Fierce Battle
The sounds of Peking Opera, seemingly from another era, still linger in my ears.
The north wind swept across Li Mo's face, making the dark enemy formation appear like a lake with ripples, displaying the bizarre and ferocious divine Divine Intent of various Witch Spirit totems.
What happened next?
His memory was hazy, and he didn't have time to think about it anymore.
Bump--
He charged ahead, crashing into the enemy ranks. The combined power of the sixty-square army made him seem like a god. His Star Pestle stirred up a fierce wind, instantly shattering dozens of soldiers with totem power upon him, turning them into a rain of blood. Finally, he was protected by the totem of an evil tortoise Witch Spirit.
The red mist, sprinkled out, seemed to still carry a lingering warmth.
He was like a sharp spearhead, piercing fiercely into the encirclement of flesh and blood and the sharpness of soldiers, and charging toward his target.
The sounds of armor shattering, flesh and blood disintegrating, and the roars of totem Witch Spirit mingled together.
"Avenge the Young Clan Leader!"
The vine shield parted, and a figure as tall as two people rushed out. He was covered in heavy armor, and hard shells grew on his exposed parts. The evil tortoise totem from before was flashing behind him.
He is essentially Inner Scene Warrior, except that he does not have his own Inner Scene. He has dedicated everything to the Witch Spirit Witch Spirit, who is his Inner Scene.
He swung his long-handled golden mace, bringing it down with a roar from the evil tortoise.
Clang--
A metallic clang, like the earth shaking and mountains trembling, resounded.
The golden mace was smashed to pieces by forty blows, and the flying fragments pierced through dozens of rattan armors. Its owner met the same fate as Helian Wu.
Even the evil tortoise-shaped Witch Spirit Statue began to flicker fiercely.
The War Colossus doesn't move very fast.
However, four different figures blocked his way, making it impractical to go around them.
"Roar--"
One was a standing human-faced snake, another was Huodou, another was Zhuyan, and there was also the black water evil turtle from before. They each amplified the warriors of their respective tribes, and at the same time, they mechanically moved their bodies and crushed down on this group of people.
It was as if the surrounding hills had collapsed.
Their target wasn't just Li Mo, but also the Greenwood Iron Cavalry who fought alongside him.
As long as the iron cavalry is reduced in number, the military power bestowed upon him will naturally weaken. At that time, not only will he be a mere Divine Observation, but even an observer of the External Scene Realm will be surrounded and killed by the army.
"Settling the Mountains!"
Li Mo's Cloud Horse kicked up dust from its hooves, making the already slow-moving giant tortoise even slower. The Cloud Horse then charged straight up along the tortoise's pillar-like foot.
With a single hammer blow, the immense force propelled by the military formation instantly caused spiderweb-like cracks to spread across the hard bronze, from which a tremendous shockwave erupted.
This bronze statue, which has been passed down for thousands of years, utters a mournful cry of unbearable burden, as if it were about to topple mountains of gold and pillars of jade.
The shattered Power of All Living Beings transformed into streaks of black, malevolent spirits, which surged out along with the shockwave.
"The Turtle Lord's Witch Spirit Statue shattered?!"
In front of the palace, the Hundred Beast Hall Master stood with his arms crossed, his pupils trembling.
Even for a powerful cultivator at the External Scene Realm, defeating a colossal Witch Spirit elephant would not be so easy.
This kid actually absorbed the full force of those thousands of iron cavalry?
"That's not all."
Han Zhen's blood-patterned arm continuously absorbed the Blood Qi of both sides.
The combined strength of the Greenwood Iron Cavalry and the enhancement from the Killing Heavenly Sound alone wouldn't be enough to achieve this.
That kid possesses a secret no less significant than that of Ancestral Spirit!
What exactly is he trying to do?
The Great Wind Tribe's Witch Spirit's eyes flickered.
As long as the Witch Spirit exist and there is enough Power of All Living Beings, they can live forever. But if no one believes in them anymore, they will disappear.
The Eshui Turtle was originally expected to revive, but now that the Witch Spirit is broken, if the Imperial Preceptor doesn't step in to rebuild it, it may never reappear in the world.
Similarly, if it were their Witch Spirit, it would also take a hit from that kid's hammer...
It's me.
Han Zhen's face was gloomy, then he suddenly threw his head back and laughed loudly, his Blood Qi surging with laughter:
"He, a mere Divine Observation Realm, wants to... [command] amidst a vast army..."
"Kill me?!"
The avatars of the Calamity Beast changed their expressions.
If Han Zhen were to die.
Who will gather the Great Shang Kingdom? Who will repair the Bronze Divine Tree?
Many of them were awakened by Han Zhen.
His eyes reflected the fierce battle spirit that stood tall amidst the black tide, drawing ever closer and impossible to extinguish.
"Bring that brat's head back and present it to the Imperial Preceptor as a snack with his wine!"
The hideous and terrifying figures vanished into the temple.
"Turtle God!"
The warriors of the Helian tribe, their eyes bloodshot, charged forward with even greater ferocity.
There are three other War Colossus...
The scorching heat turned Li Mo's armor red, and black ghosts formed from the Power of All Living Beings constantly entangled him, only to be evaporated by his fighting spirit and the strength of the military formation, emitting piercing howls.
But he was ultimately held back by the quagmire-like Power of All Living Beings, a method that was not something a martial artist could possess, something he had never even considered before.
We can't just let Greenwood Iron Cavalry, who charged alongside him, retreat now.
For cavalry charging into battle, only death and the disruption of enemy lines can bring them to a halt.
On the city wall.
"Rongyuan Military Crossbow are ready! Clear the way for the Commander and Young Hero Li!"
Wu Lang roared, his bloodied and bone-covered hand pulling back the crossbow string, forcefully loading the last ballista.
"Put!"
At a command, the weapons unleashed sharp, piercing gusts of wind.
A strong gust of wind struck the colossal statue of the Witch Spirit, blasting out bright sparks.
This attack, while not destroying the colossus, achieved its strategic objective: to delay its descent.
And it was only this brief period of time.
Qu Sheng.
This Greenwood Commander was not wearing armor, but was dressed in a white shirt. Yet he was at the very front of his cavalry, and with each sweeping swing of his spear, the armor of everyone around him was shattered.
Upon reaching this point, the mixed cavalry and infantry formation around him also suffered heavy losses, with comrades dying every minute and every second.
However, he stared at the colossal War Colossus and suddenly spurred his horse.
The Snow-Treading White Dragon like a fleeting glimpse of a swan.
Buzz--
A spear flashed across the sky, instantly passing the most agile Zhuyan colossus, and slashed viciously at its weak point, the ankle.
Ugh!!
The giant Zhuyan statue emitted a painful bronze roar as one of its legs was forcibly swept to the ground and bent, unable to support its terrifying weight any longer.
Another War Colossus fell, and the entire battlefield suddenly trembled.
The next moment.
Zheng--
The music of the zither rang out again, and Li Mo's Greenwood Iron Cavalry, with a hundred men Square, instantly changed formation. Square seemed to transform into a giant iron scale, forming a swimming dragon.
Li Mo had only recently given Ying Bing the Black Scale Formation.
She not only mastered the Black Scale Formation, but also innovated upon it.
The dragon collided with the Human-Faced Serpent Colossus, sparks flying between its scales, and the sound of friction was almost teeth-grinding.
"Since you dare to charge into battle, then stay here!"
The Huodou beast seemed to be the most intelligent of them all, as it could even speak human language.
It had just stopped walking; what was it planning?
The bronze mouth opened.
The bronze statue of Huodou, resembling a large dog, opened its massive mouth, and flames emanated from the inscriptions on its body, eventually converging in its mouth.
Puff--
The moisture in the air evaporated instantly, and the swirling flame dragon swept backward!