A thousand streams of air, like great dragons, a hundred boats racing in the current, pounced upon the army ahead.
Thunderous footsteps echoed across the battlefield.
The sound was so loud that even amid a battlefield filled with endless cries of slaughter, the people nearby heard it.
Many instinctively looked toward where the sound had come from.
Then:
They saw a young man bristling with banners, leading a ten-million-strong cannon fodder army in a savage charge.
This young man seemed to fear that outsiders would fail to notice him. He had actually grown seven or eight meters tall, with eight black banners planted in his back.
On a battlefield, being this conspicuous—was he tired of living too long?
Many merely found Chu Qing familiar, but before they could think of who he was, they were dragged back into the slaughter.
Others recognized Chu Qing at a glance.
Though they had never met Chu Qing, they had heard of him.
They knew even more of this man's deeds.
"Why is he here?"
Those who knew Chu Qing immediately felt their hearts race and their pupils constrict.
"Hadn't this man just obtained the Overlord title and phenomenon? Instead of forging his phenomenon, he came to the battlefield to throw his life away?"
They knew Chu Qing was terrifying.
But they knew the battlefield was even more terrifying.
On a battlefield of superpowers like this, it did not matter whether one was an unparalleled prodigy or a heaven-blessed genius. Once targeted, one would surely die.
Normally, Chu Qing should never have come here.
On a battlefield of this scale, he could not possibly unleash his terror.
"Since you want to come here and die, then die!"
Within the Heavenly Court legion, a youth rode a mythical Hou.
He looked like a youth, but