The sound of Peking Opera that seemed like a lifetime away still echoed in his ears.
Li Mo felt the cold wind on his face, making the dark mass of enemy soldiers look like the ripples on a lake surface, with all kinds of witchcraft totems casting their eerie and terrifying divine intentions.
How did the song go again?
His memory was blurred, and he didn’t have time to think about it anymore.
Bang—
He charged ahead, colliding with the enemy ranks, the power of sixty armor-clad soldiers making him feel like a god. The star-like cudgel stirred up a gale, instantly shattering dozens of soldiers bearing totemic powers into bl**d and gore, finally being blocked by the totem of a vicious turtle spirit.
Red mist sprinkled, seemingly still carrying the warmth that had not yet dissipated.
He was like a sharp spearhead, thrusting fiercely into this bl**d and steel encirclement, charging towards his target.
Sounds of armor breaking, flesh and bl**d dissipating, and the angry roars of witch spirits mingled together.
“Avenging the young tribal leader!”
Woven shields parted, and a two-meter-tall figure burst out from within. He was clad in heavy armor, with hard shells growing on exposed parts, and behind him flickered the totem of the vicious turtle.
He was akin to an Internal Scenery martial artist, though he lacked his own internal scenery; everything he had was devoted to the witch spirits, which became his inner realm.
He swung the long-handled golden mace, accompanied by the roaring of the vicious turtle as it descended.
Clang—
The clash was earth-shaking, like metal striking metal.
The golden mace shattered under forty strikes, its fragments piercing through dozens of woven armors, and its wielder met the same fate as Helian Wu.
Even the totem of the vicious turtle spirit flickered violently.
The war colossus moved slowly.
But now, four different ones blocked its path, making it impossible to circumvent realistically.
“Roar—”
One was a standing snake-headed man, another a Huodou, one more Zhu Yan, and the last the black-water vicious turtle. They respectively enhanced their tribes’ warriors and mechanically moved their bodies, crushing down on this group of people.
It was like the collapse of four small mountains.
Their targets were not just Li Mo, but also the greenwood iron cavalry accompanying him into the fray.
As long as the iron cavalry were reduced, the military array’s power on him would naturally weaken. Even if he was only in the Observation Realm, he would be surrounded and killed by the army.
“Hold the mountain peaks!”
Li Mo’s cloud horse galloped, making the actions of the vicious turtle colossus even slower. The cloud horse charged straight up along the turtle’s pillar-like leg.
With one strike, the overwhelming force driven by the military array shattered the bronze statue, revealing web-like cracks, and a massive shockwave erupted.
This thousand-year-old bronze statue let out a groan of unbearable weight, collapsing like a pile of jade.
The shattered life forces transformed into black specters, surging out with the shockwave.
“The turtle spirit’s totem has shattered?!”
In front of the imperial palace, the Hall of Beasts’ master crossed his arms, his pupils trembling.
Even an external realm powerhouse would find it difficult to break a witch spirit colossus.
Did this kid really bear the full might of the military array of thousands of iron cavalry?
“Not just that.”
Han Zhen’s bl**d-patterned arm continuously absorbed the bl**d energy of both sides.
Just the military array power of the greenwood iron cavalry, combined with the enhancement of the killing heavenly sound, wouldn’t have been enough to reach this level.
There was a great secret on that kid, no less than a ancestral spirit!
“What does he want to do?”
The witch spirit of the Great Wind tribe’s eyes flickered.
As long as the witch spirit totems had enough life forces, they could achieve immortality. But if no one believed in them, they would fade away.
The black water turtle had a chance to revive, but if the national teacher didn’t intervene to reconstruct the totem, there might be no hope for its return to the world.
Similarly, if their own witch spirit totem took a hit from that kid…
“It’s me.”
Han Zhen’s face was grim, suddenly laughing to the sky, his bl**d energy surging:
“A mere Observation Realm, wanting to…”
“k*ll the seat?!”
—
Beast transformation faces changed.
If Han Zhen died, who would gather the national fortune of Da Shang? Who would repair the Bronze Divine Tree?
Many of them were awakened by Han Zhen.
Reflecting the indomitable will of war, a wolf smoke that couldn’t be extinguished, approaching closer and closer.
“Bring back that kid’s head, to offer it to the national teacher as wine!”
Frightening figures disappeared into the temple.
“Turtle God!”
Warriors of the Helian tribe had bloodshot eyes, charging forward even more fearlessly.
And the other three war colossi…
The intense heat burned Li Mo’s armor red, with life forces constantly transforming into black specters entwining around him, evaporated by the will of battle and the strength of the military array, emitting shrill wails.
But he was ultimately held back by the quagmire-like life forces, a method not typical of a martial artist, something he hadn’t anticipated before.
He couldn’t just have the greenwood iron cavalry retreating now.
Charging cavalry would only stop when they were dead or scattered the enemy ranks.
On the city wall.
“Prepare the army crossbows, clear the way for the commander and Young Hero Li!”
Wu Lang shouted, his bloody hand with exposed bones forcefully pulling the bowstring, loading the last bed crossbow.
“Release!”
A roar, and the weapons spewed sharp gusts of wind.
The gusts pierced the witch spirit colossus, bursting into bright sparks.
This strike did not destroy any colossus, but achieved the strategic goal of delaying their descent.
This brief moment…
Qu Sheng arrived.
This greenwood commander wore no armor, only a white robe, yet at the forefront of his cavalry, sweeping through with his spear, surrounding armor and flesh shattered around him.
Rushing here, his cavalry and infantry mixed formation suffered greatly, every second seeing comrades fall.
Yet he focused on the war colossus, sharply squeezing his horse’s belly.
The snow-white dragon carried him, passing like a startled swan.
Buzz—
A spear shadow swept across the sky, instantly cutting the most agile Zhu Yan colossus at its weak point.
Woo!!
The Zhu Yan colossus let out a painful bronze roar, one of its legs bent and unable to support its terrifying weight.
Another war colossus fell, shaking the entire battlefield.
Next moment.
Ding—
The music sounded again, Li Mo’s hundred-man units of greenwood iron cavalry instantly reformed, each unit transforming into giant iron scales, forming a dragon.
Li Mo had recently taught Ying Bing the Black Scale Formation.
She not only mastered the Black Scale Formation but even innovated on it?
The dragon collided with the snake-headed giant, sparks exploding between the scales, the frictional sounds almost grating on teeth.
“Dare to charge the ranks, stay here!”
That Huodou colossus, seemingly the most intelligent, actually spoke human words.
It had paused, perhaps preparing something?
The bronze mouth opened.
The Huodou bronze statue, resembling a large dog, opened its mouth wide, flames from its inscriptions lighting up in circles, finally converging in its mouth.
Puff—
The moisture in the air was instantly evaporated, the coiling flame dragon reversed and surged!
