"It felt even more dangerous than the Eastern Emperor's Battle Intent just now! And it seemed capable of controlling every Heroic Spirit in this ancient battlefield!"
Yang Jian spoke.
Sure enough, the moment the Imperial Robe Heroic Spirit lowered its war halberd—
Wooooo—!
The Bone Horn sounded again, growing more urgent and filled with murderous intent!
Rumble!
Across the Crimson Plain, the countless Ancient Heroic Spirit Army's originally hollow eyes instantly lit up with scarlet radiance!
"Kill!"
"Kill!"
"Kill!"
The earth-shaking cries of slaughter converged into terrifying sound waves that burst straight through the spatial rift, churning the Borderless Army's blood and qi and shaking their formation!
The next second, those Heroic Spirits surged forward like a breached dam. Treading across the burning earth, they transformed into torrents of blood-colored light and madly poured toward the spatial rift!
They had no physical bodies, but the Damaged Weapons in their hands glimmered with a ghostly light capable of tearing souls apart!
There were simply too many of them! They were practically endless!
"Fuck! How the hell are we supposed to fight this?"
Nezha let out a strange cry, spinning his Fire-Tipped Spear in a flourish as he stood ready for battle.
"Form the formation! Defend!" Zhang Yanxin roared himself hoarse as the Black Tortoise Battle Formation blazed with light.
Lu Chen's gaze was icy. He knew they had to block this first wave of impact. Otherwise, if the army's formation fell apart, the consequences would be disastrous.
"Wukong! Yang Jian! Nezha! Ao Bing! Follow me! Plug the gap!"
"Willow God, prepare area healing! Yang Mei, stabilize the Space Channel—don't let it collapse! Bajie, Old Sha, lead the troops and protect both flanks!"
"Beat them back!"
The orders were issued in an instant!
"Hahaha! I've been waiting for this!" Sun Wukong roared