Fantasy: Unparalleled Prince, Conquering the Heavens! Chapter 412 - 406: The Decisive Battle Begins1

"Continue distributing the Thunderstones!"

Lin WuFeng’s heart sank upon hearing the Elder’s words. He had wanted to conserve the Thunderstones, but seeing the enemy army charge again, he changed his mind.

"Yes, sir!" The Elder saluted, his heart full of worry, and respectfully withdrew.

"Once the Thunderstones are depleted, activate the Formation!" Lin WuFeng clenched his fist, continuing to command. Without Thunderstones, they would struggle to inflict effective damage on the enemy army; activating their last resort was the only option.

The Six-Dragon Golden Formation!

Drawing from Spiritual Energy accumulated over countless eons, the power of the Six-Dragon Golden Formation had reached Emperor Level. Once fully activated, it could unleash the might of a Ten-thousand-year Emperor. However, while activating the Six-Dragon Golden Formation could repel ordinary enemy troops, it would undoubtedly provoke enemy Martial Artists of the Emperor Realm, thereby increasing the danger. He knew, though, that a battle between Emperors was unavoidable!

"Yes, sir!"

The Elders on both sides also understood the reasoning, their expressions exceptionally grave as they nodded.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

The sound of falling Thunderstones was incessant. Seeing the splattered flesh and blood, the soldiers of Kylin’s Holy Land knew they had once again repelled an enemy attack.

"Transmit the orders! The fourth division is to attack!"

On the command platform, Mistress Rong’s indifferent voice echoed between Heaven and Earth, utterly cold and ruthless.

The army advanced, a touch of fear on every face.

What lies at the front line?

The soldiers murmured among themselves, unsure. They were the fourth division; they would only be deployed if the first three divisions were decimated. But it hasn’t even been a day. Could nearly one hundred million people have perished already?

Yet, with the military order given, they could only obey!

In truth, in wars between top-tier powers, casualties numbering several hundred million in a single battle were normal. After all, they commanded armies in the billions, with populations under their rule numbering in the trillions. To these top-tier powers, as long as it was not their top experts or peerless prodigies dying, such losses were acceptable.

A human wave tactic!

Gazing at the enemy army surging forward like a tide, Lin WuFeng’s brow furrowed tightly. The enemy surpassed them in both the scale of their army and the number of powerful individuals. This is truly worrying! Right now, I have no choice but to hold on desperately. And still, no word from the main camp—no reinforcents, and no sign of the ancestral masters. I can’t figure out what they’re doing. Could they have abandoned the front line?

The battle raged on. Aided by the Thunderstones, it took the defenders of Sword Pavilion Pass more than six hours to repel the enemy. Though their casualties were not severe, they had paid a trendous price. The Thunderstones were nearly depleted and could not support their defense against the enemy’s next wave of attacks. The once-impregnable city walls now had holes tens of zhang deep from the relentless attacks, almost breached through.

"This is dire!" Lin WuFeng sighed. The situation is deteriorating far faster than I imagined.

Evening had now settled. The sun gradually disappeared, and the last rays of the fading light shone on his face, his usual sternness replaced by a hint of fatigue. Across the blood-reddened sky, he gazed into the distance. Countless armies lay hidden in the deepening twilight. Far away, yet seemingly close, three figures stood ramrod straight on the enemy’s command platform. They exuded an imposing, tiger-like aura, incredibly sharp.

"Sword Pavilion Pass is about to fall!" Kaiyang Star Venerable, who seldom spoke, suddenly said. His deep eyes were like a starry sky, with seven brilliant stars twinkling within, surrounded by a faint aura of destiny.

In ancient tis, the Big Dipper was used for navigation, guiding people through confusing and obscured environnts to find the correct path. The Cultivation Technique of the Beidou Palace also possessed this characteristic, allowing one to vaguely discern the direction in which events would develop. For instance, predicting the victor of this battle!

"In that case, we can intensify our assault!" Mistress Rong sneered upon hearing Kaiyang Star Venerable’s words. She commanded in a deep voice, "Soldiers! The enemy’s Thunderstones are nearly depleted! Fifth and Sixth Divisions, attack!"

Wolf smoke rose, dyeing the night sky crimson!

Under the cover of darkness, the army charged, crossing mountains of corpses and rivers of blood, rapidly approaching the walls of Sword Pavilion Pass.

Indeed, the soldiers of Kylin’s Holy Land on the walls threw down no Thunderstones. Only a dense rain of arrows and magic crystal bullets fell, failing to inflict significant casualties. This discovery brought imnse joy to the disciples of the Thousand Monster Saint’s Court, who redoubled their efforts to destroy the city walls.

Rubble flew! The city walls were visibly thinning at an alarming rate. The Pangolin Clan, in particular, seed to possess a talent for digging, their progress far exceeding that of other clans.

"Activate the Six-Dragon Golden Formation!" Lin WuFeng took a deep breath and roared.

ROAR—

The entirety of Sword Pavilion Pass was enveloped in golden light. Mysterious Formation patterns erged, and six golden dragons, each ten thousand zhang long, soared out, coiling in the sky. They exuded the majestic pressure of an Emperor Realm Martial Artist. The majestic Emperor’s might, as brilliant and scorching as the sun!

BANG! BANG! BANG...

Under this imnse pressure, the soldiers of the three great powers exploded into clouds of blood mist, not even having a chance to scream.

Such was the benefit of powerful martial might!

They’ve finally made their move!

On the command platform, Mistress Rong slowly rose, an aura befitting a Ten-thousand-year Emperor erupting from her and sweeping across the firmant.

"ROAR—"

The six golden dragons roared. Perhaps sensing Mistress Rong’s power, they rged into a single, six-headed golden dragon. Its eyes turned crimson, and its roar thundered across the Heavenly Universe, causing even the Void to tremble.

"Beasts, you seek death!" Mistress Rong waved her right hand. Ten golden needles, each as fine as a strand of hair, appeared in her palm. Despite their size, they exuded the aura of Emperor-grade weapons. Furthermore, when combined, these ten golden needles were comparable to Immortal-grade weapons.

BOOM!

The golden needles tore through the air, completely hidden within the Void. They silently approached the six-headed golden dragon, striking its tough scales and producing a shower of sparks. White threads shot out from the golden needles, instantly entangling the six-headed golden dragon.

"ROAR!"

The six-headed golden dragon roared angrily. As the spirit of a Formation that had absorbed Spiritual Energy for hundreds of millions of years, it was not to be trifled with. Within a ten-thousand-li radius, nature’s spiritual energy trembled. Above the six-headed golden dragon, six vortexes of Spiritual Energy ford. Its massive draconic body swelled again, shattering the threads spun by the golden needles.

Seeing this, Mistress Rong’s expression turned slightly grave. Spiritual light flashed in her palm as the ten golden needles danced, creating resplendent blossoms of light that once again shot through the air.

The woman and the dragon clashed fiercely, causing the very sky to seem on the verge of collapse.

"It’s our turn." Kaiyang Star Venerable smiled faintly. He took a step forward, boundless starlight appearing beneath his feet, carrying him into the air. Hovering ten thousand zhang high, he stared intently at Sword Pavilion Pass, his deep eyes filled with battle intent. He roared, "Wanlin, co out! I know you’re here!"

On the city wall, Lin WuFeng’s heart leaped with joy upon hearing this. Has the ancestral master truly arrived? But his joy was fleeting, quickly replaced by a heavy solemnity. The enemy has three Ten-thousand-year Emperors! With the ancestral master fighting alone, can he possibly turn the tide and save this collapsing fortress?