The battle was still raging.
Shouts of slaughter and cries of agony rose without end.
As the war dragged on, the alliance's various hidden strengths were constantly being revealed.
Amid conditions where people were practically shoulder to shoulder, packed together like sardines, the power the divine thunder could unleash was nothing short of staggering.
Everyone's weapons had been dipped in poison.
Qin Shaofeng had spent very limited time in the alliance recently, so he had not known about this.
The poison's nature was unknown.
But he could clearly see that anyone wounded by it would rapidly weaken, or even die.
The war was reaching an increasingly fevered pitch.
The alliance disciples' casualties had already reached an unknown number, but at the very least, more than half had fallen.
Streams of toxic mist in all sorts of colors began spreading across the battlefield.
Old Ghost Chen Xing and the others were clearly determined to use poison to its fullest extent.
As for any unwritten rules, in the face of the sect's current crisis of extermination, they did not count for anything at all.
"It seems they have also cast off the shackles in their hearts."
Qin Shaofeng was still leaning against Ximen Kuang, gazing into the distant battlefield as it grew ever more intense, thoughts involuntarily arising in his mind.
After turning them over in his head for only a moment, he ordered the Emerald Dragon King to produce some poisonous mist.
Time continued to flow swiftly.
A quarter of an hour, an hour...
This battle had already lasted a full three hours.
In an ordinary people's war, after such a long time, even mere exhaustion would have left them unable to fight.
But among those participating in this battle, who was not an extraordinary figure?
After three hours.
Not only