The earthshaking sound echoed through space and time, and countless wondrous glows spread from the army behind Beichuan Feng.
The vast radiance fell upon him like countless blood vessels, channeling surging power into him.
Beichuan Feng's body unfurled against the wind. With every inch he rose, his body swelled by ten feet.
Shrouded head to toe in black baleful qi, he stood needle against awl against Li Changlong descending from the sky.
Two terrifying fluctuations exploded in midair, their violent shockwaves sweeping in every direction.
They were like two colossal beasts, trading blows in the sky. The spears in their hands wove and crossed like swimming dragons, colliding madly.
The thunderous clashes rang out without end, and Li Qing watched with relish.
It was his first time witnessing a true battle formation of great armies, as though he were watching Romance of the Three Kingdoms from his previous life.
All the Dao soldiers seemed to have become mere backdrops. Only the slaughter among the many great generals appeared capable of deciding the course of a war.
Both were cultivators of the Military School, though they cultivated in entirely different directions.
Amid their collisions, countless distorted forces spilled forth.
Wherever they passed, who knew how many ordinary creatures were affected and transformed into anomalies.
Yet the soldiers within the military formations had united their strength as one, completely unaffected by such distorted power.
The front-line battlefield was almost entirely occupied by Dao soldiers; the ordinary soldiers were waiting far behind.
Li Chenglong had transformed into a metallic giant, yet his movements were incomparably nimble, every gesture containing boundless killing intent.
He had almost perfectly fused martial arts and spells into one.
Beichuan Feng was equally seasoned in martial skill. His spear moved like a dragon, every strike landing upon the strongest