In the Seventh Heaven's central region, stands a grand world, exuding an ancient, wild, and terrifying aura, suppressing the vast starfield.
Beyond the world's sky, green-black devil winds rage, like countless blades sweeping through, with extre sharpness, tearing the heavens, shattering the universe, and destroying space and ti.
One after another, Demon Rocs shuttle through the fierce wind, their wings spread up to ten thousand miles wide, like mountains standing tall in the sky.
They ride the devil wind, moving extrely fast, like streaks of lightning across the sky.
This world is nad Fuyao Sky.
At the world's center.
At the pinnacle of a towering mountain.
"The Qin Dynasty, our clan leader is ready!"
"If you dare to co, be prepared for a path of no return!"
The Demon Peng Clan Leader stands at the mountain peak, dressed in a blue robe, with wings on his back, expressionlessly gazing into the distance, and coldly speaks.
As he speaks, the wings on his back flap, engulfed in the violent Path of Wind, producing two tornadoes, tearing a large expanse of the void.
A peak Immortal Emperor aura bursts forth.
Under his feet.
On the vast earth, countless elite soldiers of the Demon Peng Clan assemble in formation, wearing black armor, wielding weapons, faces extrely indifferent, with eyes full of slaughter, devoid of any emotion.
Their cultivation is strong, with the lowest reaching the Golden Immortal Realm, as for the Luo Tianxian Martial Artists, they are as nurous as cattle, countless.
From a distance, the edges of the military might are invisible, only countless long spears stand, emitting unparalleled gleams, with evil qi hovering, enough to sweep everything.
They are waiting!
For the Qin Dynasty's army to arrive!
As inheritors from the chaotic ancient era, possessing the noble bloodline of the demon clan, the Demon Peng Tribe fears no challenge.
Even the Qin Dynasty cannot make them retreat half a step.
Boom!
Two days later, outside Fuyao Sky's grand world, the starry sky suddenly twisted, followed by large-scale collapse, with spatial turbulence surging, flying out dozens of immortal cities, crushing the heavens.
In each immortal city, many elite soldiers of the Qin Dynasty stand, expressionless, but deep in their pupils, dazzling brilliance shines, a sense of invincibility.
Undoubtedly, those who can be soldiers of the third and fourth corps are seasoned veterans, sweeping through many battlefields.
In the primordial continent, they fought all over with no rivals.
In the small world, they forged ahead, with invincible faith, sweeping many stars.
In the middle world, they were unstoppable, conquering wherever the banners pointed, invincible in the world.
Now, they continue to write their glorious history, invading Fuyao Sky's grand world, trampling the royal clans across the myriad worlds underfoot, using the enemy's blood to forge the unyielding soul of the Qin army.
"The enemy's strength is not weak!"
On the main city, Song Jiang gazes into the distance, carefully observing the strength of the Demon Peng Clan soldiers, then speaks in a deep voice.
"Indeed, not weak!"
"After all, the Demon Peng Clan is a force inherited from the chaotic ancient era, with a strong foundation and naturally powerful!"
Lv Bu stands in the central position, holding the Fang Tian Hua Ji in his right hand, his physique towering, expressionless, speaking plainly.
"I wonder how many blows this general will need!"
Li Yuanba stands to the side, holding the Rumble Drum Golden Hamr in both hands, emitting unparalleled mighty power, as if one hamr could make the world explode, overturning heaven and earth.
His eyes are filled with endless thunder, seemingly containing two worlds of thunder, destroying countless, invincible to all.
"Pass the order, prepare for battle!"
After observing for a mont, Lv Bu commands.
Boom!
With the order given, the void behind him begins to ripple, manifesting two supre figures, one black, shrouded in 'ghost power', forming a ghost domain.
The other figure is red, with 'divine power' surging, supre and sacred, forming a divine domain.
Ghost and divine powers erupt, revealing a fierce aura, undying, unextinguished, seemingly not within the six realms, beyond the five elents, transcending fate.
"War!"
"War! War!"
"War! War! War!"
The soldiers of the third corps roar, shaking the nine heavens.
Like a sleeping dragon awakening, a terrifying montum erupts.
The soldiers stand in place, celestial energy circulating inside, with brilliant celestial light on the surface, connected to form a vast military formation, illuminating the starry sky.
Plus of evil qi rise to the sky, covering a heaven, rolling and rolling, condensing into a military soul.
This military soul stands amidst the evil qi clouds, body robust, millions of miles tall, face indistinct, eyes like ghostly deities, incomparably sharp, naturally possessing a montum that suppresses the nine heavens, unparalleled and invincible.
On him, ghost and divine powers coexist, like a ghost deity from the chaos era, the aura terrifying to the extre, powerful to the extre, noble to the extre.
Ghost God Military Soul!
With the Nine Heavens' Deities, Nine Nether's Ghosts as the military soul!
Rumble!
With the empowernt of ghost and divine power, the strength of the fifty million soldiers in the third corps soars, generally rising a level.
Moreover, the weapons in their hands, the armor on their bodies, the immortal city they are in, all receive the military soul's empowernt, divine light surging, becoming sharper, more indestructible.
The terrifying montum makes the starry sky tremble.
"Fire!"
The third corps deputy general roars, initiating the first wave of arrow rain attack.
The soldiers of the third corps adeptly operate the Zhuxian Crossbows, firing countless bolts, cold light flashing, blood fiends exploding, penetrating the void, shooting towards Fuyao Sky's grand world millions of miles away.
These bolts are improved by Gan Jiang, with formation inscribed on the arrowheads, the power comparable to a full-force strike from a Luo Tianxian Martial Artist.
With extensive coverage, even Immortal Kings find it hard to escape death.
Boom!
In an instant, the Zhuxian Crossbows land on the first line of defense of the Demon Peng Clan, exploding violently.
Instantly, an extrely violent force erupts, easily tearing the defense line, penetrating through the bodies of Demon Peng Clan soldiers, blood splattering, torn apart.
After a round of bolts, at least a million Demon Peng Clan soldiers have perished.
This includes three Daluo Golden Immortals.
"What terrifying crossbows!"
The strongn of the Demon Peng Clan's first line of defense are greatly alard, their expressions turning extrely grim, with murderous intent.
"Pass the order, drive the immortal cities, engage!"
Another strongman of the Demon Peng Clan roars.
Rumble! Rumble!
The sound of breaking through the sky arises, dozens of thousand-mile-long immortal cities, fly out from Fuyao Sky's grand world, resembling giant rocs spreading their wings, covered with Dao patterns, filled with tyrannical aura, crushing the starry sky.
Heaven-shaking beams of light erupt from the immortal cities, connecting together, forming an ancient grand formation.
Behind the immortal cities, billions of Demon Peng Clan soldiers follow, wielding weapons, the aura of death flowing, devil winds howling, causing the starry sky to collapse, myriad paths sinking.
With every step they take, the starry do of the Seventh Heaven shakes.
Where they pass, everything dissolves, all disappears, nothing remains.
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