A magnificent rout.
It unfolded across the Ancient Battlefield of the wilderness with earth-shaking fervor.
Strange celestial phenomena, a bandit star falling.
As crimson mountains crashed down one after another, shattering the pillar of heaven and grinding countless comrades into pulp, the mental defenses of a million soldiers completely collapsed.
The sounds of weapons snapping and armor falling mingled with the thunderous roar of Thunderous Roar and falling star fragments, churning the mountains and rivers upside down and splitting heaven and earth apart.
The twenty thousand cavalry led by white robes and white horses also descended amid countless crimson star fragments, charging into the enemy ranks through the chaos.
Nearly a hundred li away, the eighty thousand defenders within Kunyang City also charged forth hysterically. Every soldier had bloodshot eyes and entered a berserk state.
The imperial army's formation was in disarray, its troops trampling one another. Their minds knew only that "our army has been defeated," their eyes saw only the heaven-sent spectacle of stars falling upon the wilderness. How could they retain even the slightest will to resist, much less obey any command?
They cared only for fleeing with their lives, like startled birds and beasts.
Though the enemy was numerous, at this moment, the battlefield had become a one-sided slaughter—
Amid the chaos.
Lu Ji raised a hand, and an enormous altar descended from the sky. He stepped atop an Incense Artifact, wrapped in billowing violet qi, wielding the sharp Fang Tian Hua Ji as he endlessly reaped enemy lives.
Behind that burly figure, a twisted shrine faintly emerged before turning into purple light and pouring over his head. His face warped along with it, and his pupils became blank, as if he no longer possessed his own consciousness.
"Eldest Brother?!"
Nie Yuan, who had been stirring