Ling Xiao's lips slowly curved into a bloodthirsty smile as he saw this. "Perfect timing!"
He knew clearly that if he could annihilate the Burning Flame Guard in this battle, his prestige within the army would reach a new height.
One had to know that the Burning Flame Guard was the elite force of the Yantian Sect, with all members being death warriors who cultivated the Quick Success Cultivation Method, each with considerable cultivation.
Just as Ling Xiao was about to decisively order a charge, another deputy general quietly approached him and whispered in his ear, "Your Highness, His Majesty has contacted me. It seems he wishes to know your next plans..."
Ling Xiao's pupils contracted slightly upon hearing this.
This subordinate general was actually the Thousand-Faced Illusion Lord in disguise!
Ling Cangqiong had always believed he had subdued the Thousand-Faced Illusion Lord long ago, but he never expected that a secret control technique had been planted in him when he infiltrated the Nine Nether Sect...
"That old geezer, hmph!" Ling Xiao snorted coldly, a sinister glint flashing in his eyes. He impatiently asked, "Where is my elder brother?"
"Where is my elder brother?" he pressed again.
He was suddenly inquiring about Ling Tian's whereabouts.
The deputy general, disguised as the Thousand-Faced Illusion Lord, suddenly trembled slightly, let out a muffled groan, and a strange black mist appeared in his pupils as he slowly said, "The First Prince... is at Falling Phoenix Slope..."
"Falling Phoenix Slope?" Ling Xiao gently swayed the tip of his spear, a meaningful smile tugging at his lips. "A good place."
At this moment, the Burning Flame Guard had already arrived menacingly.
However, the perceptive Ling Xiao instantly sensed that this batch of Burning Flame Guards was not the elite force in the truest sense.
"Change formation, Crane Wing," Ling Xiao commanded.
In an instant, the three thousand armored soldiers moved in unison, rapidly deploying. The original "Heavenly Dipper Battle Array" instantly transformed into a giant steel crane with wings spread as if about to take flight.
And amidst this tense situation, no one noticed that Ling Xiao's left hand, hidden behind his back, was secretly forming a strange hand seal—the "Soul Guiding Seal"!
Immediately after, he forcefully raised his long spear high, and a blood-red signal arrow shot straight into the sky.
While this appeared to be the signal for a full-scale assault, the Nine Nether Soul Guiding Curse hidden within the arrow had already silently infiltrated the bodies of every Burning Flame Guard.
"Kill!"
With this order, the two armies instantly clashed.
Just then, a strange thing happened. The Burning Flame Guards, who should have been ferociously attacking, suddenly became sluggish. Black veins began to appear on their skin beneath their crimson armor.
The Black Armored Army soldiers in the front row thrust their spears into the enemy formation, as if cutting through empty space!
"Your Highness's might!" The soldiers cheered, their voices echoing through the heavens.
Ling Xiao, however, sneered inwardly.
These Burning Flame Guards, controlled by the Nine Nether secret technique, were now "fleeing" in the direction of Falling Phoenix Slope under his guidance.
Thirty miles east of the battlefield lay Falling Phoenix Slope.
At this moment, Ling Tian was locked in a bitter struggle there.
The three Dharma Idol experts beside him were firmly trapped by a formation set up by the Blood Wolf Mercenary Group, and he himself was forced to the edge of a cliff, his situation precarious.
Suddenly, earth-shattering shouts of killing came from afar—it was the "fleeing" Burning Flame Guards, charging madly in his direction!
"Big Brother, be careful!" Ling Xiao's voice, carried by the din and chaos of the battlefield, reached Ling Tian's ears from afar.
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Before Ling Tian could react, the Burning Flame Guards, who were feigning a "rout," instantly self-destructed en masse like frenzied martyrs!
In an instant, a destructive force erupted. A sky full of blood mist spread like surging tides, and terrifying shockwaves swept in all directions. Wherever they reached, many cultivators from the Blood Wolf Mercenary Group and the cultivators beside Ling Tian instantly vanished under this power, turning into dust.
The blood mist churned violently, like the gaping maw of a ferocious demon.
Amidst this chilling blood mist, three black figures shot out like phantoms, their target Ling Tian's heart.
In the blink of an eye, the Nine Nether Sect's "Soul Severing Stab" was only three inches away from Ling Tian's heart!
The Nine Nether poison coated on the Soul Severing Stab emitted a cold, dark light. Its sharpness was unparalleled, and it had already lightly torn through Ling Tian's chest robe.
One had to know that the assassins of the Nine Nether Sect, each with cultivation reaching the ninth level of Divine Treasury, possessed terrifying strength.
"Bang!"
At the critical moment, the brocade pouch at Ling Tian's waist exploded like a long-dormant volcano.
Instantly, golden light erupted, like the rising sun, shining brilliantly and illuminating the battlefield shrouded in blood mist.
The mysterious seeds bestowed by Chen Lin, at this moment of life and death, suddenly transformed into Yellow Turban Warriors.
Their towering bodies rose from the ground, like five golden giant peaks, steadily protecting Ling Tian in the center.
One, two, three, four, five!
"This is..." Ling Tian's pupils contracted sharply, and five mysterious golden imprints suddenly appeared in his Spiritual Sense.
In this flash of lightning, as if divinely inspired, his mind moved slightly, and he uttered a low cry, "Suppress and kill!"
The three assassins at the ninth level of Divine Treasury were clearly caught completely off guard by this sudden turn of events. They were sent flying.
The Yellow Turban Warriors were enveloped in a true fire that seemed to originate from the core of the sun. With every step they took, their heavy footsteps caused the ground to crack as if struck by an earthquake.
The warrior at the very front suddenly swung its giant palm, swiping horizontally at the assassin on the left. This palm strike contained world-destroying power, compressing the air beneath it, creating visible ripples.
The assassin on the left didn't even have time to scream before being slammed into the rock face like a tattered rag doll.
His entire body was deeply embedded in the stone, bones shattered, life extinguished.
Seeing this, the assassin on the right inwardly cursed his bad luck. His form instantly dissolved into a mass of black smoke, attempting to escape this certain death.
However, the second guardian was already prepared, opening its mouth and spitting out a stream of golden flames.
The flames seemed alive, nimbly coiling upwards and forcefully refining the black smoke back into human form.
Trapped within the golden net of fire, the assassin let out a piercing wail. His skin cracked and split at a visible rate, and in the blink of an eye, he turned into a charred skeleton.
The assassin in the middle was the most cunning. Sensing the situation turn dire, he suddenly conjured a Ghost Face Shield, attempting to block the attack that felt like the sky collapsing and the earth cracking open.
However, the third guardian was unfazed, not dodging at all. Its bowl-sized fist, accompanied by the sound of wind and thunder, smashed down with the force of a thunderbolt.
With a "crack," the Ghost Face Shield shattered instantly, like fragile glass.
The residual force of the punch pierced directly through the assassin's chest, emerging from his back along with his shattered heart. The assassin's eyes widened, his face filled with disbelief, before he slowly fell to the ground.
Ling Xiao, at another part of the battlefield, saw all of this clearly and couldn't help but feel a flicker of surprise.
What kind of technique is this? he pondered inwardly. It seems this scheme has failed.
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