The horse spear spun, its fiery aura transforming into a storm that forced the opponent back, cursing loudly:
"It serves Yue Pengwu right to die without a place to be buried!"
Pingyang was filled with great anger.
The Dragon Horse surged forward with great effort.
Amidst the roar of dragons and the howl of tigers in the sky, within the deadly aura of the Military School, a fierce battle raged.
In just a dozen exchanges, Pei Xiao was unhorsed!
Ling Pingyang, a War General of the Qilin Army, broke free from the battlefield!
He began rushing to the aid of the various units!
At this moment, Yuan Zhi finally managed to catch his breath, not until now did the various emotions that seemed to peel away from him finally surge into Yuan Zhi’s body. He felt as if all his Primordial Qi had been drained in one breath, overwhelmed by boundless exhaustion.
He was on the verge of completely losing consciousness, trembling with fear as his sword-wielding palm shook uncontrollably.
He simply couldn’t control it.
But this was not the moment for him to rest; he still spoke out, yet at this moment the Eight Gates Golden Lock Formation had also lost its greatest effect. Ultimately, two Great Generals realized the situation, ceased fighting each other, gathered their remaining forces, and broke through the Life Gate!
Then they headed straight for the Central Army where Li Guanyi was.
Ranked ninety-one on the Divine General List, Meng Dahao, and ranked ninetieth, Si Tongyuan.
Yuan Zhi’s face was pale, his lips tainted with a trace of fresh blood from overexertion. With a look of shame on his face, he said, "Lord, Yuan Zhi has reached his limit. After all, I could only trap four generals. These two have broken through the formation..."
He bowed respectfully, but the young General beside him pressed him back down.
Li Guanyi’s Central Army consisted of three thousand seven hundred and fifty soldiers. He extended his hand, and dark golden light converged, forming a Battle Halberd roaring like a ferocious tiger. Yuan Zhi bore tremendous pressure, but Li Guanyi also needed to act as the Formation Eye, controlling the flow of Qi for the entire ten thousand soldiers of the Qilin Army.
The two famous generals were in a sorry state, their mutually inflicted wounds bloodied from the battle, gazing at the Qilin Army that lay in wait and roaring with valor. One wielded a Battle Halberd, the other a spear of eight cubits in length, breaking from the formation, intending to storm the enemy’s camp as they had done in the past, to kill the Main General and resolve the danger to their troops.
The Black Wolf Battle Formation and the Soaring Snake Formation took on an existence similar to a Dharma Form.
Both roared and screeched as darkness weighed heavily from above.
"Sir, you have already done extremely well, now leave the rest to me."
The young man stepped forward, a fierce blaze erupting, and Li Guanyi leaped onto the Qilin.
Swinging the Fierce Tiger Sky Shouting Halberd, he charged at the two approaching famed generals, intense flames rising. As the Fierce Tiger Sky Shouting Halberd cut through the void, tiger-like roaring seemed to resonate from the halberd, while Li Guanyi’s chest thundered violently.
In this battle, strategist, soldier, and War General, all had laid everything on the line.
In a single breath, with just over ten thousand men, they faced an army touted as sixty thousand strong, seeking a grand victory. The Qilin pressed forward in the thick of slaughter. As the two men drew ever closer, the power of the Qilin Fire and the Great Formation of the army rose simultaneously from Li Guanyi.
The White Tiger, Red Dragon, Green Bird, Mystic Turtle, and Qilin’s Dharma Forms undulated in sequence by his side.
In the end, with the support of the army’s Great Formation, all five Dharma Forms appeared at virtually the same time!
The fiercely fighting youth, battling alone against two generals, managed to hold his own. The Red Dragon soared to the heavens, the White Tiger pressed its paws, the Green Bird fluttered its wings, and as Li Guanyi fought, his mind remained tranquil. Just moments ago, he was sustaining the immense pressure of the entire Qilin Army’s Great Formation, but now, as other battles drew to a close in succession,
The momentum of the Qilin Army cascaded layer by layer upon Li Guanyi in the fashion of the Eight Gates Golden Lock.
Suddenly, the Red Dragon let out a long chant, its form seeming to spread out, the five Dharma Forms dissolving together with the momentum of the Qilin Army, elevating into layers of cloud sea. With the young general’s halberd thrust into this sea of clouds, a Divine Dragon appeared at his side when it was withdrawn.
A solemn Dragon Roar resounded loudly, and within the clouds and mist around the youth, scales moved like those of the Fire Earth Qilin and the golden eye of the White Tiger, faintly visible. The Dragon Horns resembled those of a Qilin; it was as if the Dharma Form that emerged from the convergence of the five spirits was the purest form of the Dragon.
Li Guanyi thrust forth his Battle Halberd, which momentarily resisted Meng Dahao.
The Divine Dragon roared mightily.
Yue Pengwu, a fierce general of Ying Country, wore an unsightly expression, and ultimately, the Qi of the army’s battle formation dissipated, resulting in Yue Pengwu being sent flying into the air by Li Guanyi’s halberd. Li Guanyi gripped the Divine Weapon and, turning suddenly, swept it around, the heavy and domineering aura tearing through the air.
Si Tongyuan’s vision darkened; he was propelled into the air by the transformed attack.
The Overlord’s Ultimate Move!
The halberd violently struck the ground, and the vast Divine Dragon soared above the battle formation. It was an Army Spirit that could only emerge after the willpower reached a single line of troops, a spirit now manifesting in a special way. Fan Qing clutched his chest, blood on his lips, and the rest of the generals were equally disheveled.
But at this moment, they realized they had won, an incredible victory in battle.
Fan Qing raised his weapon high in the air; within the Eight Gates Golden Lock Formation, the Weapons pointed skyward like a forest. The wind brushed past the Weapons, as though through a bamboo forest.
The Dragon Roar and Tiger Shout were incessant.
The Qilin Army, victorious!
With just over ten thousand men, they faced the armies of Ying Country and Chen Country, with a combined force of over thirty thousand warriors.
Chen’s forces suffered over four thousand dead, Ying Country’s over four thousand; the wounded were innumerable. Out of six famous generals, two were dead, four captured.
Under Guan Yi’s command, two hundred and seventy-three were dead or injured.
News of the battle swept across the land like a wild wind, rolling terrifyingly towards all the countries of the world.