"Sons of Qin, march with me into battle!"
Despite there being fewer Saints than the Holy Fire Sect, the Qin side was not afraid to fight. The Emperor of Qin drew his imperial sword, issuing the attack command with a roar.
"Together, we face the national crisis!"
Six million Qin soldiers roared, their morale soaring, their determination limitless. The weapons in their hands emanated an Evil Qi, gathering together, like a ferocious beast bellowing with its mouth open. The scarlet glow sent shivers down the spine.
The two armies, like surging tides of blood, met in a fierce clash, appearing as if they surged from the ends of the sea.
All the soldiers involved in this war were Martial Artists. In terms of both quantity and quality, this battle far surpassed those fought between the Qin Empire and the coalition of six kingdoms and six sects.
A Martial Artist can shatter boulders!
A hundred Martial Artists can level a hill!
A thousand Martial Artists can obliterate mountains and cities, reducing a colossal mountain to flat land!
In this ongoing war, the battleground had expanded to cover hundreds of miles, with ten million participating Martial Artists. The landscape varied, featuring towering peaks, rivers, valleys, and plains...
Standing on the battlefield, there were people everywhere, the sounds of battle everywhere, bodies and bloodshed everywhere.
A Qin soldier, after slaying a soldier of the Holy Fire Sect, before he could even draw breath, found numerous long spears piercing his body. Blood splashed. He was doomed to eternal slumber there.
Behind him stood five soldiers of the Holy Fire Sect, their bodies drenched in blood. Pulling out their spears, they sought their next targets.
Before long, they were surrounded by over twenty Qin soldiers. After a brief confrontation, they were hacked to death, their bodies mutilated.
This was a microcosm of the battlefield, where all were shadowed by death. Perhaps in the next second, or the next minute, death would come knocking.
The chilling rain fell relentlessly, beneath heavy clouds;
Bodies lay strewn everywhere, blood forming rivers!
"Wudao, head to the rear of the battlefield first!"
Above the nine heavens, Qin’s founding emperor was on guard against the Holy Fire Sect’s ancestor, a boundless white sword light coiling around him like a river of swords, radiating a dangerous aura.
"Ancestor, take care!"
The battle between Saints was terrifying. Even a stray shockwave was more than Qin Wudao could bear. After a word of caution, he turned to leave.
But rather than heading to the safe rear, he went to the ground battlefield to fight alongside the Qin soldiers to the bitter end.
Somewhere on the battlefield, Qin soldier Liu Yong was being attacked by several Holy Fire Sect soldiers. During the confrontation, his weapon was knocked to the ground, leaving him in a precarious state.
Losing one’s weapon on the battlefield was akin to crippling one’s own martial abilities, leaving one only to await death. Even Liu Yong himself felt doomed.
Two Holy Fire Sect soldiers raised their weapons, ready to strike.
At the critical moment, two streaks of Sword Qi whizzed through the air, slicing the two Holy Fire Sect soldiers in half at the waist. Splattering blood showered Liu Yong, turning his world a ghastly crimson.
In this red world, he saw the other Holy Fire Sect soldiers also being cut down by Sword Qi, blood spurting like fountains.
"Are you okay?" Qin Wudao walked over, looking at the blood-soaked Liu Yong, and asked anxiously.
"Your Highness, I’m fine!" Liu Yong rubbed his eyes, filled with gratitude.
"If you’re fine, then I’ll return to the battle!" Qin Wudao nodded and charged toward the enemies ahead. Sword Qi swept out, and all enemies in its path were slain.
Liu Yong picked up his fallen weapon from the ground and followed Qin Wudao, continuously slaying enemies. Before long, their contingent grew larger and larger, like a sharp sword stabbing into the enemy’s chest.
Being able to fight alongside the Crown Prince filled them with fierce morale, and their combat power increased severalfold.
Though he was on the ground, Qin Wudao kept his attention on the battle in the sky. After he left, the battle between Saints had erupted.
"Five Elements Unite Formation!"
The Emperor of Qin, Qin’s founding emperor, Li Si, Bai Qi, and Zhang Gan entered the battlefield and immediately activated the Formation. Their strength surged as they clashed fiercely with the seven ancestors of the Holy Fire Sect. Not only were they not defeated, but they even gained a slight upper hand.
It was because of this Formation that the Qin Empire did not fear the Holy Fire Sect.
The Pope of the Holy Fire Sect is also a Martial Artist in the Saint Realm. Why hasn’t he joined the battle? Could it be...
Glancing at the battlefield in the sky, Qin Wudao’s eyebrows furrowed, an ominous premonition rising in his heart.
Soon, his ominous premonition was confirmed.
A roar echoed across the sky above the battlefield.
In the distant sky, Duan Wanjiang was suspended in the Void, his eyes filled with murderous intent. Shadows of fiery dragons emerged behind him. Their draconic eyes were savage, and after a roar, they swooped down toward the ground.
"No!" Qin Wudao’s pupils contracted sharply. The situation he feared the most had occurred.
Duan Wanjiang had abandoned his dignity as a Saint Realm expert and launched an attack on ordinary soldiers. No, to be precise, he was slaughtering them.
The fire dragons crashed into the Qin army’s camp. A contingent of a thousand soldiers was instantly engulfed in a sea of fire. The Qin soldiers caught in the flames turned into human torches, struggling continuously, but they could not escape the inferno and were ultimately burned to charred corpses.
A fire dragon soared into the sky again. Under Duan Wanjiang’s control, it continued to massacre Qin soldiers. In a short time, tens of thousands had been killed, adding the stench of burning flesh to the blood-soaked battlefield.
Countless Qin soldiers were secretly terrified, fearing the fire dragon would descend upon them and turn them into charcoal. Their morale plummeted.
The eyes of the Holy Fire Sect soldiers suddenly lit up. Immensely excited, their faces flushed as they relentlessly charged and killed.
The bodies of numerous Qin soldiers lay in the bloody rain.
Damn it! Qin Wudao cursed inwardly. If this continues, the Qin soldiers won’t be able to hold on much longer. Even if they do, how many will be left by the end of the battle? System, when will Zhao Yun arrive?
His only hope now was the hero he had summoned, Zhao Yun.
"DING! Soon!" The system’s prompt was, as usual, emotionless.
High in the sky, Duan Wanjiang laughed wildly, the murderous aura emanating from him growing ever more intense. Scanning the battlefield, his gaze fell upon Qin Wudao. He paused momentarily, then directed his fire dragon to attack him.
Qin Wudao looked up just in time to see the fire dragon hurtling towards him and hastily tried to dodge. But no matter how fast he was, how could he possibly outpace an attack from a Saint Realm expert? In the blink of an eye, the fire dragon was about to descend upon him.
Just then, a furious voice rang out, bringing immense joy to Qin Wudao. He saw a young general in white armor, riding a warhorse that galloped through the Void, wielding a gleaming silver spear. The spear danced, creating dazzling flourishes, exuding an aura of divine martial prowess.
The newcomer was none other than Zhao Yun!
Seeing the fire dragon closing in on Qin Wudao, Zhao Yun’s eyes narrowed, an intense murderous aura flaring around him. He hurled his Bright Silver Spear, which transformed into a white dragon, carrying an unstoppable sharpness as it pierced through Changkong!
This spear strike was like a dragon assailing the nine heavens, capable of shattering the Azure Sky.
The fire dragon conjured by Duan Wanjiang was directly pierced by the spear and dissipated into the Void.