With a boom, Nie Li directly shattered the spear radiance that flashed from the void with a single saber strike. He turned his head and looked down, his eyes filled with a chilling cold light. Within a radius of several miles, he couldn't see his own army's figures at all. The entire void was filled with dense arrow rain, covering the sky and obscuring the sun.
"Hum~~"
Suddenly, a spear radiance streaked through the void, appearing from nowhere. It was like the thunder dragon of the heavens, tearing him apart at an extremely strange angle.
His face was anxious. He desperately wanted to go down and intercept the dense arrow rain, minimizing the casualties of his army. However, the spear radiance in the void gave him no opportunity, and his副将 (fùjiàng - vice-general) was intercepted by Wang Baobao in the nearby void.
From time to time, cries of agony rang out, turning into wisps of blood mist!
"Ah!!"
Nie Li roared, and the great saber in his hand instantly slashed out, following the trajectory of the spear radiance, carving a silver sea and blood river. The saber swept across the sky, like a bottomless abyss, directly hacking at the extremely fast spear radiance.
With a boom, an incredibly fierce aura pressed down on him. He turned into a beam of light and was blasted back hundreds of zhang.
"Chichil!!"
Nie Li exerted all his strength and barely stabilized himself. In the distant void, a figure slowly appeared. The man had piercing eyes, eyebrows like eight characters, and a body nine chi tall like silver, majestic and awe-inspiring, appearing like a celestial being. This was Lu Junyi, who had marched south with Wang Baobao.
"Bold thief!"
"Within the territory of my Yan Yang Dynasty, you plunder my subjects!"
"Come and accept your death quickly!"
Nie Li's facial muscles twitched violently. He let out a chilling smile, and his entire body began to spin in the void. The strength of his entire body propelled the great saber in his hand, with an aura as mighty as a mountain. A radiant saber light, detached from the saber, shot out!
"Slash!"
Lu Junyi's expression was calm. Looking at the full-force saber strike, he calmly flicked his wrist, moving the long spear in his hand. A point of cold light swept through the void. The vast night was like a magnificent ocean, split open by a huge abyss. Ripples of air were like thousand-zhang waves.
"Boom!!"
The point of cold light struck first, and the entire void trembled. A fierce wind blew so hard that Gu Yue couldn't open his eyes. The violent elemental energy storm seemed to want to peel off Nie Li's skin.
"Not good!"
His heart trembled. The fierce spear radiance was beyond his ability to resist. He slightly shifted his body, and a giant ice-cold iron saber smashed down along his body.
"Boom!!"
A massive mushroom cloud exploded on the battlefield beneath Gu Yue's feet. Scattered limbs and blood mist, carried by the immense energy storm, sprayed outwards.
"No!!"
Nie Li, who had been fighting Lu Junyi, forgot about his soldiers below. Watching the energy storm that exploded dozens of zhang wide, his heart bled with pain. With that single spear thrust, hundreds of soldiers were bathed in blood on the battlefield.
"Hum~~"
Another point of starlight appeared, like the entire sky of stars, twinkling. Lu Junyi sneered, looking at Nie Li, who had lost his will to resist. He thrust his spear forward, and the entire battlefield vibrated.
Nie Li looked at the spear radiance that blended with the stars, and fear gradually spread across his face. The spear radiance reflected the sky, moving at extreme speed. He couldn't twist his body in time and instinctively raised the long saber in his hand.
A saber like a mountain pressed down. This was his life-or-death strike. Whether he lived or died depended on the might of this saber!
Lu Junyi looked at the blood blade pressing down from the sky in the distance. His eyes were filled with killing intent. He took a step forward, and the entire sky was filled with his afterimages. He swung the long spear in his hand, and the spear radiance swept across the sky. The spear flashed and shot straight towards Nie Li.
"Boom!!"
The stars in the sky turned into starlight, drifting in the void. A roar like a dragon's howl exploded, ravaging the battlefield. A figure plummeted down, smashing the ground and splashing blood mist!
"Cough, cough!!"
Nie Li knelt on both knees, gripping the long saber tightly with both hands, propping himself up. His eyes, devoid of focus, looked up at Lu Junyi in the void. To his left, Wang Baobao, wearing a sable-trimmed hat and holding two blood-red Tiger Heaven Hooks, walked towards him step by step.
"Clang!"
He tried to stand up, but the intense pain and the numb sensation in his legs could no longer support his stubborn will. He collapsed onto the ground, panting feebly. Sudangames.com
Lu Junyi's expression was icy cold, devoid of any warmth or emotion. The battlefield's blood-sha energy coiled around the long spear in his hand.
"Shua!!"
The long spear was instantly raised, its radiance flashing like a blood sea demon dragon, tearing with a gaping maw, and devouring Nie Li mercilessly!
"Rumbling!!"
A point of cold light directly pierced his brow. His entire body instantly stiffened. The blood sea demon dragon that struck the heavens directly pierced through his body!
"Ding!"
"Kachakachakaka!!"
Red threads, glowing with blood light, spread from Nie Li's brow to cover his body. Like ice shattering at that moment, only specks of ice flowers remained, without any blood splashing!
Nie Li, the most trusted general of Zuo Lengchan—a Tongling (Spirit Channeling) expert—met his death in Haizhou!!
Lu Junyi held the long spear in his wrist, and Wang Baobao held the Tiger Head Hook. They turned to look towards Zuo Lengchan's main camp, tens of miles away.
...
Zuo Lengchan's heart had been trembling. Looking at the constantly flashing saber and spear radiance in the distance, his hands shook even more.
"Father King!!"
He kept murmuring, unsure if he was praying to the past Yan Yang Human Kings for protection or seeking mercy from heaven for his desires.
"Hum~~~"
A spear radiance swept across the sky. Zuo Lengchan's powerless eyes looked at the two figures in the distance, who resembled gods and demons. A bitter smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. He slowly moved his steps to the edge of the city wall and casually picked up a long sword.
With a "sheng," he placed it on his neck, his eyes vacant, filled only with flames.
"Father King!!"
At this moment, he had no capable generals left. His trembling hand held the long sword, and blood had already seeped from his neck!!
"Slat!!"
He exerted force in his arm, and the long sword slowly cut across, gushing blood from his neck.
"Clang!!"
The long sword slipped from his grasp, and the figure clad in a four-clawed yellow robe fell powerlessly from the city wall.
Two hundred thousand Han soldiers had charged all the way from Haizhou City. Zuo Lengchan's army was torn apart, with not a single intact body. They were all ripped apart by spears, their corpses mangled, and blood flowed profusely!!
"And with this, you still wanted to contend with Xiao Beilong!!"
Wang Baobao looked at the self-slain Zuo Lengchan and scoffed ruthlessly. His own strength was utterly undeserving of his ambition. With these mere weaklings, he still wanted to seize the world and restore Yan Yang?
"Shua!!"
A crescent moon flashed through the air. Zuo Lengchan's head was directly severed and hung high on the city tower.
One night later, the southern part of the Yan Yang Dynasty was filled with the flags of the Great Han. Zuo Lengchan's forces, which had occupied the south for years, were completely annihilated!