Soul, Return! Great Sage Phantom, Han Zhen Dies!

Behind the chaotic battlefield, a series of ferocious roars resounded, as if echoing from an extremely ancient era.

Dozens of terrifying Calamity Beast traversed the battlefield, many of them powerful demons, and even a few demon kings!

Dark clouds swirled around the Nine-Headed Bird, and with each flap of its wings, the howling of eerie winds and the groans of wronged souls could be faintly heard; the earth's veins trembled, and the land churned, as if a great demon was traversing underground; a fierce wind whipped up boundless gales, ravaging the battlefield...

"Hahaha, that kid is mine!"

"These humans are so weak, they can't even be swayed by this little bit of spirit. We still have to rely on them."

"Leave me a bite of flesh and blood, I want to taste his fire-forged golden body and see if it's crunchy!"

The high-ranking beings among these Calamity Beasts are all capable of wreaking havoc on Square and destroying cities and countries.

At this moment, it surged forth, indiscriminately indiscriminate in its passage, crushing anything that existed in its path.

The arrival of these 'reinforcements' resulted in the enemy Square paying a heavy price first.

The scene was reminiscent of the apocalypse.

Even the Greenwood garrison on the city wall couldn't help but look at each other, seeing the wavering in each other's eyes.

"If the first Calamity Beast attacks the city like this, wouldn't we... have already been utterly crushed?"

"Young Hero Li and Commander Qu, are you going to break through this encirclement?"

"I just fired an arrow, an arrow that could pierce even bluestone, but before it even hit the wind, it was blown away like a withered blade of grass..."

"Can we... still win?"

High-grade Calamity Beast seem to have a natural deterrent effect on the human race.

This is both the reason and the result that they have been above all living beings and revered as gods for many years.

Their appearance symbolizes immense disaster.

They are the root of disaster and the embodiment of fear.

It should be Greenwood were recruited locally, and their fear of the Calamity Beast was ingrained in their very bones.

"Young Hero Li is still fighting on the front lines, what discouraging things are you saying behind his back?!"

Wu Lang was missing several teeth, his mouth was dripping with blood, and he could barely speak.

He glanced around, causing some of the fearful soldiers to lower their heads and preventing the panic from spreading.

There's always a way out.

"I haven't even run away yet, what are you afraid of?!"

Huang Donglai appeared on the wall, looking travel-worn. He had been pondering for a long time, wondering what Brother Li would do now.

"If we were to attach the Thunderfire Pill to a crossbow bolt and fire it..."

Even if the crossbow bolts can't hurt the enemy, the explosion will at least have some effect.

Huang Donglai speaking, Wu Lang's eyes lit up.

However, they searched for a long time.

What about the remaining Thunderfire Pill?

"Young Hero Li, just keep moving forward."

Qu Sheng rode the Snow-Treading White Dragon, and the aura of the External Scene Realm began to emanate from his body.

Inner Scene can create a sense of space.

External Scene Realm, on the other hand, allow one to truly express the vision in their heart and influence the world.

Li Mo stared blankly as he saw Qu Sheng speaking, his wildly dancing black hair suddenly turning frost-like.

Who says that a general's success is forgotten, even if it means sacrificing his life for the dead?

"I remember..."

Qu Sheng remembers every single one of his fallen comrades.

He came from a poor family and joined the army at a young age. He started as a child soldier and his job on the battlefield was to collect corpses and clean up the battlefield.

This was actually a lucrative job. You could secretly hide some of the stuff you took from the corpses, and as long as the Squad Leader received a bribe, he would turn a blind eye.

But it was probably just bad luck.

He encountered people who were still alive on many occasions when he picked up corpses.

He thus learned many people's dying secrets, which led to a rapid advancement in his spiritual realm. Knowing the reasons why many people died on the battlefield actually allowed him to survive by crawling and fighting on the battlefield.

He thus remembered many people's names.

Many of those names weren't even on the list of the dead.

There was a phrase he had heard countless times:

"Let's live on, carrying my share with us."

Later, Qu Wazi became Sergeant Qu, then Platoon Squad Leader Qu, then Battalion Commander Qu...

He Divine Observation, and everything fell into place naturally.

The gifts of his comrades on their deathbeds have shaped the Greenwood Commander he is today.

One, dozens, hundreds, thousands... The sound of hooves went from sparse to like a sudden storm. Qu Sheng, who had lost his retainers, was once again surrounded by thousands of troops.

Those who had long since perished transformed into blood-soaked War Soul, standing once more behind him.

O soul, return!

This is his External Scene Realm.

"To die alongside you all today would be the greatest regret of my life!"

"How about we go to the underworld together?!"

Commander Greenwood led Qu Sheng and recruited over 50,000 War Soul soldiers.

A divine general of this era!

A torrent of War Soul swept across the battlefield, and the dead, along with their leaders who had removed their armor, collided violently with the horde of Calamity Beast.

The Calamity Beast were ferocious, but the War Soul were already dead; how could they be described as merely fearless?

They even carried Thunderfire Pill!

When its body is about to disintegrate, it will pounce on the Calamity Beast and detonate itself!

For a time, the momentum of those high-grade Calamity Beast was actually halted.

"Commander..."

Li Mo rode on Cloud Horse.

Silently, he switched to a hammer exactly the same as before, without anyone noticing.

A weapon capable of defeating ten thousand men can accommodate hundreds of soldiers and armor.

What if we add the power of the world to that?

The power of the world today is vastly different from what it once was. With the increase in his realm, it can no longer be called World Seed; it can now be called a nascent Small World.

He hadn't yet reached the Inner Scene, so he couldn't project it out.

However, simply using its power is already an overwhelming and immense force.

Li Mo remained silent, bearing the weight of these two forces. Even with his formidable physique, there were faint signs that he was about to be overwhelmed.

At that moment, he had only one goal in mind.

"Han Zhen!"

A powerful, monstrous Calamity Beast that was blocking their path and had no time to dodge was utterly shattered.

The Glazed Golden Light emanating from his body vanished, and he emerged from the blood mist.

At this moment, all the totems around him were dimmed by the illusory figure above his head.

The battlefield fell silent.

Suddenly, the space in front of him was empty, because no enemy dared to stand in his way. This aura alone was enough to terrify those so-called warriors.

Gods?

Even gods die.

When the omnipotent gods who controlled natural disasters in their eyes were blocked or killed, their faith collapsed.

It's unclear who was the first to start running away.

But this immediately triggered a chain reaction, resulting in utter defeat.

"I didn't expect... you actually managed to get to me."

"What kind of power is this...?"

Han Zhen felt a chill run down his spine and panicked, unable to maintain his composure as the Imperial Preceptor.

But he knew he couldn't escape.

Running away will only hasten your death.

"But the blood sacrifice isn't enough..."

That blood-red arm, with its eerily open palm and gaping maw, wriggled uncontrollably and bit into Han Zhen's abdomen.

Han Zhen's face turned pale.

He had one of his internal organs swallowed.

He formed an ancient hand seal, Bronze Divine Tree behind him collapsed and disappeared, while a blood-red shadow emerged from it.

Han Zhen held the sky in mid-air with his arms outstretched, a morbidly fanatical smile on his face:

"The Blood God me eternal life, how can you possibly kill me?!"

"I am the Great Shang Imperial Preceptor! And you... are merely a guardian of the imperial tomb..."

A terrifying and ancient aura descended.

A sea of crimson gradually enveloped Han Zhen.

It was as if something was descending through him.

In the Unseen, a gaze was fixed on Li Mo, filled with boundless malice and greed.

"The Great Shang Imperial Preceptor?"

Li Mo stared straight ahead at the figure who seemed to think he was the ruler of heaven and earth, someone who had once held the Great Dao and was second only to one person.

He spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva.

Fuck you!

Rumble--

The Calamity Meteor Hammer roared with excitement, Hammer Treasure could finally hammer away at whatever it wanted, like a vortex that swallowed up all power without hesitation.

"Die!"

Han Zhen faced the blow head-on, every inch of his skin peeling away, revealing the flesh beneath.

He no longer had the space to use any Secret Method.

Same.

For a short time, Li Mo will also be unable to use that invulnerable and indestructible Glazed Golden Light!

"As long as we can withstand this hammer blow..."

The blood-red shadow behind Han Zhen let out a restless roar.

That strong, abnormal arm, having completely devoured the boundless Blood Qi, strangely detached itself from Han Zhen's shoulder and began to grow endlessly.

Then it transformed into layers of fleshy cocoons, enveloping him completely.

Li Mo will not stop, nor is it possible for him to stop.

Eighty has arrived as scheduled!

Why are the stars getting closer?

No, it's not that the stars are closer.

The sky has fallen!

Heaven-Flipping Hammer!

The power of the military formation, the Heaven-Equalizing Battle Secret, seven Profound Pills, the power of the world... all of these were now concentrated on this single hammer.

Boom--

The massive cocoon of flesh and blood was instantly obliterated, and Han Zhen, who was trapped inside, was violently thrown out. He was still in disbelief in mid-air.

In a daze, Li Mo's mind merged with the Divine Intent behind him, which seemed to fight against heaven and earth, and it obscured him.

The Blood God phantom behind Han Zhen evaporated completely, as if it were dew in the morning sun.

"Blood Phoenix Essence... Ancestral Spirit... Blood God... Save me!"

Han Zhen's fear was pointless.

His determination to restore his country was not firm; all he had was the ambition to make a comeback under the guise of restoring the country, but all of that vanished under this hammer blow.

The air on the battlefield seemed to freeze.

Han Zhen.

Li Mo watched as the other party vanished.

Finally, unable to stop the blackout from spreading before his eyes, he managed to put the Hammer Treasure away, but dared not let out a sigh of relief.

He accomplished the feat of taking down an entire army.

But he was still amidst a vast army.

A pack of wolves was lurking around.

But now, besides being able to stand up with difficulty, Little Li can't even move a finger, let alone summon the Somersault Cloud.

My liver hurts, I'm begging you viewers to give me some money.