Chapter 301
On the city wall, the shriek of the Rongyuan army's crossbow echoed once more, slicing through the battlefield and creating a brief vacuum for the enemy reinforcements rushing to aid.
“Li Shaoxia! My brothers will follow you from now on. Can you handle it?”
Qu Sheng's voice boomed like thunder as he joined forces with Li Mo.
“I can handle it!”
Li Mo exhaled a breath that seemed to burn with intensity, responding without looking back.
But soon, a flicker of doubt crossed his mind.
His troops were with him.
What about Commander Qu?
The battlefield had entered a fever pitch, transforming into a grinding mill of flesh and blood.
Every moment, lives were crushed to dust.
It was getting closer.
The black-scaled dragon led by Li Mo had surpassed a hundred, becoming a sharp blade thrust into the enemy ranks, determined to pierce through.
His fighting spirit surged.
A one-man army, with sufficient armor, had the right to traverse the battlefield.
“Could he really break through to the center of the army?”
“That divine will…”
Han Zhen’s arm was completely drenched in blood.
A figure in the Observation Realm had truly endured the might of a hundred armored soldiers.
Did he not know fatigue?
What baffled Han Zhen even more was that divine will’s phantom.
That aura, capable of tearing through heaven and earth, was no mere illusion.
A manifestation of the Great Dao.
Was it a monkey clad in golden chainmail, wielding an iron rod?
He had never heard of such a thing in his thousands of years of experience.
Where did this manifestation of the Great Dao come from?
It was this very figure that fueled his fighting spirit, making him braver with each battle, transforming him into a one-man army.
“We need to prepare early,”
Han Zhen muttered to himself, then shouted:
“What are you waiting for? Get moving!”
“Whoever kills this kid will be at the forefront of the Bronze Tree! They’ll enjoy the worship of all beings!”
Boom—
The sound reverberated.
The disaster beasts entering the fray finally ceased their observation.
With great rewards come brave men.
This principle also applied to these once-noble disaster beasts.
Chapter 327: The Return of the Soul, the Great Sage’s Phantom, Han Zhen’s Death
From the chaos of the battlefield, a series of ferocious roars erupted, echoing from ancient times to the present.
Dozens of terrifying disaster beasts crossed the battlefield, many of them great demons, and even a few demon kings!
The nine-headed bird was surrounded by dark clouds; as its wings flapped, one could faintly hear the howling of vengeful winds and the moans of wronged souls. The earth trembled, the ground rolled, as a great demon moved beneath the surface; a fierce wind whipped up boundless chaos, ravaging the battlefield.
“Hahaha, that kid is mine!”
“These humans are so weak; they can’t even muster a bit of spirit. They still need us!”
“Leave me a piece of flesh; I want to see if his fire-forged golden body is as crunchy as it looks!”
The high-ranking disaster beasts among them were capable of wreaking havoc, toppling cities and destroying nations.
Now they surged forth, indiscriminately crushing everything in their path.
This ‘reinforcement’ arrived at a heavy cost to the enemy.
It was a scene reminiscent of the apocalypse.
Even the Qingmu guards on the city wall couldn’t help but exchange glances, seeing the wavering in each other’s eyes.
“If the disaster beasts had attacked like this from the start, would we have already been crushed?”
“Can Li Shaoxia and Commander Qu break through such a siege?”
“I just shot an arrow; it could pierce even blue stone, but before it even reached that great wind, it was blown away like a piece of dry grass.”
“Can we still win?”
High-ranking disaster beasts seemed to carry an innate intimidation over the human race.
This was why they had long been revered as deities, and the result of their reign over all beings.
Once they appeared, it signified immense disaster.
They were the source of calamity, the embodiment of fear.
It’s worth noting that many among the Qingmu guards were locally recruited, and their fear of the disaster beasts was ingrained in their bones.
“Li Shaoxia is still fighting in the thick of it, and you’re here talking about giving up?!”
Wu Lang, missing a few teeth and bleeding profusely, spoke with a voice that barely held together.
He scanned the crowd, forcing some of the fearful soldiers to lower their heads, halting the spread of panic.
“There’s always a way out.”
“I haven’t run yet; what are you afraid of?!”
Huang Donglai appeared on the wall, looking worn and weary. He had been pondering for a long time, thinking about what Li would do in this situation.
“If we could shoot the Thunderfire Pills tied to crossbow bolts…”
“Even if the bolts don’t hit the enemy, the explosions would still have some effect.”
After Huang Donglai spoke, Wu Lang’s eyes lit up.
But they searched for a long time.
Hmm?
Where were the remaining Thunderfire Pills?
“Li Shaoxia, just keep moving forward.”
Qu Sheng, riding the Snow-White Dragon, began to emanate an aura of the external scene.
The internal scene could form a domain.
The external scene, however, could truly release the visions within one’s heart, influencing heaven and earth.
Li Mo stared blankly, watching Qu Sheng speak, his wild black hair suddenly dusted with frost.
“Who says a general’s achievements don’t remember the names of the fallen?”
“I remember.”
Qu Sheng remembered every comrade who had died.
He had grown up in poverty and joined the army early, starting as a child soldier, tasked with collecting the dead and cleaning the battlefield.
This was actually a lucrative job; anything he could secretly stash away from the corpses was a bonus, and as long as the sergeant received his share, he would turn a blind eye.
But perhaps it was just bad luck.
Many times, while collecting bodies, he encountered those who were still clinging to life.
Because of this, he learned many dying secrets, and his realm advanced rapidly. Knowing the reasons behind many deaths allowed him to survive on the battlefield.
He thus remembered many names.
Those names, many of which weren’t even on the casualty lists.
He had heard a saying countless times:
“Take my share and live on.”
Later, Qu became Qu Warrant Officer, Qu Sergeant, Qu Captain.
He reached the Observation Realm, and everything fell into place.
The final gifts from his fallen comrades had forged the great leader of Qingmu today.
One, dozens, hundreds, thousands of hoofbeats transformed from sparse to a torrential storm. Without his troops, Qu Sheng found himself once again accompanied by a thousand soldiers.
Those who had long since passed transformed into bloodied battle spirits, standing behind him once more.
Souls, return!
This was his external scene.
“Today, I go to death with you all; it’s one of my greatest regrets in life!”
“Shall we go to the Yellow Springs together?!”
Qingmu Commander Qu Sheng summoned over fifty thousand battle spirits.
He was a divine general of the present age!
The torrent of battle spirits swept across the battlefield, the dead shedding their armor to clash violently with the tide of disaster beasts.
The disaster beasts were fierce, but the battle spirits had long since died; how could they be described as fearless?
They even carried Thunderfire Pills!
When their forms were about to dissipate, they would leap onto the disaster beasts and self-detonate!
In an instant, those high-ranking disaster beasts found their momentum forcibly halted.
“Commander!”
Li Mo rode atop the Cloud Horse.
Silently, he switched to another hammer identical to the one before, unnoticed by anyone.
A one-man army could bear the weight of a hundred armored soldiers.
What if he added the power of the world?
The power of the world had long since transformed; with his realm’s enhancement, it could no longer be called a seed of the world but had become a nascent small world.
He was still not at the internal scene, unable to project it outward.
However, merely tapping into its power was already a force of overwhelming might.
Li Mo said nothing, bearing the weight of these two powers. Even his formidable physique began to show signs of strain.
At this moment, he had only one target in his eyes.
“Han Zhen!”
A disaster beast demon blocking his path was shattered in an instant.
His body, once glowing with a glassy golden light, burst forth from the blood mist.
At this moment, all the totems around him dimmed under the weight of the phantom above his head.
The battlefield fell silent.
Suddenly, there was nothing in front of him, as no enemy dared to stand in his way; even the aura he exuded was enough to terrify those so-called warriors.
Gods?
Even gods could die.
When the deities, once seen as omnipotent and controlling calamities, were blocked and killed, faith crumbled alongside them.
It was unclear who fled first.
But soon, a chain reaction ensued, leading to a complete rout.
“I didn’t expect you to actually make it to me.”
“What is this power?”
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