BOOM!
The Desert Legion advanced swiftly. In the blink of an eye, they arrived at the mountain gate of Zixiao Holy Land. A bloody light flashed, condensing into a terrifying battle soul of the army. Across the ten-thousand-zhang Void, clouds of Evil Qi billowed and rolled.
The image of tiless rivers and mountains manifested within the battle soul, unleashing countless divine rays, its sharp aura piercing the heavens. The intent of destruction shook heaven and earth!
Even Shu Qingyun, standing within the Formation, felt imnse pressure. As for the ordinary Disciples and soldiers of Zixiao Holy Land, they fared even worse; their faces turned pale, and their legs trembled uncontrollably.
Shu Qingyun’s brow furrowed. We can only call for aid! With a series of hand seals, he conjured two beams of purple light carrying his plea for help, shooting them towards Qionghua Holy Land and the Thousand-Demon Saint’s Court.
He knew that with Zixiao Holy Land’s current strength, it would be difficult to withstand the Qin army’s charge. The battle intent in the Void grew ever thicker.
Shu Qingyun, you were unjust, so don’t bla for being unrighteous! Outside the Sect Master’s hall, the Great Elder, who was supposed to be executed, had his life temporarily spared due to the Qin army’s arrival.
Like a maggot, he crawled on the cold ground, hiding in the shadows. He stared at the figures in the sky, his face twisted and his eyes filled with venomous hatred, a truly terrifying sight.
"Kill!"
At the foot of Zixiao Holy Land’s mountain, Huo Qubing brandished his war spear. His long black hair billowed, and his eyes blazed with a brilliant light. Unparalleled in his Shenwu, like a War God, he launched his attack.
BOOM!
The spear’s edge was terrifyingly sharp, wreathed in destructive spear intent as it struck the purple Formation.
The shriek of the spear pierced the ears, like a needle stabbing the soul!
With just one strike, the Formation that had protected Zixiao Holy Land for countless aeons rippled violently. A thousand-zhang deep pit caved in, and the trendous impact caused the land for ten thousand li around to tremble.
The sky turned dim; the sun and moon lost their light. Mountains collapsed, and vegetation withered—a scene of utter desolation, like the end of days.
Throughout the region, all Martial Artists looked up, gazing at Zixiao Holy Land from afar. So sighed, so watched with anticipation, so smiled bitterly, and others remained indifferent.
"Quick, stabilize the Formation!" Shu Qingyun roared, unleashing his purple Spiritual Energy, all of which poured into the Formation.
Without needing orders, the experts and Disciples of Zixiao Holy Land desperately channeled their Spiritual Energy into the Formation to stabilize it. After absorbing a vast amount of energy, the Formation returned to its original state, its radiance growing even more brilliant.
Seeing this, Shu Qingyun and the many Disciples of the Holy Land breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, when they had previously sought refuge with Beidou Palace, they had used Beidou Palace’s power to upgrade their Sect Protection Array, enabling it to withstand attacks from Martial Artists at the Ten-thousand-year Great Emperor Realm.
"Sect Master, the Qin army won’t break through, will they?" the Second Elder stepped forward and asked, mustering his courage.
"Rest assured!" Shu Qingyun waved his hand. Looking at Huo Qubing outside the Formation, he sneered, "Though I cannot discern this Qin General’s cultivation, he is definitely no higher than the Thousand-Ages Great Emperor Realm. Our Formation can withstand an attack from a Ten-thousand-year Great Emperor Realm Martial Artist, so how could he possibly break through?"
"Besides, we only need to hold out for a day at most. Once reinforcents arrive, we will be safe!" His tone was exceptionally confident.
The Second Elder couldn’t help but smile upon hearing this.
Outside the Formation, Huo Qubing, having failed to destroy the Formation in one blow, narrowed his eyes. He gripped his spear shaft tightly, veins bulging on his arms like coiling flood dragons, his face radiating boundless killing intent.
Huo Qubing roared internally, After today, Zixiao Holy Land shall cease to exist in the Western Lands! He began to channel the power of the army formation, unleashing surging waves of blood-red energy that spread in all directions. His aura was imnse, his divine might vast and profound.
His cultivation also began to skyrocket, directly leaping an entire major realm, advancing from the Peak of the Ancient Great Emperor Realm to the Peak of the Thousand-Ages Great Emperor Realm.
As a General, his greatest trump card was not his own strength, but the power drawn from his army.
"Victory at Juxu Mountain!"
Taking a deep breath, battle intent surged in Huo Qubing’s eyes. Boundless, dazzling spear energy filled the sky, infused with an imnse destructive intent that swept away everything in its path.
In his past life, he had led his troops deep into the great desert, twice achieving supre rit for the entire army. He pursued the Xiongnu forces to Juxu Mountain and Guyan Mountain, where he perford sacrifices to Heaven and Earth, then returned by way of Hanhai, forcing ’the Xiongnu to flee far, leaving no royal court south of the desert’!
In this life, he was no less determined. He had ventured deep into Zixiao Holy Land alone, intending to annihilate Zixiao Holy Land and ensure that all lands west of the Great Qin beca Qin territory!
BOOM!
The blood-red spear energy, an invincible force, struck the Formation heavily.
An instant of silence, then a sound like the world’s annihilation. Endless shockwaves ravaged everything; anything they touched ceased to exist.
CRACK!
Before the horrified eyes of all Zixiao Holy Land’s Disciples, the Formation in which they had placed such high hopes fractured with countless fissures.
Wisps of the spear energy’s aftermath seeped through the cracks, striking the peaks of Zixiao Holy Land. They carved deep ravines, collapsed mountain ranges, and reduced halls to ashes. Many Disciples and soldiers of Zixiao Holy Land who could not evade in ti were instantly vaporized into Voidness.
The scene was terrifying beyond asure. This is bad! Shu Qingyun’s expression changed drastically, a chill gripping his heart. As he watched the crumbling Formation, a trace of fear crept into his eyes. This is dreadful!
The Formation, capable of withstanding an attack from a Ten-thousand-year Great Emperor Realm Martial Artist, had been pierced by a single spear thrust from Huo Qubing.
"Shatter!" Huo Qubing sneered. The Spiritual Energy within him surged, pouring into his spear energy. With that, he completely shattered Zixiao Holy Land’s Sect Protection Array, revealing the devastated scene within the sect.
"Defend! Quickly, defend!" Shu Qingyun landed on the main peak and hastily commanded.
Legions began to mobilize, marching towards the front lines—tens of millions strong, a vast, dark tide of soldiers creating an imposing sight. The Elders from each peak soared through the Void, preparing to et the enemy.
"Charge!"
Huo Qubing raised his war spear high. The three-million-strong Desert Legion surged forward, wreathed in an aura of blood and Evil Qi, attacking at incredible speed.
BOOM!
After a few breaths, the Desert Legion clashed with Zixiao Holy Land’s forces.
The vassal legions were in the vanguard, with Sect Disciples behind them. The Disciples of Zixiao Holy Land ford several defensive lines, all resisting fiercely at this crucial juncture of life and death. However, their strength was clearly no match for the Desert Legion.
On the battlefield, the soldiers of the Desert Legion were emotionless. Sword lights rent the sky, spear lights crisscrossed, and saber flashes descended. Every attack claid an enemy’s life.
High above in the sky, Huo Qubing surveyed his surroundings, his gaze finally locking onto the main peak. A terrifying attack was brewing.
Simultaneously, Shu Qingyun sensed he was targeted. His expression shifted repeatedly. A purple light flashed beneath his feet, and he left a trail of afterimages in the sky as he fled into the distance. I must escape! he thought. I know I’m no match for Huo Qubing! All I can do is strive to survive and pass on the heritage of Zixiao Holy Land!
Huo Qubing’s lips curled into a slight smirk as he took a step forward. Can you truly escape?
Instantly, a spear energy wreathed in blood-red light shot out from behind him, piercing through the cosmos to strike Shu Qingyun’s back. The spear’s radiance flared.
The fleeing Shu Qingyun stumbled, a bloody hole appearing in his chest. Like a bird with a broken wing, he plumted onto a mountain peak, gouging out a deep crater.
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