In the chaos of a night battle, the Pan Tribe's advantages in numbers and coordinated formations could not come into play.
Tang Changsheng was confident he could make the Pan Tribe army suffer a crushing defeat!
But the situation had turned out even better than he expected.
No one had imagined that the Netherworld Sacred Coin would open onto a hell of blood and fire...
Could the Ancestral Deity's Spirit Realm really look like this?
More and more Pan Tribe troops were rushing out of the camp. After all, though the blood spring and flames were flowing, they were not spreading very quickly.
But the Pan Tribe troops who fled the camp in panic found no better luck outside. The moment they escaped, the Hongdong Warriors met them with slaughter.
Yes, slaughter! The fleeing Pan Tribe troops had thrown away their helmets and armor. Many had even run out barefoot. Terrified and with no will to fight, how could they resist, let alone escape?
One after another, they either dropped to their knees and surrendered or were killed trying to resist.
This battle was already won!
Tang Changsheng smiled faintly and stepped back. With victory assured, there was no need for him to take action himself!
Within days, the fifty thousand Pan Tribe troops who had ravaged half the Black Rock Mountains and wiped out hundreds of Tribal Stockades, including Blackwater Stockade and Giant Pine Stockade, were annihilated by Tang Changsheng's forces...
Black Rock Sacred Stockade lay at the heart of the Black Rock Mountains. A colossal mountain rose there into the clouds, and at its foot yawned an enormous Heavenly Pit several miles across. It plunged straight down, with trees growing at angles from its walls and vines hanging tangled everywhere.
No one had ever known how deep the