A Great Army, Two Armies Face Off

Half a month later, in the void, the black tide was as black as ink.

After the main avatar of Dao Lord Qingxu descended, in less than half a month, he had incorporated all the remnants of the conquered Dao Realm and assembled an army of 300,000.

Warships, strange beasts, and Tribulation Spirit puppets densely covered millions of miles of void, slowly pressing towards the Tianyuan Dao Realm.

Wherever it passed, the void and gale were dyed black. Any small worlds and wandering cultivators scattered along the way were swallowed up without even a splash.

When the news reached Heaven-Soaring City, the entire Dao Realm was shaken.

The army numbered 300,000, with over a dozen commanders at the Tribulation Transcendence Stage, and Dao Lord Qingxu personally overseeing the battle.

This scale represents an unprecedented enemy in the Tianyuan Dao Realm for tens of thousands of years.

Zhang Jianchen immediately issued an order for the Seven Realms Allied Forces to assemble at once.

All warships and all cultivators, those with combat capabilities, were dispatched to the Northern Border Wall.

Ten days later, outside the Tianyuan Realm Wall, the two armies faced off.

On the allied side, all the forces from the seven realms had arrived.

The black crane fleet of the Luozhen Sect was at the forefront, its cannons bared menacingly.

The azure warships of the Vast Waves Dao Realm were positioned on the left flank, their water curtains stretching to the sky.

The crimson warship of the Crimson Yellow Dao Realm was positioned on the right flank, its flames flickering faintly.

The warships of the four realms of Mystic Ice, Golden Sand, Wind-Soaring, and Vast Cloud formed a formidable rearguard, like an impregnable fortress.

There were over a thousand warships of all sizes.

The total number of soldiers was also as many as 100,000.

Although outnumbered by the enemy, they were all elite troops, well-armored and armed with powerful cannons.

Li Yunjing, dressed in a blue robe, stood on the bridge of the Mystic Yellow flagship.

Behind him stood Zhang Jianchen, two Loose Immortal ancestors, and leaders and elders from various Dao Realm.

The crowd looked at the overwhelming enemy army ahead, their expressions solemn, but without a trace of fear.

Dao Lord Hanzun clenched his fist, his knuckles cracking. "It's here. After holding back for so long, we can finally have a good fight."

Xuanjizi gently swung his whisk and said slowly, "These people are up to no good. Judging from this entourage, Qingxu has really gone all out."

Li Yunjing said calmly, "Of course. He can't afford to lose. He swallowed up four Dao Realm, yet he suffered two losses at our hands. In this battle, he will definitely seek revenge."

As soon as he finished speaking, a beam of blood-red light shot into the sky from the opposing army formation.

A great general stepped forward from the crowd, clad in blood-red bone armor and wielding a giant axe. He was none other than Xue Tu, the new leader of the Desolate Ancient Race.

He's only at the peak of the Void Refinement Perfection stage.

His voice was like thunder, rolling across the void:

"You coward over there! Come out and fight if you dare!"

"What kind of hero hides in his shell all day long!"

The sound was powerful and resonant, causing the warship's shields to tremble slightly.

"Arrogant!"

Fang Hexuan stepped forward and cupped his hands to Li Yunjing: "Yunjing, I am willing to fight and kill this man, to dampen their arrogance!"

Li Yunjing nodded slightly. "Grandmaster Fang, please be careful."

"Don't worry!"

Fang Hexuan's figure flickered, transforming into a white sword light, flying out of the protective barrier and hovering in front of the formation.

"What are you barking about? If you want war, then let's fight!"

Seeing someone step forward to fight, Xue Tu grinned, revealing his gleaming white teeth. "Another one coming to die! State your name, for I do not slaughter nameless ghosts with my axe!"

"Luozhen Sect Fang Hexuan."

Before the words were even finished, the sword flashed.

bite.

The giant axe clashed with the longsword, sparks flying everywhere.

The two exchanged blows for thirty rounds.

Fang Hexuan's Swordsmanship was exquisite and chillingly cold; his Xue Tu possessed immense strength and his axe skills were ferocious.

For a time, they were evenly matched.

"Interesting." Xue Tu grinned, his axe technique changing as he unleashed a desperate attack.

Fang Hexuan gradually fell into a disadvantageous position.

At the front lines, Dao Lord Hanzun frowned. "Dao Lord Li, your Grandmaster Fang is no match for this barbarian."

The situation on the field changed abruptly as soon as he finished speaking.

Xue Tu roared and cleaved the longsword in two with his axe, the blade striking Fang Hexuan's shoulder.

Fang Hexuan dodged to the side, but was still a fraction too slow. The axe wind swept across his shoulder, shattering his armor, and he was sent flying several feet away.

"Haha! Utterly defeated!" Xue Tu laughed heartily. "Who else wants to die?"

"I've come to meet you."

Mu You's figure flickered, and he stepped out of the front of the formation.

"Another one!" Xue Tu didn't care and swung his axe to chop.

Ding ding ding!

The two fought side by side.

Mu You a steady and solid approach, focusing more on defense than offense, and relentlessly entangled his opponent.

Xue Tu's relentless attacks failed to break through, and he gradually grew frustrated.

This entanglement lasted for a hundred rounds.

The shouts of the two armies on the battlefield shook the heavens.

"Keep it up, Mr. Mu!"

Kill him!

Xue Tu, frustrated by his prolonged siege, began to show weaknesses.

Mu You seized the opportunity and struck the handle of his axe with his sword.

"Let go!"

Xue Tu felt a powerful force coming from him, and his giant axe almost slipped from his grasp.

He was both shocked and furious, and was about to change his tactics.

Just then, from the opposing army's ranks, a mournful bugle call rang out.

Upon hearing the sound, Xue Tu abruptly retreated.

"Not fighting anymore?" Mu You frowned.

Xue Tu ignored him and turned to leap back into his own formation.

Immediately afterwards, war drums sounded from within the enemy ranks.

Knock knock knock.

The sound of the drums shook the very air.

"All troops, form ranks!"

A hoarse command echoed throughout the army.

The 300,000-strong army moved into action in unison.

The warships turned, the alien beasts lined up, and the Tribulation Spirit puppets in the front row formed an attack formation.

The dark, imposing army formation resembled a massive black hole, emanating an aura that seemed to devour everything.

On the allied side, Li Yunjing also slowly raised his hand.

"Form ranks."

The command flag was waved.

Thousands of warships changed formation in unison.

The vanguard advances, flanking from both sides, while the rear guard provides cover.

The Mystic Yellow Demon-Subduing Formation is complete.

The atmosphere between heaven and earth was extremely heavy.

"Eternal Calamity - Soul Devouring Array!"

A sharp whistle rang out from within the enemy ranks.

The leading black-robed cultivators simultaneously formed Hand Seals.

The Tribulation Qi of the 300,000-strong army was drawn together by the formation, converging into a massive black tornado.

Wherever the tornado passed, even the void itself was corroded and hissed.

They pressed down fiercely on the allied forces' formation.

"Protect the formation!"

Li Yunjing gave the order.

Dao Lord Xuanyuan waved his whisk and chanted incantations.

"Open the Mystic Yellow Eight Gates!"

Above the allied forces' formation, all eight gates opened simultaneously.

Eight beams of light of different colors shot into the sky, forming a huge light curtain.

Boom!

The black tornado crashed into the light barrier, unleashing a deafening roar.

The entire formation shook violently, and the warships within it were tossed about.

The first strike was evenly matched.

"You've got some skill." The black-robed man leading the black-robed cultivators in the enemy ranks sneered, "Attack again!"

The calamity formation changed again.

Ten thousand black threads of tribulation separated from the tornado, shooting towards various parts of the great formation like thousands of poisonous needles.

Ding ding ding.

Like a downpour hitting a banana leaf.

Ripples spread across the protective light shield.

Dao Lord Chiyan said in a deep voice, "This can't go on. If we only defend and don't attack, we'll be defeated sooner or later."

"Red Flame Cannons, fire a salvo!"

On the right flank, the warships of the Crimson Yellow Dao Realm simultaneously emitted crimson light from their cannons.

Thousands upon thousands of fiery shells Void Breaking and hurtled towards the enemy lines.

"Bone Umbrella Formation!"

The enemy remained calm.

The giant skeletal beasts in the front row all unfurled their enormous bony canopies.

Bang bang bang!

The crimson flame bomb struck the bone umbrella and exploded.

Flames shot into the sky, but were all blocked.

The black-robed cultivator laughed loudly, "Is that all you've got? Watch me break this formation!"

He formed a mudra with his hands and chanted incantations.

"Calamity Flames - Burning the Heavens!"

Black flames surged from the tornado, like a black sea of fire, and swept towards the allied forces' formation.

Wherever it passed, even the void itself seemed to burn.

"Not good! This fire can burn the protective barrier!" Dao Lord Lanxi's expression changed slightly.