Chapter 605: Battle (Part 1)
Three hundred meters above the ground.
Lin Feng took the lead, his nine golden rings swelled in the wind, and he was like a burning golden meteor, heading straight for the Celestial Realm of the Demon Sect!
Jiang Zhaoyue and Jiang Yelan flanked the two wings, with Zhou Guosheng's golden longsword following closely behind. The golden light on the sword shimmered, illuminating half the sky for a moment.
Following closely behind, Feng Xue took the lead, her dragon wings whipping up a whirlwind, followed closely by Zhao Hu and ten other level 40 combatants, lined up in a row, their imposing presence like a wall.
Paul slung the tomahawk over his shoulder and cursed under his breath.
"Oh, damn it! Last time four of them ganged up on me, like Siberian snow hares! This time, I'll take them all down with one axe!"
Meng Yi raised his long halberd high, his voice echoing across the land: "Flying Legion, charge with me!"
Five hundred ice-winged griffins simultaneously let out sharp cries, while the thousand generals on their backs roared in unison, pressing forward with their long halberds.
Two thousand ice-winged griffins followed behind, rolling away like a silver tide.
On the other side, 366 grandmasters were the first to rush out.
More °• N 𝑜 v 𝑒 l i g h t •° than three hundred of them had empty eyes, and no trace of the light of a living person was deep in their pupils. They were blood puppets that Li Zhan had personally crafted.
His body was intact, but his consciousness had been completely erased, leaving only his fighting instincts to drive his body.
Only a few normal grandmasters have a mixture of killing intent and fear in their eyes.
Behind the Grandmaster, more than 1,300 black-feathered kites took flight.
With eagle heads and snake necks, and black feathers like iron, each of them carried a Xiantian disciple on its back, wielding various weapons.
The two armies, three hundred meters in the air, charged toward each other with unstoppable force.
The moment they entered firing range, both sides fired almost simultaneously.
On the Demonic Sect's side, the Innate Disciples and Grandmasters raised their hands in unison, unleashing Blood Qi Finger strikes from their fingertips.
Thousands of dark red finger beams ripped through the air, carrying a corrosive aura, and pressed down relentlessly.
"Armor and armor combined!"
Meng Yi's voice boomed like thunder.
Five hundred generals of a thousand men, eighty captains, and fifty generals of ten thousand men all simultaneously shone with purple light.
The purple light merged into one, forming a thick light curtain in front of the flying legion.
The purple light screen collided with the red finger beam, sparks flew everywhere, and the sound was as dense as popping beans.
"Counterattack!"
Meng Yi roared a second time.
The officers and soldiers flying in the air raised their Qin crossbows in unison, and thousands of crossbow bolts were released at the same time, the sharp sound of them piercing the air tearing through the clouds.
"Qin Crossbow - Rapid Fire!"
Two thousand centurions and five hundred sergeants followed closely behind, and simultaneously pulled the triggers of their crossbows.
Nearly ten thousand more crossbow bolts followed.
Two arrows overlapped in mid-air, instantly doubling the density of the arrow barrage, like a moving iron wall, crushing towards the Demon Sect's swarm of black-feathered kites.
At the same time, 2,500 ice-winged griffins hovered, and ice-blue spears condensed in front of their beaks.
Three hundred meters away, the target was locked on, and in the next instant, two thousand five hundred ice crystal spears shot out!
A roar immediately erupted from within the Demon Sect's formation!
"Innate罡气!"
"Blood Qi Protection!"
Hundreds of grandmasters unleashed their power simultaneously.
Dark red blood mist gushed out from their bodies, making them appear as if they were enveloped in a thick, sticky blood-red light.
The disciples of the Innate Realm also activated their Innate Qi, and a pale red light shield covered their entire bodies.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Arrows and ice crystal spears collided with the blood-red light shield at the same time, creating a series of explosions like rolling thunder.
The crimson light shield trembled violently, some shattering on the spot. Ice crystal spears pierced through the innate disciples, their screams torn apart by the wind, and figures fell from Mo Lingyuan's back.
But more of the crimson light shields withstood the first volley of fire. Dark red blood mist surged in the explosion, and broken arrows and ice shards were blown away by the shockwave, scattering everywhere.
The two long-range exchanges lasted only a dozen seconds.
Then, the two armies clashed.
Meng Yi charged in first, his halberd twitching as the tip of his spear extended like a snake's tongue, aiming straight for the grandmaster wielding two swords in front of him.
The master's eyes were numb, but his twin blades were so fast that only two bloody afterimages remained. One blade slashed towards Meng Yi's throat, while the other cut into his waist and ribs.
Meng sidestepped the first blow, then parried the second with his halberd.
The swords and halberds clashed, sending sparks flying. He used the momentum to press down on the halberd, its end whipping out like a whip, striking his opponent's knee.
The master's figure blurred as he activated the Blood Shadow Step, transforming into a blur as he moved sideways.
Before the afterimage had faded, another figure pounced from the side, their twin blades clashing, like a tireless ghost.
"Slay the general!"
Meng Yi roared, channeling all his strength into the halberd, and the tip of the halberd pierced the grandmaster's chest with unstoppable momentum.
The Grandmaster uses a double-blade and fork stance, his Blood Qi protecting his body by condensing into a dark red light shield in front of his chest.
"clang!"
The clang of metal against metal was like the sound of a striking bell. The master's two swords trembled violently, and he slid backward for more than ten meters.
But his eyes never changed from beginning to end; they remained empty and numb, like a stagnant pool.
"Spear Formation & Barricades!"
Meng Yi gave him no chance to catch his breath, pointing his halberd diagonally, causing his block rate to surge.
He took a step forward, and his halberd blades pierced out like raindrops, forcing the grandmaster to retreat repeatedly.
The opponent continued to counterattack with bone-crushing whip kicks and dual swords, but the man's face remained expressionless. He didn't seem like a living person fighting, but rather a machine driven only by fighting instincts.
Something's not right.
Meng Yi's heart sank, but his hands didn't slow down. He deflected the opponent's twin swords with his halberd and then swept the Grandmaster away again with a backhand.
"Attention everyone!" he roared, his voice like a thunderclap, echoing across the entire battlefield.
"These grandmasters are strange! They show no fear, they don't back down, and they fight like puppets! You all better be careful and don't treat them like ordinary opponents!"
Before he finished speaking, the grandmaster who had been sent flying bounced back, his twin swords thrusting straight at Meng Yimen, his eyes still empty, as if he had never known what pain was.
At the same time, the entire aerial battlefield had become completely chaotic.
One hundred and forty generals and captains each found their opponents and fought against the masters in separate battle groups.
The five hundred generals, each with a thousand men, formed pairs and relentlessly pursued the remaining grandmasters.
Griffins and black-feathered kites tore and clashed, arrows, ice crystals, blood, and iron feathers intertwining into a storm amidst the shouts of battle.
...
On the west side of the battlefield, a normal Grandmaster is fighting with a Captain.
He wielded a long, narrow, blood-red blade with both hands, his movements ruthless and swift.
The captain opposite him was far inferior to him in both strength and agility, and could only barely parry, being forced to retreat repeatedly by the blood-stained blade.
Each strike of the blade against the captain's halberd caused blood to spurt from his tiger's mouth and his arm to go numb.
"Is that all you've got?" the master sneered, his eyes full of disdain.
He even had the energy to distract himself and listen to Meng Yi's shouts from afar.
Upon hearing the word "puppet," his lips twitched, and he chuckled inwardly. "So you know how powerful they are now? These blood puppets are fearless, insensitive, and unyielding. Using them as the vanguard is perfect."