir protective arcane treasures managed to hold off the attack, launching them away violently.

Only a burly direct disciple that rode a pi bear raised a black, heavy Shield of Solemnity, blocking the blast forcefully.

Dai Mengfan warned him.
“Junior brother Pi, don’t bite off more than you can chew!”

However, it was already too late.
“Taowu” narrowed his eyes.
The dark-red beam of light directly shrank to the size of a bucket, immediately piercing the shield.

The direct disciple lowered his head slowly.
A great hole had appeared in his chest, and even his Yang Soul had been pierced.
Right when the bear pi under him let out a miserable groan, the beam of light swept down and split it in half.
The human and bear corpses fell out of the air together.

A second direct disciple had died, together with a Daemon Sovereign mount.
Three powerful existences that had undergone the fifth heavenly tribulation had been butchered like dogs and pigs.

The direct disciples felt like they were about to go insane, or perhaps they had already gone insane.
All of their hopes shattered.
The intensity and horrors of war surpassed their imaginations.

This was not a duel where they had various life-preserving measures available to them, where they could flee with their Yang Soul if they really ran out of choices.
This was war.
No one was absolutely safe.
Even Human Sovereigns could be killed easily.
“Taowu” only had to gaze at any single one of them earlier, and none of them could say they would definitely be able to survive.

Fear gripped everyone.
Suddenly, there was a flash of golden light.
“Taowu” lowered his head, only to see the colossal blade in the Xuanwu Army God’s hand piercing his abdomen.
The blade qi erupted immediately, and the two clusters of army qi collided violently.

Within the deafening war drums, the Xuanwu army charged into the demonfolk camp.
The demonfolk had mobilised their armies as well to receive the enemy.
Unlike the silence of the human soldiers, the demonfolk roared away hoarsely.
Their battle cries boomed through the air, engaging the human soldiers.

With the whistling winds, they rapidly drew closer to one another.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

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On the uneven land, floods of metal collided.
They swung down with their weapons as spears stood like forests and crossbow bolts filled the air.
The cold weapons furiously reaped at the flesh.

Blood dyed the land red very soon.
A long, red “line” rapidly expanded.

Every front line was a hunting ground where the teeth of the giant beasts of war collided.
No one retreated, whether they were frenzied demonfolk or silent humans.
They all plunged their weapons into their enemy as hard as they could before being cut down by enemies that appeared after them.

The demonfolk had an army of several million, so they possessed an absolute advantage in numbers, and they were particularly fierce and frenzied, basically charging towards the Xuanwu army while asking to be killed.

However, the Xuanwu army possessed better prowess on the battlefield.
Five soldiers formed a group of five, led by a five-man squad leader.
Ten soldiers formed a squad of ten, led by a ten-man squad leader.
A hundred men formed a squadron, led by a squadron leader.

Their arrangements were clear and distinct, and they worked together.
Under the lead of the commandants, colonels, and lieutenants, they constantly pushed forwards with the determination to die.
A shadow swayed in all of their hearts.

The flood of metal advanced like it was unstoppable, slaughtering and swallowing all the demonfolk they encountered.
They were constantly cut down as well.
With every passing moment, people fell.

There was no objective and no end.
There was only a single belief, a roar, “Advance!”

In the mad slaughter, their army qi burned like fire.
It did not weaken with their deaths in battle.
Instead, the Xuanwu Army Qi swelled up even more as its tattered cape fluttered in the air, doing its best to push its giant blade even deeper.

A giant, black hand fell down, grabbing the Xuanwu Army God’s head.
“Taowu” had become even larger than before.

“An ant trying to shake a tree, a completely futile effort!”

The Xuanwu Army God’s helmet twisted and collapsed in the hand, revealing a cold expression similar to Li Qingshan’s.
The drumming of horse hooves became deafening.

In the distance, the glow of fire filled the air as an army of thousands surged.
A knight of scorching fire rode over on a fine steed.

The Scorching Fire Army God!