About ten miles to the east and west of the West-Hill Divine Palace Hierarch's chariot, there were two other chariots. The one in the east was black and red, full of killing intent. It was the chariot of the Great Divine Priest of Judgment, Ye Hongyu. An elder with deep wrinkles sat in the Divine Hall to the west. He was the Great Divine Priest of Revelation.
Just as the black horse carriage drove out of the Desolate Man's tribe and headed south, the Great Divine Priest of Revelation, who had been silent since the start of the battle and had lowered his head to read the scriptures, suddenly raised his head and looked towards the north of the Wilderness. He looked at the dark clouds on the horizon and said softly, "It's really dark."
A moment later, the tall figure in the giant chariot shook slightly. He looked up at the dark clouds in the north and said in a low voice, "The night is coming soon. Why are you still hesitating?"
The Hierarch's tone was not very heavy, but his voice was extremely loud. It was like thunder that resounded around the gigantic divine carriage. The faces of the God Officials and the experts beside the carriage suddenly paled. When they heard the contents of the Hierarch's words and the hidden vigilance, their faces became even paler.
On the battlefield in the Wilderness, there were very few people who could see the black horse carriage in the distance like the Great Divine Priest of Revelation and the Hierarch Lord. However, as the black horse carriage moved, the dark clouds in the north moved south with it. It was extremely eye-catching. It did not take long for everyone to notice the cloud in the sky.
Absolute silence fell on the two camps on the battlefield. Then, there was a loud cheer from the Desolate Man's side. The atmosphere on the West-Hill Divine Palace Coalition Army's side became a little depressed. Some people had a look of fear on their faces.
Because of this battle, the commander of the West-Hill Divine Palace Divine Guards, Luo Kedi, left Ye Hongyu's side and returned to the Hierarch Lord. He had been seriously injured by Ning Que in Chaoyang City. However, it did not take long for his injuries to recover. It was probably because the Hierarch Lord had used his Divine Skills to heal him.
Hearing the Hierarch Lord's thunderous order, Luo Kedi responded in a low voice. He waved the flag in his hand and gave the order to attack the Divine Hall Coalition Army, which stretched for more than 20 miles.
The battle that had stopped for less than a moment had started again. Under the command of the general and the blessings of the red-robed priest, the exhausted Divine Hall coalition army seemed to have gained strength and courage in an instant. They roared and charged towards the Desolate Man's battlefront. Countless horse hooves trampled on the ground, causing smoke and dust to fly and the earth to shake.
The Desolate Man warriors were also very tired. However, regardless of whether it was the middle-aged man with slightly white hair or the youthful youth, they all stood up and prepared to face the enemy. They did not shout like the Central Plains Coalition Army. There was no excitement on their faces either. They calmly and silently held the axes in their hands.
The two sides finally met in the Wilderness. The axe met the knife, the fist met the horse's head, the sword met the body, the talisman met the flying axe, and the blood met the blood. Countless heavy collisions sounded in the Wilderness. Countless horses neighed and fell, and countless knights fell. When the Desolate fell, countless sharp weapons slashed at them.
Luo Kedi, who was serving beside the giant chariot, glanced at the tall figure in the tower out of the corner of his eye. He knew that the Hierarch Lord was very dissatisfied with the Coalition Army's progress. He gritted his teeth and roared. He led his divine guards and a thousand powerful Papal Cavalrymen of the West-Hill Divine Palace towards the north.
The two thousand Desolate Man warriors who stayed behind the Desolate Man's tribe had not participated in the previous battles. They had been silently watching the movement in the direction of the giant chariot. Seeing that the West-Hill Divine Palace had finally used the legendary Papal Cavalrymen, the Desolate Man warriors also began to move, with Tang Chong at the forefront.
At this moment, dense hoofbeats sounded from the west of the Wilderness. The hoofbeats were very heavy. One could imagine the extraordinary weight of the cavalrymen and the warhorses. The hoofbeats were also very uniform. There was not a hint of chaos in the dense hoofbeats. It did not sound like a storm, but more like thousands of people beating drums at the same time. One could imagine the discipline and excellence of these cavalrymen.
More than ten thousand Tang elite cavalrymen attacked again. In a very short period of time, the right side of the Desolate Man's battle line could not withstand the pressure and showed signs of collapse.
Tang and the warrior leaders of the Desolate Man's tribe guessed why the Divine Hall Coalition Army suddenly attacked them like crazy again. The black horse carriage was a variable. It might be meaningless, or it might directly change the situation on the battlefield. Therefore, they did not hesitate to face it and did not retreat.
They were confident that they could withstand the attack of the Divine Hall Coalition Army until the black horse carriage arrived. Although many people would definitely die, they felt danger when they saw more than ten thousand Tang cavalrymen begin to charge.
However, the battlefield in the Wilderness was in chaos. Tang and the most powerful warriors of the tribe could not support their people on the right side. Even if they rushed over, they could not defeat the ten thousand Tang cavalrymen who had already begun to charge.
Therefore, they silently and valiantly continued to fight their way into the central region, hoping to dampen the morale of the Divine Hall coalition army. It would be best if they could annihilate the legendary Papal Cavalrymen. If they could do this, they might even win a turning point in this battle that was bound to be lost. At least, they could delay the tragic moment of the Desolate Man being exterminated.
In the center of the Divine Hall Coalition Army was the army of the South Jin Kingdom. The South Jin Kingdom had always been regarded as the second most powerful country in the world. The South Jin Kingdom cavalry also boasted that they were the second most powerful army in the world. It was not until they came to the Wilderness and began to fight with the Desolate Man that they realized how shameful their boasting was. At this time, they were facing the strong attack of more than two thousand Desolate Man soldiers. The formation was suddenly in chaos and a few cultivators were even trampled to death.
Cheng Ziqing, a powerhouse from the Sword Garret of the South Jin Kingdom, wore an ordinary South Jin cavalry uniform. He rode on horseback and waved the sword in his hand to kill left and right. However, his eyes were fixed on a powerful leader of the Desolate Man dozens of feet away.
The powerful leader of the Desolate Man was very powerful. Three disciples of the Sword Garret had already been killed by him. At least ten cavalrymen from the South Jin Kingdom had been knocked down by something that looked like an iron rod.
At this time, the situation of the cavalry of the South Jin Kingdom was very bad. If the leader of the Desolate Man was allowed to rush over, it would definitely cause panic. Once the center of the Desolate Man was broken, the Desolate Man would be able to face the Papal Cavalrymen of the West-Hill Divine Palace. Looking at the momentum of the Desolate Man, the other party's goal was to eat the one thousand Papal Cavalrymen alive.
Cheng Ziqing's face suddenly turned pale. An extremely calm sword style seeped out from the ordinary military uniform he was wearing. The sword left his hand and turned into a long rainbow, piercing towards the leader of the Desolate Man.
With a sharp sound, the flying sword, which contained his lifetime's cultivation, cut through the abdomen of the leader of the Desolate Man. Blood sprayed like rain, but the momentum of the sword was not over. The hilt carried the lower half of the leader of the Desolate Man's corpse and flew diagonally towards the back of the Wilderness.
A few Desolate Men looked sorrowful and flew towards Cheng Ziqing.
Cheng Ziqing's expression did not change. Using his finger as a sword, he easily knocked down the Desolate Men. As a powerhouse from the Sword Garret of the South Jin Kingdom, his cultivation state was only below that of the Sage of Sword, Liu Bai. He was a Grand Cultivator in the middle of the Knowing Destiny State. Ordinary Desolate Men were no match for him. In the previous battle, he had kept a low profile and endured, just to complete this shocking attack.
Now that he had achieved his goal, he naturally would not continue fighting. No matter how strong a cultivator was, his body was still fragile. In this battlefield filled with flying axes and arrows and the vibrations of the Qi of Heaven and Earth, he could die at any time due to unknown reasons. Moreover, he urgently needed to meditate and recuperate after using the strongest sword of his life.
Cheng Ziqing raised his hand to the sky and wanted to take back his flying sword. However, at this moment, he heard the sound of feet hitting the ground from afar. His expression suddenly changed.
The soles of the feet hit the ground like drums. The person was fast, but the fist was even faster. A terrifying and scorching fist style hit Cheng Ziqing's face from dozens of feet away!
At this moment, Cheng Ziqing's Psyche Power was exhausted and his body was exhausted. His Natal Sword had flown for miles, and he had no way to defend against this terrifying fist style. He could only wait for death.
With a crisp crack, a bolt of thunder exploded in front of him.
The fist style collided with the thunder, and an extremely strong wave of the Qi of Heaven and Earth erupted. Cheng Ziqing's warhorse was directly shaken to death. His body was also shaken to the side and flew backward, falling heavily to the ground.
With a puff, Cheng Ziqing's face turned pale and he could not stop vomiting blood. With the help of the thunder, he had luckily avoided the terrifying fist style. However, he was still seriously injured by the Qi of Heaven and Earth when the two collided.
The most serious thing was that he had lost contact with his own Natal Sword. This powerhouse from the Sword Garret of South Jin Kingdom had his Natal Sword destroyed by Ning Que's arrow in the Lanke Temple the year before last. With the help of his Senior Brother, Liu Bai, he had managed to refine a second Natal Sword, which was more powerful than before. Now that it was destroyed again, the damage to him was even more terrifying.
After the first thunder, there was a second.
The sound of thunder kept ringing in the Wilderness, and the extremely thin lightning illuminated the smoke and dust. The lightning did not come from high up in the sky, but from a space about a hundred feet above the ground of the Wilderness. It suddenly appeared and then suddenly fell.
The power of these lightning was not as terrifying as the real lightning in the natural world. However, if it fell on a human body, it would still cause terrifying damage. Even the strongest Desolate Man warrior would be turned into ashes under one blow.
However, the strange thing was that the lightning that was born in the void did not strike the Desolate Man warriors everywhere on the battlefield. Instead, it disappeared and appeared from time to time, as if it was chasing after someone, like a sword with a spirit.
There was a kind of goshawk that built its nest on the ground in the Wilderness. One goshawk's nest had long been trampled into ruins by countless horse hooves. The goshawk fluttered in the air in fear. It was reluctant to leave, but there was nothing it could do.
When the lightning sounded, it finally could not bear the instinctive fear. It could no longer care about the young goshawk in its nest. It cried out and flew higher into the sky.
The goshawk did not dare to fly north because there was a dark cloud in the north. It could only fly up and south. The higher it flew, the smaller the people on the ground of the Wilderness became. Gradually, they became densely packed ants.
If the sky had eyes, the humans who were risking their lives and killing in the Wilderness would probably be a black dot smaller than an ant. It might be confused or laugh at what it saw.
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