Although in his thoughts, the Great Marshall had forgotten that he, too, was below the Holy Level, he was the one who controlled the Saints among the Saints.
The Great Marshall observed through his binoculars, noticing many beasts advancing. His gaze quickly landed on the white-haired youth at the forefront. Surrounding and behind him were nurous Saints, and a sour taste lingered in his mouth.
This young man was undoubtedly the one Li ilin had told them about in his younger days—the one who allowed Li ilin to return and warned them of the impending arrival of the beast tribe. Gazing at this striking young man, a frown appeared on the Great Marshall’s face, for he didn’t know what to do. This was indeed a great help to them. Without the warning, this nation would have been shrouded in corpses, the blood flowing endlessly, and they surely would have faced defeat.
"What is your opinion of the little man?" the Great Marshall complained as he observed the young man with binoculars. With a final grunt, the Great Marshall placed the binoculars on the table beside him and pinched behind his nose with both hands. He despised anything new and incomprehensible, and this half-man, half-beast creature was certainly soone he couldn’t understand.
The Great Marshall stood up and moved to a tall platform where he could oversee every soldier in the army. His face was solemn as he used Qi to amplify his voice.
"The beast tribe is upon us, but do not be afraid!" As his voice bood out, everyone fell silent to hear his words. "They may be ferocious beasts, their ranks might be higher than yours, but they are nothing more than beasts! Even beasts of higher ranks can be slain by a united effort. Aim for their vital points, and instill it deeply in each of you. We may face heavy casualties, but this is the price we pay to preserve our Kingdom. Imagine what would happen should the beast tribe erge victorious; imagine what might occur to your families behind the walls if we are destroyed."
Every word the Great Marshall spoke invigorated the once frightened and discouraged soldiers, filling them with energy and the desire to kill. They no longer cared about their own safety; what mattered most was slaying as many beasts as possible.
"Stop!" Yan Xiaobao raised his arm, and instantly all four hundred thousand beasts ca to a halt. They were now a kiloter apart, close enough for beasts and humans to see one another. While humans exuded killing intent and bloodlust, there was a slight tension within them. The primary difference in attitude between the armies ca not only from their ranks but also from the fact that the beast troops were composed of experts who had honed their skills for centuries. These experts spent all their ti perfecting their personal combat techniques rather than team strategies or warfare tactics.
"Not bad," Yan Xiaobao remarked with a smile as he looked at the crowd before him. Outside the city walls, awaiting them, were experts under the King’s command. They had Dukes and Masters amongst them, but most of their soldiers ca from practitioners and teams of Masters—a complete tier lower than Yan Xiaobao’s army.
Yan Xiaobao halted his army and gazed skyward, a subtle smile lingering on his face. As they approached the frontline more closely, he also felt the slow surge of excitent. Yan Xiaobao reveled in the bloodlust stirring within him. Yan Xiaobao had already rged with monks and wolves; though the monk’s temperant was more dominant, one must not forget the deep-seated fury hidden within the wolf. A wolf that had ascended to God’s List, and in this case, its character began to gradually manifest.
Yan Xiaobao’s teeth sharpened, and the sinister grin on his face grew wider. The atmosphere around him intensified, saturated with killing intent. The air chilled, his blue eyes transitioned to red. The wolf deep inside was on the brink of revival, but before it could take over, Yan Xiaobao regained control of himself. Taking a deep breath, he began to recall every tactic from War Art, calming himself as the murderous intentions resolved into clarity.
The Saints were stunned, rendered speechless. None uttered a single word, but the killing intent they felt from Yan Xiaobao vastly surpassed anything they could produce themselves. This was a killing intent cultivated only by slaughtering millions of lives—a power so overwhelming it erases one’s own identity. This murderous intent was so potent that even Saints trembled under it, cold sweat forming on their foreheads. It was a pure embodint of Cold Blood, representing a total lack of compassion, the kind of intent held by soone who wouldn’t hesitate to kill anyone in their path.
Turning around, Yan Xiaobao smiled faintly at the many Saints, as though nothing had transpired. Seeing their dumbfounded expressions, he laughed heartily.
"Beasts!" Yan Xiaobao shouted, his voice so loud that even human soldiers standing a kiloter away could hear him distinctly. His tone was steady and calm. On a warm sumr day, it was like a refreshing breeze. "Beasts, we have arrived! Before us stands a Spanish army, but they are rely weak humans! If you desire freedom, then we must carve a path of slaughter through their forces. If we want a place to live and for our descendants to grow, then fight as if there is no tomorrow!"
"This is your one and only chance! Prove to the world that beasts are not to be laughed at. Prove to the world that you do not cower in fear at the borders of the Divine Domain. Prove to the world that we are fighting for our freedom with utmost resolve!"
Every word Yan Xiaobao uttered made the beasts tremble in excitent. Their gazes burned with the desire for battle. Muscles coiled tensely beneath various skins and fur. Each creature grew impatient, eager to start the war; even the Saints beside him showed signs of yearning to participate in the fight.
With a sigh, Yan Xiaobao couldn’t help but smile at the beasts roaring toward the heavens, demonstrating their intense thirst for battle. Even Yan Xiaobao felt infected by this sudden impulse to prematurely comnce the fight.
Gazing at the sun overhead, Yan Xiaobao summoned wings from the depths of the Dantian Cave and soared into the sky. The sunset bathed him in light, making him resemble an angel surrounded by a golden aura. Yan Xiaobao looked down at his soldiers and smiled.
Initially, the young commander had planned to let the opponent make the first move. If his army charged ahead first, they risked placing themselves in a disadvantageous position. However, now he realized his soldiers were more prepared for war than ever before. As he flew through the sky, he let out a deep sigh, closed his eyes briefly, and reopened them, emitting an intense glow from within.
"Take your positions!" he commanded, and the beasts complied perfectly with his orders. They lined up like a proper military force. All wore smiles; so trembled with excitent, while others let out uncontrollable howls.
Seeing everyone in formation beneath him, Yan Xiaobao turned away from his army and gazed in the direction of the enemy army.
"Let the battle comnce!" he roared. With a few powerful flaps of his golden wings, he surged toward the enemy with maximum speed. Below him, the beasts charged forward. So reverted to their original forms, while others maintained human shape, wielding weapons in their hands. In the sky, wave after wave of avian beasts took flight, joined by dragons and winged horses. The air quickly beca dark with nacing beasts determined to combat the humans. As Yan Xiaobao’s cries echoed, howls, screams, and roars filled the air, making the earth tremble. On the ground, the beasts no longer held back as so returned to original forms, others dug into the earth, and most sprinted forward, directly following Yan Xiaobao’s lead.
At the forefront, Yan Xiaobao continued pressing forward, relying on his wings to accelerate. He reached out to Lord Pan and Wan Qiao, gesturing toward the crossbow cannon aid at the enemies’ weaponry situated behind their forces. One arrow was already prepared to launch skyward, intent on piercing through one of the many corpses occupying the air and ensuring they’d never rise again. Seeing Yan Xiaobao’s signal, the two Saints imdiately understood their task and hurried toward the weapon.
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