"The traitor is cunning and truly deserves to be executed!"
"He has disgraced the spirit of our War Lord and deserves to be executed!"
"Exterminate them!"
Roars erupted from the camp, their furious voices filled with murderous intent, spreading throughout the entire army formation amidst surging energy.
Upon hearing these roaring commands, the massive camp army fell silent, and the eyes of countless soldiers who had just regained their spirits were now filled with fear.
After a breath, the deep, muffled sound of drums gradually rose from within the camp, the "thump thump thump" sound growing louder and louder as it approached from afar, resounding throughout the entire camp.
As the drums sounded, a rustling "clanging" sound quietly approached from behind, and the surrounding space suddenly lit up as huge torches were erected on the previously empty land.
The flickering flames of the torches held up the hazy sky, even making the Yellow Emperor Seal clearly visible in the heavens.
At this moment, the demonic figure was behind the torch, and the bright light could only illuminate the side of its majestic body, making its huge face appear to be yin on one side and yang on the other.
At this moment, it truly resembled a ghost or god, with a vast and boundless aura emanating from its body, its majestic form pulsating in rhythm with the deep drumbeats.
The sound of drums, seemingly coming from millions of years ago, grew louder and louder throughout history, while time itself seemed to stretch from short to long.
The bright flame followed the giant's steps, held high, and the burning animal oil dispelled the eerie shadows, allowing truth and light to always shine above the heads of the Nine Li tribe.
With careful nurturing, even a tiny flame can burst forth with scorching heat; passed down from generation to generation, the smallest spark can eventually become a torch that reaches the sky!
"Dong dong dong!" The sound of drums from behind was already approaching, and the folk songs sung by the clan elders seemed to echo in my ears again.
In that vast era, there were endless legends and myths; in that profound memory, there were countless heroes and Shendu.
Under the torchlight, everything will become clear, and in the heat of battle, all victory will ultimately belong to the Nine Li tribe!
The drumbeats from behind, like surging waves of sound, created wave after wave of climaxes within the camp, repeatedly mentioning ancient deities and constantly revealing a vast and boundless atmosphere.
The tall torches resembled the sun in the sky. The Nine Li tribe did not need the charity of the God Zhurong. In countless dark ages, they had learned to use fire to drive away the darkness. They had found their own sun with their wisdom and strength!
The Nine Li people are noble, wise, tenacious, invincible, and intolerant of betrayal and blasphemy. They are determined to spread their divine power along the banks of the great river and to place the torch of faith in the world!
At this moment, the demonic figure held one hand to the sky and the other to the ground. This strange posture, amidst the drumbeats and torchlight, somehow gave it a sense of holiness.
It seemed unconcerned about the youth's impending offensive; its towering finger pointed high into the sky at the Yellow Emperor Seal, while its hand stroking the ground appeared to be searching for the eye of the earth's crust.
Although the young man had severely injured the people inside the camp, the aura within it surged. The blood beads behind the demon god figure began to churn again, and an extremely ancient will instantly spread to the five figures on the outer perimeter.
The towering demonic figure on the earth suddenly trembled, and then a violent aura spread around it. The mysterious aura on the demonic figure was gradually withdrawn. It lowered its head and re-examined the youth, the killing intent in its eyes not diminishing in the slightest.
The young man behind was somewhat shocked by this aura. Although he had some guesses in his heart, seeing it with his own eyes and experiencing it firsthand was completely different.
The demonic figure was a member of the Nine Li tribe, and the military formation behind it was left behind by the War Lord. The angry youth could understand that they simply considered themselves to be a member of the Nine Li tribe.
After all, they had personally said that they were "willing to follow the War Lord," and now that they were fighting each other, it would be a blatant "betrayal" of the War Lord. They would be angry for both reason and emotion.
The young man was only interested in obtaining Chi You Essence Blood. He had been forced to infiltrate the camp's military formation, and now his conflict with the creatures of the formation had intensified, with no possibility of reconciliation.
After much effort, he failed to obtain the Chi You Essence Blood that he had been searching for. Through various observations and tests, the young man felt as if he had been drawn into some kind of vortex.
He pondered everything, and it seemed that at this moment, he had found the answer. The demonic figure's towering posture before was aimed at the Yellow Emperor Seal. Why was it Yellow Emperor Seal...?
hold head high!
Before the young man could continue pondering, the Blood Dragon had already launched its attack from the front, completely unaffected by the strange phenomena of the camp's military formation.
Having understood its master's intention, it raised its voice at the surging demonic figure, its winding body sweeping across the straight passage just opened by the sword formation, and in an instant it was in front of the demonic figure.
At this moment, the young man had no choice but to suppress his doubts. Facing an enemy whose momentum had suddenly increased, he needed to muster all his energy. After the strange phenomena in the camp's military formation, he had already sensed that this battle would not go so smoothly.
Although Xu Long had a difficult time walking on the main road, he was now facing five demonic figures alone, and the situation was somewhat difficult to manage.
Clang clang clang...
The Blood Dragon Demon God figure did not sit idly by in the face of the oncoming attack. After assuming a mysterious posture, he drew the bronze broadsword from his waist with remarkable agility. His ancient armor fluttered beneath the broadsword, and the light reflected from the torchlight on the sword appeared somewhat sinister.
The broadsword drawn from its sheath at the waist was not raised above the head. Due to the swiftness of the blood dragon's approach, the demonic figure at the forefront drew the broadsword and spun it once in his hand. The heavy bronze broadsword swirled with a gust of wind, and before its master could even look up, it struck the streak of blood-red light in front of him.
Clang!
The moment the broadsword struck and clashed with the blood-red light, a metallic clang erupted. The blood dragon, seemingly appearing from the void, possessed a body comparable to a divine weapon, striking the heavy broadsword as if metal were clashing together.
The broadsword, after the initial strike, was retracted into the palm along with the spreading energy fluctuations, while the blood-red light in front of him continued unabated, striking again only after a brief pause following the initial impact.
It was clear that the attack was merely a tail swipe; the slight obstruction to its thick, long body could not stop its continued assault. Amidst the surging energy fluctuations, the blood dragon's serpentine body appeared and disappeared.
Only two ferocious eyes pierced through, locking directly onto the demonic figure behind them. The retracted tail suddenly swung, and the body, poised to pounce, shot out like a flattened spring being released.
"This wicked creature is rampant!"
Before the demonic figure that had sheathed its broadsword could make its next move, another demonic figure behind it roared at the blood dragon.
Its broadsword was already aimed at the burst of blood-red light. Within the camp, they were clearly fighting as a unit, advancing and retreating together.
Facing the raised broadsword and blood dragon, the young man did not slow down at all, and with an even more powerful momentum than before, he attacked the figures behind him. These figures were the young man's target.
Let it attack first; the mere pride in its bloodline is not enough to make it back down. Its ferocious head looks up high at the ground, and its huge eyes shoot out a beam of light.
Seeing this, the figure took a step forward. Before any blood was seen, the broadsword in his hand had already slashed down fiercely. After a "whoosh" sound in the air, the figure knew in his heart that something was wrong.
The broadsword, which was about to collide with the blood dragon, suddenly missed its target. The figure's powerful strike hit cotton, and the bloody light had already flowed away. The figure's mind raced.
The broadsword, which was falling through the air, slipped from the hand in an instant. After being released, the heavy broadsword rolled whole in the void before being firmly grasped by a huge hand.
The figure didn't turn around, but resolutely turned the blade of the broadsword and thrust it diagonally behind him.
With a clang, the figure was struck from behind, staggering forward a few steps. Behind it, a small blood dragon coiled, its blood-red eyes watching as the broadsword that had been thrusting backward was retracted.
The moment the blood dragon made contact with the human figure, it rapidly shrank its body. It possessed great supernatural powers, and the size of its body was determined by its will. Its shrunken body naturally caused the human figure's broadsword to miss its target.
The blood dragon then coiled around the figure's body. The figure reacted fairly quickly while it was behind it. Before the blood dragon could launch an attack from behind, the broadsword that had been cleaving through the air came in quick succession, forcing the blood dragon to abandon its attack.
The small blood dragon circled once behind before enlarging its body. The figure had already turned around and was clearly angry at being teased earlier. Before the blood dragon could make a move, it was the first to swing its broadsword and throw it fiercely.
Several auras from behind were gradually approaching, and the five figures decided to abandon all martial ethics and work together to completely eliminate this scourge.
In an instant, the atmosphere of killing and warfare surged within the camp. No enemy that dared to attack the center of the army formation would be tolerated in the slightest.
Five figures converged from all directions, forming an encirclement before the Blood Dragon could even make its move. If the Blood Dragon wanted to achieve another victory, it would have to break through an opening in a short time.
Its swollen body appeared between heaven and earth, and its majestic aura made the creatures in the army below change color. The blood dragon stretched out its winding body and swung its tail at the broadsword that was thrown at it in the narrow space.
With a "clang," the immediate crisis was averted. The thrown broadsword was instantly sent flying back, and a large hand reached out and caught it steadily in mid-air. Amidst the surging energy fluctuations, the blood dragon rose higher.
Its magical Magic Power surged suddenly, transforming into a streak of crimson lightning as it hurtled towards the figure in front of it. The air currents on both sides were violently dispersed by the Magic Power emanating from its body. The speed of the blood dragon's attack was extreme; it needed to break through the encirclement that was about to be completed.
The figure in front, who had caught the broadsword, was already prepared. It watched the crimson lightning flash by, its rough hands gripping the broadsword tightly, its eyes discerning the trajectory of the lightning. In an instant, it swung the broadsword down in front of it.
With a sudden "boom," the broadsword was sheathed along with the spreading shockwave, swirled once in the palm of the hand, and then raised high again, seemingly guarding against something, but it was too late.
The blood dragon's straightened body coiled again, now perched around the figure's waist. In the air, the blood dragon's massive head glared at the figure below, and the raised broadsword was already aimed at it.
The blood dragon coiled around the human figure, its body gradually shrinking. Its enormous head looked incredibly ferocious as it stared intently at the broadsword raised by the human figure. The human figure below, now somewhat passive, had already released all its Magic Power in the previous attack, but both sides had suffered heavy losses.
Before the Blood Dragon could launch another attack, the raised broadsword could only defend passively. Feeling the increasing pressure on its waist and abdomen, it knew that time was running out. The figure was extremely anxious as it and the Blood Dragon were locked in a stalemate.
At this moment, a series of "clattering" sounds rang out. Before the source of the sound could be seen, a whooshing sound was heard between heaven and earth, and several sharp swords came from all directions with the sound of air being cut.
With a loud "clang," a violent energy surge erupted above the figure in the center. As the mixed energy shockwave dissipated, four broadswords were seen intertwined above its head, and the blood dragon that had been coiled around its body was no longer there.
Five figures gathered in the camp, while a streak of blood-red light hovered in the sky.
Just now, the Blood Dragon fought desperately against the human figure. After one attack, it seized the opportunity to coil around the human figure. Just as the Blood Dragon was about to annihilate the human figure, the other four human figures behind it attacked. Broadswords from all directions were aimed at the Blood Dragon on the human figure. It had no choice but to give up annihilating the human figure and escape.
The five figures gathered together, their auras growing ever stronger with each passing moment. Only after the energy dissipated could one see their broadswords clashing together, clearly indicating that the previous attack had failed to hold back that monstrous creature.
As they looked up, sensing something, they saw a crimson streak sweeping in from the sky. In the eyes of the five figures, a huge streak was reflected, tumbling and spinning, expanding dynamically in the air like Red Armillary Sash, enveloping the five figures below.
"Disperse!"
Upon seeing this, one of the figures felt a chill in his heart. As if realizing something, he uttered a single word to the others, and his closed body began to quickly separate.
But the streaks in the sky gave them no chance. Almost instantly, like a flash of light, the streaks descended upon the earth, and the five figures within them looked like dumplings wrapped up in rice, appearing somewhat comical.
The five figures boasted that they were not afraid of the Blood Dragon's various attacks, including the Blood Dragon's ability to instantly trap them in its form. Under absolute power, the Blood Dragon's methods were nothing but child's play.
They could break free in an instant with their power, but it was this instant that made the figure's heart sink.
After all, there was a young man eyeing him covetously from behind, and he wouldn't let this moment slip by!
Buzz!
Before the figures could react, a muffled sword cry rang out in the sky almost simultaneously with their roars. A glint flashed in their eyes, and the sword formation, carrying intense energy, shot downwards at extreme speed.