NOVPUBCould it be...
that this person still has a trick up his sleeve?
Zou Hu's plan for a swift and decisive victory had fallen through, and he grew increasingly anxious in his heart. Knowing that if he delayed a few more turns, his opponent might become even more troublesome, he resolved to make a painful sacrifice to kill the opponent at all costs.
But it was at this moment.
Above the heavenly dome,
a figure in a long robe flew on a sword.
Han Xiang!
"Han Dao You?!"
Overjoyed beyond measure, Zou Hu hastened to shout, "This child is an extreme fiend; Daoist friend, assist me!"
In midair,
Han Xiang overlooked the situation in Wu City, as well as the formation maintained by Hongze Camp even while laying siege.
A gale sandstorm, subtly merging with the earth dragon, influencing the heavenly phenomena and terrain, most suitable for assaulting and pushing against the city.
The Heavenly Book Array!
Indeed, it had been brought out for use in this place.
What surprised Han Xiang the most was that the person in the white robe, at Martial Saint Realm, was actually fighting on par with one from the True Power Realm. If he had arrived a moment later, there might have really been a chance for the opponent to kill across realms and successfully capture Wu City.
Fortunately,
everything was still in time!
The one in the white robe!
He was ultimately taking risks!
A Military Family that gambles with danger will one day fall completely, dying without a place for burial!
"Hum——"
In flight,
Han Xiang had already begun sealing and casting spells, talismans transforming into streaks of light merging into the sword radiating cold gleam. Dharma seals echoed with the inscriptions on the sword, with the sword light swelling continuously.
To strike,
was to unleash full power!
If indeed
the one in the white robe possessed the bizarre constitution of "growing stronger with each battle,"
then one could not afford to give him the chance to continue the fight.
After all, he was from the Transcendence Realm, and already injured. If he and Zou Hu struck with all their might, even if they couldn't kill him, they could still render him incapable of resistance.
"Zou Dao You, strike now!"
As Han Xiang continued to channel mana for the sword energy, he did not forget to remind.
Without needing his prompt, Zou Hu was already charging towards the white robe, his right fist gathering power, with the divine might of the Vajra Circle flashing gold and purple.
Neither of them wasted any words.
They only wanted to swiftly slay the formidable white robe!
"Damn it!"
Watching this scene, Wang Zhi, who was entangled with a Qi Refining Middle Stage Practitioner, directly traded injury for injury, cleaving the cultivator in two with a single strike, then stepping on Zhu Tong's shoulder, he leapt up, layers of True Qi stacking, and the Mo Blade trembling continuously, ready to intercept the Military Immortal from Luoye Valley.
Han Xiang's mind was solely on the white robe, how could he allow for distractions?
His right hand continued to power up the flying sword, while his left hand tossed out a black chess piece.
The chess piece, the size of a fingertip, suddenly enlarged in the air, smashing down like a mountain.
Wang Zhi spat out blood on the spot and crashed back into the chaotic army.
From then on,
no one else could stop their pincer attack.
After gathering full power,
Han Xiang hovered above Wu City, with the sword light pouring down like a galaxy.
One sword, tore through the sandstorm shrouding the city, creating a gap as if splitting the heavens!
On the other side,
Zou Hu's Sealing Demon Fist also smashed down mightily, with the force to split the earth!
Opening the heavens, cleaving the earth!
One after the other,
in an instant, all landed on the city wall, and on the body of the white robe.
"Boom rumble!"
Mana and True Power intersected and surged, coupled with the Qiankun Earth and River Earth Dragon formation, the city wall, which had already suffered severe damage, could no longer hold and collapsed around the white robe as the center, creating a chasm-like gap.
At the edge of this chasm, first several large bricks fell from the wall, followed rapidly by spreading collapse, with bricks continuously breaking off and falling.
Countless fragments of stone from high places crashed down, the impact noise deafening, the ground trembling violently and wailing, gravel flying in the air, debris splashing in all directions, and the city wall, as if torn apart by a remorseless giant hand, was reduced to a ruin of despair in an instant.
The entire northern wall,
had collapsed!
Countless soldiers fell in the process, either dying on the spot or turning into flesh paste beneath the crushing boulders.
The battlefield, which had been bursting with the roar of combat, suddenly quieted down.
"Huff—"
Above the ruined walls, the divine glow of the Vajra Bracelets on Zou Hu's wrists gradually dimmed; facing the fog-like dust at his feet, he took a long, heavy breath.
It was finally over.
As a Martial Cultivator himself, he had experienced countless skirmishes, big and small, but he had never encountered such a tenacious opponent; suppressing an entire realm of power had been so difficult.
"The White Robe is dead!"
Zou Hu's voice boomed like thunder, "You all might as well surrender without a fight, perhaps you can still save your lives!"
"General?!"
"General?!"
"..."
The soldiers of the Hongze Camp witnessed this spectacle.
Far from falling into panic and collapse, their killing intent actually soared several times over in a short period.
"Ah—"
"Fuck your ancestors!"
"Brothers, let's go all out against them!"
"..."
Just then,
the soldiers of the Hongze Camp completely entered a berserk state; disregarding everything, they gripped their weapons, maintained their formation, and charged towards the True Power Warriors!
Sun Buqi, Yu Ji, Yu Lie, Chu Shixiong, Xia Cong...
Not a single one.
Moved back half a step!
"What's going on?!"
Zou Hu's eyes widened in disbelief.
In matters of war, shouldn't the army immediately collapse after the death of the Commanding General?!
How could there be an army
capable of not breaking even in death?!
Are these mere mortals?!
Could mortals possess such a willpower?!
"Good!"
After a brief moment of shock, a fierce killing intent surged within Zou Hu.
The White Robe was dead.
There was no longer any threat.
What followed was nothing but a one-sided massacre.
"Zou, hurry, he's not dead yet!"
However, at that moment,
the voice of Han Xiang rang out again.
In fact,
from the collapse of the city wall to now, only a few breaths of time had passed, it hadn't been long at all.
Han Xiang had never let down his vigilance, and he was already fully charged again.
"Not dead?!"
Zou Hu looked down again.
Amidst the flying dust and debris from the ruins, a figure could be faintly made out, kneeling on one knee.
If it wasn't Chen Sansi, who else could it be?
He was holding the Longdan Bright Silver Spear, slowly rising in the storm, the white robe fluttering wildly in the gale, his expression obscured by the dust.
One could only witness waves of indescribable power
rising from Chen Sansi's body.
He spoke, his voice like that of a deity, trembling the heavens and the earth.
"Fire—"
"Element!!!"
Fire Element!
Amidst the gray haze and pervasive dust and stones, from the eyes of the White Robe, even from all his orifices, suddenly burst forth intense flames that twisted, writhed, and leaped nonstop before rapidly spreading to encompass the Silver Dragon Spear.
Within the dust, with flames winding around him, he was like the Fire God descending, diabolic and divine!
Breaking through True Power!
Dragon Scripture, Fire Element!
