A Losing Battle

The Xuanming priest had been slain, and the remaining Xuanming strongmen all went berserk. Ice-cold death intent filled their bodies as they charged Liang Zhaohuang.

Even those who had suffered grievous wounds and fallen to the ground still wriggled and crawled toward Liang Zhaohuang to kill him. Even those whose hands had been severed opened their mouths wide, baring sharp teeth as though they wished to tear flesh and blood from his body.

Liang Zhaohuang swept his gaze over the Xuanming strongmen and confirmed that they had all lost their minds. The death intent and demonic qi filling their bodies had taken control of them, turning them into living corpses.

Up in the sky, his eldest brother Liang Zhaojun held the fort and commanded the Flying Boat. Vast sheets of golden fire descended like blazing suns, bombarding and killing the mindless Xuanming strongmen who resembled living corpses.

The divine treasure seals in Liang Zhaohuang's hands shifted in rapid succession, and dragon roars rang out one after another. Azure Dragon, Black Dragon, Crimson Dragon, Yellow Dragon, and Golden Dragon—five dragons of the Five Elements condensed into form around him. Like rivers overturning and seas churning, they plunged into the Xuanming strongmen, slaughtering and sweeping through them at will.

Though these Xuanming strongmen were exceptionally frenzied, their combat strength was only around the first or second tier. Against Liang Zhaohuang's Dragon Chant divine ability, they had no way to resist.

Together with the blazing golden suns continuously raining down from the Flying Boat overhead, it took only a short while for the Liang Family party to slaughter the entire several-hundred-strong barbarian force entrenched on the mountain peak.

Liang Zhaohuang swept the battlefield with his Spiritual Sense, confirming that no living barbarian remained in the force, while also searching for any spoils of