The so-called Xian'an Court probably possessed less than a tenth of Great Chu's Fortune... and that was being generous to the Xian'an Court.
In short, even a single thread of Dragon Aura from an empire without precedent in this world's human history was unimaginably Qiang when it appeared here in the Netherworld.
The Hu People Ghost Soldiers fell into chaos. As the golden-purple light swept over them, the black figure standing proudly in midair plunged into the dust.
The Warrior Spirits of Great Chu charged forward like a gale sweeping away dead leaves, all but ready to clear the entire Battlefield.
But the black figure leaped up again, a War Banner in hand. A huge black Gray Eagle suddenly spread its wings and took flight. It actually held back Great Chu's Dragon Aura and, though at a disadvantage, fought it to a standstill.
The Warrior Spirits of Great Chu, who had been crushing all before them beneath the golden-purple Fortune, saw their once-unstoppable advance slow. The Hu People Ghost Soldiers, meanwhile, surged with strength. Recovering from their confusion, they fought back. For a time, the battle reached a stalemate, and the fighting grew more brutal.
Countless Hu People Ghost Soldiers charged toward Tang Changsheng once more.
He gave a cold snort. This was not his Battlefield. It was a contest of Warrior Spirits against Warrior Spirits, Fortune against Fortune.
On a Battlefield like this, there was no room for a cultivator like Tang Changsheng to show what he could do. It was like a grandmaster of martial arts charging onto a battlefield...
"Great Chu is certain to win!" One glance was enough for Tang Changsheng to tell that Great Chu's Dragon Aura was even more Qiang. In mere moments, the black eagle had been forced onto the defensive.
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