A Desperate Battle, a Bunch of Trash

She waved her hands.

A blue curtain of water rose from the left wing, like a giant waterfall, to meet the black flames of destruction.

laugh.

When water and fire meet, a large amount of white mist is produced.

The raging fire was blocked by the water curtain and could not advance.

However, the water curtain is constantly evaporating, thinning at a rate visible to the naked eye.

"This can't go on." Li Yunjing's eyes narrowed slightly. "Five Aggregates Cauldron, summon it."

Buzz.

A small, five-colored cauldron flew out from his sleeve and hovered above the great formation.

The mouth of the cauldron opened slightly, generating a tremendous suction force.

The black flames, Tribulation Qi, and threads of tribulation, as if drawn by a force, surged continuously into the cauldron.

In a short while, the Tribulation Power of the formation weakened by three-tenths.

"Innate Immortal Artifact!"

Amidst the enemy ranks, a black-robed cultivator cried out in alarm.

"That's the Five Aggregates Cauldron?"

Xue Tu licked his lips. "That's right! Dao Lord said that whoever seizes this cauldron will receive the greatest credit!"

"Charge! Charge in! Take it!"

He brandished his giant axe and led the charge.

Countless Tribulation Spirit puppets and ancient warriors roared as they charged forward.

Like a black tide.

"Spirit Cannon, fire freely!"

Li Yunjing gave the order.

Bang bang bang!

The cannons of thousands of warships opened fire simultaneously.

Orange-red light rain met the black tide.

Explosions echoed continuously.

The Tribulation Spirit puppets at the forefront were blown to pieces in droves.

But the enemy forces were simply too numerous.

One area exploded, and another surged up.

Fearless and relentless, they charged forward one after another.

Soon, the vanguard rushed to the front of the formation.

"Board engagement!"

Dao Lord Hanzun roared.

"Marine Corps, follow me and kill!"

The hatch opened.

Countless heavily armored warriors charged out of the warship.

The two collided.

Swords flashed, blood and flesh flew everywhere.

Shouts of battle, screams of agony, and the clash of weapons mingled together.

The void is like a meat grinder.

Every moment, countless lives are lost.

The blood spilled into the void, only to be quickly shredded by the fierce wind.

Cruel and tragic.

This is war.

No one retreated.

Both sides were blinded by rage.

From the front lines to the center, from warships to the void, the blood-red color stained the heavens and earth.

By noon, both sides had suffered heavy casualties.

On the allied side, nearly ten thousand low-level disciples were lost, and dozens of warships were destroyed.

On the enemy side, casualties were even heavier, yet they remained fearless in the face of death.

Zhang Jianchen frowned. "Continuing like this is too disadvantageous for us. There are too many enemy troops; we can't afford to lose them."

Li Yunjing nodded, his gaze sweeping across the battlefield.

Although the enemy forces were numerous, they were mostly a rabble. The true elite were the warriors of the Desolate Ancient Race and the cultivators.

Once their general is killed and their battle formation is broken, the enemy army will fall into chaos.

Li Yunjing turned to Dao Lord Hanzun: "Dao Lord Hanzun, I trouble you to slay the general and seize the flag, are you willing?"

"What is there to be afraid of!"

Dao Lord Hanzun laughed heartily, his Qi and Blood surging.

"I've been itching to get started for ages!"

He leaped out of the formation.

Like a black iron tower, it charged straight towards the enemy's central army.

Those who block my way shall die!

With both fists thrust out simultaneously, black fist energy burst forth from the air.

The Tribulation Spirit puppet blocking their way was instantly shattered by the force of the punch.

Like a tiger among sheep.

"Presumptuous!"

Upon seeing this, Xue Tu flew into a rage.

He came forward carrying a giant axe.

"Big black guy, you're asking for it!"

Clang!

Fists and axes clashed.

Both of them were startled.

Dao Lord Hanzun grinned. "You've got some strength, a bit stronger than that piece of trash from before."

"Court death!"

Xue Tu roared in fury, unleashing his axe techniques.

The two fought side by side.

The fists and axes clashed, each strike carrying immense power.

Wherever it passed, space distorted and air currents surged.

The surrounding soldiers couldn't get close at all.

Anyone caught in the aftershocks would instantly suffer broken bones and fractures.

The two fought faster and faster, and higher and higher.

Fighting from the front lines to the center of the battle, from the ground to the void.

They fought a hundred rounds without a clear winner.

After two hundred rounds, Xue Tu gradually lost his strength.

He was originally a fierce general born from the Tribulation Power, with plenty of courage but lacking endurance.

To have fought against Dao Lord Hanzun for so long with only the cultivation of Void Refinement Perfection cultivator is already quite remarkable.

Dao Lord Hanzun, however, was renowned for his physical cultivation, and grew more energetic with each fight.

Dao Lord Hanzun laughed loudly, "Is that all you've got? Fall down before me!"

He crossed his fists and unleashed his ultimate technique.

"Beiming Cold Heaven Instruction - Ice Seals Ten Thousand Li!"

A terrifying chill emanated from his body.

Centered on him, countless ice crystals condensed in the void.

The temperature dropped sharply.

Xue Tu paused, a layer of frost forming on his body.

"No, impossible!" He was both shocked and furious, desperately trying to melt away the flames of calamity.

The coldness of Dao Lord Hanzun is a coldness that runs deep in his bones.

"Order it for me!"

With a roar, Dao Lord Hanzun unleashed a punch.

It struck Xue Tu squarely in the heart.

Click.

The sound of the sternum cracking was clearly audible.

Xue Tu's massive body flew backward like a kite with a broken string.

A streak of blood flashed through the air.

"Commander!"

Enemy soldiers cried out in alarm.

Xue Tu crashed heavily into the formation, his chest caved in, and he coughed up blood.

He struggled to get up, but his body was frozen solid and he couldn't move.

Dao Lord Hanzun's figure flickered, and he caught up.

"Nip it in the bud!"

A punch landed.

Bang.

Xue Tu's head shattered like a watermelon.

The mighty first general of the Desolate Ancient Race has died.

"The general is dead!"

"General Xue Tu is dead!"

Chaos reigned in the enemy ranks.

"Kill!"

With a roar, Dao Lord Hanzun led the Cold Abyss warriors in a charge.

"Charge with me!"

The morale of the allied forces soared, and they surged forward like a tidal wave.

The enemy forces suffered repeated defeats.

"What's the panic!"

Just then, a cold voice rang out from the enemy's rear.

The leader of the black-robed cultivators, Daoist Yinshen, slowly stepped out.

He stared blankly at Xue Tu's corpse.

"A bunch of useless idiots. They lost a key general, and things have turned out like this."

"Form the Ten Thousand Souls Formation, absorb their souls, and replenish my great formation."

"Yes, sir!"

The remaining cultivators all formed Hand Seals.

The corpses on the ground, whether enemy or allied, all emitted faint specks of divine soul light.

These points of light converged toward the center of the array.

"Not good! He's going to Spirit Transformation to strengthen the formation!" Dao Lord Xuanyuan's expression changed.

We can't let him succeed!

Li Yunjing's eyes narrowed.

"Five Aggregates Cauldron, break!"

The five-colored cauldron shone brightly, and the suction force at its mouth increased dramatically.

The floating specks of divine soul light in the air changed direction and surged towards the Five Aggregates Cauldron.

"How dare you steal my things!" The Daoist Yinshen was both shocked and furious.

"Ten Thousand Souls Devour Spirits! Seize it for me!"

The black tribulation array transformed into a giant ghostly claw, reaching out towards the Five Aggregates Cauldron.

"Protect the cauldron!"

Mu You, Fang Hexuan, and others all made their move.

Countless sword lights and Law Technique met the ghostly claws.

boom.

A loud bang.

The demon claw shattered.

The Daoist Yinshen grunted and took half a step back.

Damn it.

He hadn't expected the other party to be so difficult to deal with.

Just then...

Buzz.

A beam of azure light suddenly rose from the depths of the allied forces' formation.

Within the pillar of light, an ancient seal slowly rose.

It is the Divine Seal of Creation.

Li Yunjing raised his hand and gestured.

"The Seal of Creation, to ward off evil!"

The Divine Seal trembled slightly.

A wave of cyan light spread out.

Wherever it passed, the Tribulation Qi dissipated.

The enemy's Ten Thousand Souls Formation instantly became unstable.

"No!"

The Daoist Yinshen exclaimed in surprise.

Boom! The Ten Thousand Souls Formation is broken.

Several cultivators were injured and sent flying backward.

"The opportunity has arrived! All troops, charge!"

Li Yunjing gave the order.

The allied forces launched a major offensive.

The enemy army suffered a crushing defeat.

It was on the verge of complete collapse.

But just then...

A purple figure slowly rose from within the enemy ranks.

His body was surrounded by purple flames of tribulation, burning fiercely.

The oppressive force pressed down like a mountain.

"A bunch of useless trash."

The voice was cold and tinged with impatience.