Chapter 1006 - 648: Tombstone Spirit Fragment
Chapter 648,
"Kill!!!"
Ran Tu roared, shaking the heavens.
The White Tiger Legion, already in position, instantly formed a tight assault formation. Warriors in the frontline held giant shields to block, while warriors in the rear waited to counterattack with long swords and spears. A surge of murderous intent erupted, iron-willed and fierce, sweeping across the mountains, clashing with the demonic qi of the Stele Demons, stirring waves of energy.
The first battle at the Ice Extreme Pass within the Celestial Stele Secret Realm roared to life.
Ordinary Stele Demons were the first to engage with the frontline warriors of the White Tiger Legion.
A hunchbacked Stele Demon with sharp claws and fangs pounced forward, its pitch-black claws carrying corrosive demonic qi, aiming fiercely at the chest of a White Tiger warrior.
The warrior was unafraid. The Armed Armor took the strike head-on, the armor only emitting a muffled tremor, completely unharmed.
Taking advantage of the moment when the Stele Demon’s power had just waned, the warrior’s heavy ax slashed out horizontally, the fierce force carving a deep gash onto the Stele Demon’s body.
These Stele Demons had incredibly strong physical bodies and terrifying defenses; every charge bore the force of mountain-splitting power.
Yet the White Tiger Legion warriors, protected by their Armed Armor, remained unphased by the demonic qi, and the physical impact was largely absorbed by the armor. Even in close combat, they showed no fear.
The constant clash of weapons resounded, as demon shadows and armored soldiers tangled in fierce combat; fists, claws, and weapons collided madly, turning the battlefield red-hot instantly as dust flew and demonic qi surged and dispersed.
This level of battle unfolded across the battlefield.
Some Stele Demons were slender, shrouded in dense black fog, capable of stealth, excelling in speed and ambushes. Their figures flickered like ghosts, frequently circling to the warriors’ backs, claws aiming precisely at armor gaps, trying to breach defenses.
However, the defense runes on the armor consistently glowed with a faint golden light, firmly blocking the claws outside. As the claws scratched against the armor, they left only fruitless white marks. Instead, the warriors seized the flaws, spinning around to slay with a blade at the vital point, spraying black blood.
Some Stele Demons were as towering as iron pagodas, with hands turned into giant stone hammers, their surfaces covered with bizarre demon patterns. Each slam shattered the ground, flinging stones into the air, the force enough to crush ordinary Tier Five cultivators to pulp.
Yet the White Tiger warriors, relying on the robust protection of their armor, engaged them in close combat. Ax against ax, sword against sword, empowered by Spiritual Energy, each strike left deep wounds on the Stele Demons. Even though their bodies were tough and durable enough to withstand regular attacks, the warriors’ coordinated and relentless assaults left them no choice but to take a beating. Wounds increased, demonic qi leaked out, gradually losing the upper hand until they were jointly executed by the warriors, dissipating as black light scattered away.
At the battlefield’s center, Ran Tu had already set his sights on the leader among the Stele Demons.
This Stele Demon towered like a mountain, covered entirely with pitch-black demon patterns, exuding a heavy, profound aura with veritable Tier Seven combat power.
Ran Tu stepped forward, shattering rocks beneath his feet. Energy surged like a tsunami around him, the white tiger patterns on his armor gleamed brilliantly.
In his hands, the Heaven-piercing Halberd radiated a fierce cold light, continuously infused with Spiritual Energy. The tip of the halberd emitted a blinding glow, activating the patterns on its body, and with a sharp whistle that tore through the air, it shot straight at the chest of the Tier Seven Stele Demon.
The strike was domineering and fierce, like a bamboo splitting, tearing the air apart, leaving a long white air trace, even dispelling the surrounding demonic qi with the halberd’s wind.
The Tier Seven Stele Demon neither dodged nor evaded, its pitch-black giant fist wrapped in a skyful of black fog, whistling with a heaven-shaking destructive force, recklessly clashing with the Heaven-piercing Halberd.
Clang—!
The sound of metal clashing jolted the eardrums, as a violent blast wave erupted with them at its center. Surrounding rocks were blown several meters high, ground split into hideous ravines several meters deep, even warriors and Stele Demons battling in the distance instinctively stepped back due to the blast.
Using the Armed Armor’s combat power amplification, Ran Tu reached a Tier Seven level, with a stance as stable as Mount Tai. He wielded the Heaven-piercing Halberd vigorously, creating countless shadows with lethal intent, each strike carrying destructive might.
Yet this leader Stele Demon was extremely bizarre, its physical body impressively strong, able to absorb several of Ran Tu’s heavy strikes, with only minor tremors left on its body, and a few shallow wounds.
Moreover, its Power of Regeneration was incredibly strong.
Several times, Ran Tu used a family secret technique, his Heaven-piercing Halberd chopping down fiercely, slicing the Stele Demon’s body in half, black blood splattering, body parts falling apart, scattered on the ground.
But in the blink of an eye, the cleaved flesh reunited and knitted together under the black mist’s shroud, the demon patterns flickered, and the wounds healed rapidly. In mere breaths, it was as if it was never harmed.
Not only that, the Stele Demon occasionally let out a deep roar, its sound waves carrying strange Spiritual Shock, targeting the mind, disturbing the spirit. An unprepared Tier Six powerhouse could easily lose control of the mind.
Fortunately, Ran Tu wore general-grade armor, with a firm divine soul barrier, plus Little Pollo’s soul protection, blocking most of the mental erosion, unfazed by the roar, maintaining his relentless offensive, filling the air with halberd shadows, relentlessly pressuring his opponent.
Across the battlefield, the White Tiger Legion had a clear advantage using their armor.
Ordinary Stele Demons, although fierce and resilient, couldn’t pierce the warriors’ defenses and were forced to take hits passively.
One by one, Stele Demons were encircled and slain by the battle formation, their demonic qi dissipated, turning into specks of black light vanishing into the heavens and earth.
All were absorbed in the melee, with no one noticing the dim corner of a distant cliff.