The distance was closing.
Over three hundred mercenaries within the central army, not in the first row, but in the middle of formation, were being carried forward, enveloped by the surrounding Highlanders.
"Burn my blood, offer it to the Red Emperor!"
The Highlanders kept shouting loudly.
Their voices surged like a tide.
The Blood Priests in the ranks rapidly waved their hands, bestowing "Blood Sacrifice" on the warriors, using their own blood to enhance the strength and speed of their tribesmen, and in unison, they became fearless.
A stench of blood permeated the army, turning the eyes of the Highlanders blood-red.
"Burn my blood, offer it to the Red Emperor!"
On the hillside opposite, the Biao Clan with blood-red eyes also began to roar, chanting the same slogan, their tall, reddened bodies swelling, swinging their claws and various heavy weapons.
He Yan’s voice echoed to the skies.
"Wooo wooo..." Accompanied by the horn of the charge, the six-legged warhorses and all mounts accelerated, charging towards the top of the slope.
The thunderous boom was like a stampede of ten thousand horses.
At the top of the slope, the Biao Clan with blood-red eyes also roared and began to charge. Their bodies crouched close to the ground, like enormous felines, with the high ground advantage, their speed kept increasing.
When narrow paths meet, bravery triumphs!
He Yan led the charge.
At this moment, his entire body was ignited with "Blood-Drinking Fury Flame," dual-wielding a war axe and blade in hand, his steed, the Wolf King, leaping out of the formation, a step faster than the others.
An opposing Biao Clan member, also of the Fifth Rank, confronted him with a warhammer swinging.
The two Blood Warriors engaged in combat.
The first row of Highlanders threw their spears in the charge, both sides shooting at each other, causing casualties.
In Ji Xinghuo’s view, the Spiritual Origin Ability had already begun to rise, pulsing continuously.
The two armies, like two torrents, finally collided head-on. The front line of soldiers fell off their mounts, while the Highlanders behind continued to charge, mercilessly trampling over enemies and comrades alike, intent on crushing any living being before them.
In an instant, bones shattered, and blood flew in all directions.
Spiritual Origin Ability +7
Spiritual Origin Ability +11
Spiritual Origin Ability +10
Ji Xinghuo’s head swelled, the Spiritual Origin Ability indicator wildly fluctuating on his interface, but at this moment, he had no mood to pay attention to the changes in numbers.
The strength of the Biao Clan was clearly superior to that of the Highlanders.
After the collision, the Highlanders managed to charge less than a hundred meters before being stopped, and their speed slowed down markedly.
Cavalry unable to charge turned into burdens on their warhorses.
One by one, tall and agile Biao Clan members leaped high, plunging into the tightly-packed Highlander formations, taking advantage of the enemy’s limited space to maneuver, swinging claws and weapons, reaping Highlander lives.
Ji Xinghuo had noticed it long ago.
Over a hundred Biao Clan members, all Fourth Rank Evolvers, their bodies were noticeably taller and larger, their speed faster; they were obviously the elite of the Biao Clan. Led by a Legendary Biao member, they tore through the front lines of the Highlanders like an arrowhead, heading straight for the central army.
Shouts from the Highlanders rang out from the side; two Legendary Highlanders, Blood Warriors like He Yan, ignited in Blood-Drinking Fury Flame, led the way to meet the Biao Clan elite.
The mercenaries followed, joining the battlefield.
Suddenly, all manner of arrows, spears, flames, lightning, and some indistinct attacks whirled through the air; every second, someone fell.
Misha leaped from the back of her six-legged war mount, her skin a deep bronze, muscles bulging, as she wielded a huge axe and hacked wildly into the Biao Clan crowd. Xia Qingyu lurked in the shadows, noticing any enemy that came near for a sneak attack on Misha, either assassinating them or forcing a retreat.
Ji Xinghuo rode behind the two on Qing Hong.
Qing Hong was extremely agile, dodging and weaving through the advance, avoiding long-range attacks, or with a flick of its tail, sending attacking enemies flying.
Atop the beast, Ji Xinghuo held the Invisible Stab, shooting arrows in all directions.
With the bowstring vibrating, invisible arrows shot forth.
Each arrow found a Biao Clan’s eyes, penetrating their heads; no enemy targeted by Ji Xinghuo lived to tell the tale. He was like a fortress of artillery, firing rapidly and accurately, and within a matter of seconds, he had cleared the area around him.
More Biao Clan warriors, fearless of death, rushed up, only to be met with another volley of arrows.
The Spiritual Origin Ability kept rising.
Within less than two minutes of combat, the Spiritual Origin Ability surpassed 4000 points!