"Stop wasting words on them. Kill them all!"
Kong Hao's face darkened, his eyes cold. With a sweep of his hand, he issued a ruthless command.
As his words fell, the disciples on every side sprang into action like powder kegs set alight.
They surged forward with murderous momentum, shouting:
"Kill..."
"Kill them all!"
For a moment, battle cries rose one after another, deafening the ears. The various factions surged forward like a tide, unleashing an endless array of attacks.
The already narrow battlefield became impossibly crowded, and the two sides collided in moments.
In an instant, an earth-shaking roar erupted across the battlefield. Screams, wails, and cries for help mingled together, ringing into the clouds.
The terrifying noise seemed ready to pierce the heavens. Countless factions that had been fighting one another stopped in their tracks and stared this way in astonishment.
Everyone was drawn to this sudden battle. They temporarily set aside their own conflicts and chose to watch how it unfolded.
This clash would directly determine the course of the entire battlefield. After all, it was a struggle to the death between the Three Great Sects and more than a dozen factions.
Who would ultimately emerge victorious? For now, it was impossible to tell.
One thing was certain, however: with nearly half the people on the battlefield involved, this fierce clash would be a heart-stopping duel to the death.
It was worth mentioning that most disciples and affiliated forces of the Misty Sect, one of the Three Great Sects, were secretly colluding with several other factions and merely putting on an act,
but they were fighting, after all. It was hardly their fault that they had spent ages fighting without causing a single casualty.
**"First, we'll regroup with Zhiqiu and the others! Follow me and cut