As for the West-Hill Divine Palace Coalition Army, the Emperor of the South Jin Kingdom stayed in Capital Cheng. The South Jin Kingdom troops that entered the Wilderness were personally led by the Crown Prince of the South Jin Kingdom. In the previous bloody battle, they had suffered heavy losses. Countless powerhouses from the Sword Garret had died and the Great Divine Priest of Revelation had been seriously injured. However, the true strength of the allied forces was not affected much.
There were also many foreign ministers of Taoism like the Black Ink Garden of the Great River Kingdom who were silent and waiting.
The Great Divine Priest of Judgment, Ye Hongyu, who was in the blood-colored divine chariot, had yet to fight today. She had killed three leaders of the Desolate Man warriors in the battle a few days ago, showing her terrifying power. One must know that the power of the leaders of the Desolate Man warriors was close to the peak of Martial Arts.
The Hierarch of the West-Hill Divine Palace stayed in the huge divine chariot. The cavalry of the Tang Empire did not show their full strength during the several charges.
The senior statesmen of the Desolate Man's tribe were either dead or injured. The First Elder was killed on the spot, and the number one master, Tang, was seriously injured. More than a dozen powerful warrior leaders were either injured or dead. At this time, the West-Hill Divine Palace Coalition Army still had such a powerful force and so many backup plans. How could the Desolate Man not be desperate?
The battle gradually stopped, but not for long. The Divine Hall Coalition Army sounded the drums again and the army gathered again, ready to launch the last attack on the Desolate Man's tribe in the north.
Tens of thousands of Desolate warriors had suffered heavy casualties. Due to their strong bodies and willpower, most of them were seriously injured and no longer had the ability to fight. The clansmen looked at Tang, who was kneeling on one knee in the middle of the battlefield in the Wilderness. They knew that the moment of annihilation was finally coming. The hard struggle and dreams of the past thousand years would finally come to nothing.
There was a dead silence in the Wilderness. Then, someone started to sing. The sad ballad floated in the wind, and the rough singing echoed in the Wilderness.
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"The sky is cold, the earth is cold, the goshawk does not dare to look at the North."
"The Hot Sea falls, the Hot Sea rises. Snow wolves are hunted by the Hot Sea."
"The Snow Wolf chases, the Snow Wolf dies. Holding a knife, I search for the deer all day long."
"Where to live, where to die, where to bury the white bones."
"Min Mountain is majestic, Min Mountain is magnificent. Min Mountain is the true hometown."
"Treading the boundless snow, trampling through ten thousand miles of frost, gazing south all day long."
"Treading the boundless snow, trampling through ten thousand miles of frost, no longer looking south."
"I'll go first, you can come after me."
"I'll fight first, then you."
"I'll die first, then you."
"The homeward journey is short, but the homeward journey is long. Let's embark on the homeward journey."
"I'm already gone. Come quickly."
"I'm already fighting. Come quickly."
"I'm already dead, come quickly."
"I'm already dead, come quickly."
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This was the hometown song of the Desolate Man's tribe that had been passed down for thousands of years. After thousands of years of wind and snow, they finally left the Cold Region of the Far North, the Hot Sea and the snowfield, and returned to their homeland. However, what greeted them was not flowers and enthusiasm, but cold eyes, bloody fights, and the tragic fate of the extinction of their entire clan.
In the past, when the Desolate Man sang this song, there would be a solemn and stirring emotion, or even a solemn but not sad calmness. However, today, tens of thousands of Desolate Man soldiers were either dead or injured. They sat on the field with pools of blood, and their voices were hoarse or hoarse. The singing could not be orderly, rising and falling from time to time, making it seem especially sorrowful and soaring into the sky.
Suddenly, there was the sound of horses' hooves, followed by the sound of wheels. The sound of wheels blended into the sad song of the Desolate Man. The rhythm of the song was not disrupted. The Desolate Man's song had no rhythm at this time. Instead, it was given a certain rhythm, a calm, stable, and indifferent rhythm.
Clouds covered the northern sky of the field, and a black horse carriage slowly came under the clouds.
The Desolate Man looked at the horse carriage and helped each other to stand up with difficulty. Whether it was the grey-haired old soldiers, the green-faced young soldiers, the middle-aged men with broken legs, or the blood-covered women, they all looked at the black horse carriage with awe and fear. Then, there was their last hope.
Their proud knees landed on the blood-soaked field. Wherever the black horse carriage passed, the Desolate Man knelt down and kowtowed. Some of the seriously injured Desolate Man soldiers could no longer stand up once they knelt down, and died.
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Tang knelt on one knee in the middle of the battlefield in the Wilderness. His left knee sank deep into the mud, squeezing out a lot of black liquid. It was unknown whether it was the blood of the Wilderness or the blood of his fellow tribesmen. He stared silently at the huge sacred chariot in the distance, and at the looming tall figure in the tower. He slowly adjusted his breath.
The Desolate Man was facing extinction. As the World Wayfarer of the Devil's Doctrine and the leader of the Desolate Man, he was unwilling to accept this fact. At least before he died, he wanted the West-Hill Divine Palace to pay a painful price.
In the Wilderness at this time, the most honorable and important person to the Central Plains countries was naturally the Hierarch Lord of the West-Hill Divine Palace in the huge sacred chariot. He was the ultimate goal of Tang's life.
At this moment, he heard the slightly disorderly singing of his tribesmen coming from afar. Then, he heard the sound of hooves and wheels. He looked back and saw the black horse carriage.
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The surface of the black horse carriage was covered with a thin layer of frost, and the inside of the carriage was covered with a thick layer of ice. The talisman fire in the brass basin was frozen like a ghost fire by the cold, and could be extinguished at any time.
The cold aura in Sangsang's body had long been awakened, and now it finally began to erupt. However, neither she nor Ning Que knew what the imprint of Yama in her body would eventually evolve into.
Ning Que's eyelashes were covered with frost, and the dim light coming in through the window was refracted into colorful light by the frost. He listened to the song of the Desolate Man outside the window and said, "I'll go first, and then you."
Sangsang nodded and put her face on his chest. She said, "I'll die first, and then you."
Ning Que shook his head and said, "I'll die first, and then you. Or we'll die together."
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When the black horse carriage appeared in the Wilderness, the West-Hill Divine Palace Coalition Army fell into silence. The armies that were gathering became a little chaotic, and the powerful cultivators with terrifying states were silent.
Two years ago, when the Lanke Temple's Light of Buddha shone brightly, the entire human world had been chasing after the black horse carriage. The extremely tragic war on the Wasteland had all been caused by the black horse carriage. However, the black horse carriage had finally appeared in front of everyone today, and everyone felt a little helpless.
No one gave any orders. The tall figure on the giant chariot looked up in silence. The West-Hill Divine Palace Coalition Army almost subconsciously stopped attacking, and waited for the final military order.
The black horse carriage stopped in front of the Desolate Man.
There was a soft creak, and the snow on the carriage shook and peeled off.
The carriage door opened, and Sangsang, who was wearing a black fur coat, walked out.
She looked at the West-Hill Divine Palace Coalition Army in the south and took a few steps forward. Every time she took a step, the place where her feet touched the ground of the Wilderness would be frozen, forming a ball of ice and snow.
It was as if she was walking on a white snow lotus.
Dark clouds covered most of the sky in the Wilderness. More than a dozen black crows flew and circled above Sangsang's head. The scene was extremely strange.
Looking at this scene, everyone in the West-Hill Divine Palace Coalition Army in the south felt extremely strange. It was a combination of negative emotions of fear, awe, disgust, and destruction.
In the blood-red chariot, Ye Hongyu rested her chin on her hand and looked at the north quietly. She looked a little tired. Unlike the ordinary soldiers, she was not shocked by the black horse carriage and the Daughter of Yama. She was just confused at this moment. Where was Ning Que?
Suddenly, her eyes lit up. Her black hair, which was like a waterfall, fluttered behind her. Without hesitation, she bent her waist and fell down like a tree that had been cut down along with her wildly dancing black hair.
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Ning Que was not by Sangsang's side, nor was he in the black horse carriage.
No one knew when he had left the horse carriage. Under the cover of the Desolate's song, he came to the front of the Desolate's battle line, and came to the Desolate who were kneeling on the ground in reverence.
When the whole world's attention was attracted by Sangsang, he knelt on the ground on one knee and pulled the string with his right hand. The iron bow suddenly bent, and he aimed in the direction of the West-Hill Divine Palace Coalition Army a few miles away in the south.
The Primordial Thirteen Arrows were a combination of the collective wisdom of the Academy and the resources of the entire Tang Empire. In terms of power, it could even be compared with the legendary previous generation's magic weapons.
The Primordial Thirteen Arrows could ignore space. No matter how far it flew, its power would not be reduced. Therefore, in a battle, the further away from the enemy, the better it was for Ning Que.
Because it was difficult for the enemy to predict from his movements and eyes, and they would not be alerted.
Because of these characteristics, the Primordial Thirteen Arrows were the most suitable weapon for sneak attacks on the battlefield. It could be said that they were always successful. The only limitation was whether Ning Que could see and aim at the target.
At this time, the two armies were separated by a few miles. Ordinary arrows and flying swords could not fly over, but Ning Que could clearly see all the details of the battle line that stretched for more than 20 miles, and he could aim at whoever he wanted.
Shing, shing, shing!
Ning Que knelt on one knee and hid among the Desolate. He moved continuously and shot five arrows at lightning speed.
He knew that there were not many opportunities left for him today. He had to seize and make full use of this opportunity, which meant that he had to kill enough targets in the first attack.
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The first arrow was the most unexpected and the most difficult to guard against. It had the highest chance of success. Of course, the target chosen was the most important person, the one who could most likely cause a fundamental change in the battle.
This target was easy to choose. Just as Tang decided to kill that person at the cost of his life, Ning Que did not hesitate to choose to shoot the first arrow at the Hierarch of the West-Hill Divine Palace.
Everything was as Ning Que had expected. The battlefield was far away, different from the battles in the Lanke Temple and Chaoyang City with the Primordial Thirteen Arrows. No one could predict his actions in advance.
At least when the first sound of the string reverberated in the Wilderness, no one knew that the iron arrow had left the string. The Primordial Thirteen Arrows ignored time and space, so logically, no one could avoid it.
Not even the Hierarch of the West-Hill Divine Palace.
A white turbulence suddenly appeared behind the string. Before it was completely formed, the dark iron arrow had already disappeared. In the next moment, it appeared on the huge divine chariot in the south, in the pavilion behind thousands of layers of gauze curtains, and shot the head of the tall figure.
The gauze curtains covered the clear light.
The iron arrow shot the head of the figure, but it seemed as if it had shot a real shadow. It silently passed through, and then the iron arrow itself appeared. It passed through countless layers of curtains and disappeared in the distant sky in the south.
The tall figure leaned forward slightly and looked toward the north of the Wilderness. It seemed that he was not hurt, but rather found it very interesting. He wanted to see what the person who shot the arrow looked like.
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