Roars reverberated in the air and shook the universe.
There were still tens of thousands of cultivators from the Immortals' Union. Behind them was the huge Eye of the Sacred Temple, and the man named Bei stared at the Great Sect Elder from Morning Dao Sect who had shouted from the distance.
'Morning Dao Sect is a sect that is bound to be destroyed, but in truth … there are still quite a number of powerful warriors who are worthy of respect.' The man named Bei sighed in his heart. They had been fighting against Morning Dao Sect for hundreds of years, and every single time they were in a desperate situation, people like this would always appear in Morning Dao Sect.
Even if they had shouted those words and carried out those actions because their people were in Morning Dao Sect's territory and they had to do it for their people's continued survival, they were still worthy of respect.
The Immortals' Union might seem like a great force of power, but in truth, no one like this had ever appeared before.
"It's a pity …" The man named Bei shook his head.
"Have the war chariots self-destruct. While these people are in a state of madness, let them snap to their senses," the man named Bei said flatly, and someone behind him immediately gave the order.
After a moment, the nine gigantic war chariots that had caused a large amount of slaughter in the battlefield crumbled with a bang. Each war chariot was formed by hundreds of thousands of swords. Nine war chariots were equivalent to millions of swords, and at that instant, they stirred up a gust of wind that charged forward with loud bangs.
The charge of millions of swords was equivalent to a disaster to the cultivators. There were originally only ten thousand something Morning Dao Sect disciples left, but at the instant the nine war chariots collapsed, shrill roars instantly drowned out all other sounds in the area and turned into the final sound.
Seven thousand people … were reduced to minced meat. With their roars, they disappeared forever from the world, their bodies and souls destroyed.
It was easy to say those words, but there were certain words that were the same as promises. Before they were spoken, they were their masters, but once they were spoken, they would become their slaves.
The remaining five thousand something Morning Dao Sect disciples might have shouted those words, but at that moment, they felt as if cold water had been poured over their heads. As they trembled, they continuously retreated, and signs of dispersing appeared on their faces.
"War chariots? We're just the people guarding this place, not the War Chamber. We don't have any War Vessels … We're just eighty thousand cultivators from the Alliance, and yet we're given nine Sword War Chariots …" As the Great Sect Elder from the Sect Elder Chamber laughed brokenly, he looked at the disciples from Morning Dao Sect who were about to scatter. He swiftly leaped up and turned into a long arc before him.
The beam of light was like a moth flying into a flame. It knew that it was going to die, but... it still flew toward the flame.
He did not say any more agitated words, neither did he shout anything about even if he had to die. There was no longer any need for him to do so. If someone wanted to flee, then so be it, but he could not flee. This charge was not for Morning Dao Sect, and neither was it for himself. It was for his people, his children, and his blood kin.
'With my death, Morning Dao Sect will be tolerant of my people. This … is worth it.' The old man's eyes were bloodshot. With madness and determination, he rushed into the camp belonging to the Immortals' Union.
"The two of you, attack. Use the Moon Destroying Lightning to end his life. He's already asking for death. Your levels of cultivation might not be high enough, but he won't dodge," the man named Bei said flatly while looking at the old man charging like a moth in the distance.
"We can end this battle ahead of time." The man named Bei lifted his head and cast a glance at the huge eyeball above him. A hint of disgust shone in his eyes.
However, at the instant he looked at the huge eyeball above him, an uproar suddenly broke out in the battlefield. Those voices came from the people from Morning Dao Sect and the people from the Immortals' Union.
As the commotion broke out, waves of excited cheers began to spread.
"Our reinforcements are here!"
"It's the sect's warships! The people from the sect have come to save us!"
As those voices echoed in the air, even the Great Sect Elder, who had rushed out with the intention of seeking death, came to a halt and turned his head around to look.
He saw hundreds of battleships speeding through the starry sky, as well as nearly ten thousand cultivators on board. Excitement flickered in his eyes, but when he looked off into the distance, he saw nothing but emptiness.
There were only these people …
In the midst of the old man's anguish, the uproar in the area slowly disappeared. Despair rose in the hearts of the thousands of cultivators from Morning Dao Sect once again. After experiencing the madness just then, their will to die had been extinguished by the millions of swords, and they had started showing signs of breaking down. Their excitement had been reignited by the appearance of the hundreds of warships … but when they saw that there were only hundreds of warships, their excitement was mercilessly extinguished once more. This cycle repeated itself, and they no longer had any will to fight. Breaking down … almost instantly appeared on all the thousands of cultivators.
As the thousands of cultivators from Morning Dao Sect scattered, the tens of thousands of cultivators from the Immortals' Union fixed their gazes on the hundreds of warships with killing intent.
The man named Bei also averted his gaze from the huge eyeball above him and looked at the hundreds of warships in the distance.
"They're not the reinforcements from Morning Dao Sect, or else they wouldn't be the only ones here. They should be passing by, but since they're already here, we should make them stay," the man named Bei said calmly.
Su Ming stood at the bow of the ship and stared at the battlefield in front of him. He saw the tens of thousands of cultivators from the Immortals' Union as well as the thousands of people from Morning Dao Sect scattering. He also saw the thick stench of blood around him as well as the endless amounts of torn flesh that filled the galaxy.
"Do I have a war banner?" Su Ming suddenly asked.
Xu Hui was momentarily stunned. The eyes of the oldest of the nine old Frail Darknesses immediately lit up. He lifted his right hand and struck his body. A long piece of cloth appeared on his palm. It fluttered in the air, and it was several thousands of feet long.
"Your Highness, I don't have a war banner right now, but as long as you need it, I can make a simple one right now."
"I want red," Su Ming said faintly.
The old man immediately swept the long cloth in his hand through the area. It was dyed with the blood floating in the area, and a blood-red flag immediately appeared in the galaxy.
"Hang the war banner and shout my name. Let these people know who you belong to, and let me see … whether you have the right to continue staying by my side." When Su Ming's words landed in the ears of all the cultivators on the battleships, a brilliant light shone in their eyes.
When the old man hung the blood-red war banner on Su Ming's battleship and flung it, the red war banner that was several thousands of feet long fluttered without wind. The hundreds of battleships let out a loud bang, and hundreds of pillars of light shot out. At the instant they charged towards the battlefield, nearly ten thousand cultivators took a step forward together and turned into ten thousand long arcs that charged towards the battlefield.
"Dao Kong!" At the instant the near ten thousand people rushed out, they roared together and shouted a name. Their voices shook the galaxy and tumbled in all directions like thunder. They also reached the hearts of the thousands of scattered Morning Dao Sect disciples, as well as the ears of the cultivators from the Immortals' Union.
Their voices tumbled and fused with the presence of the near ten thousand people who rushed out. At that moment, there was only one word that could describe the near ten thousand cultivators …
They were like wolves and tigers!
Booming sounds shook the sky and earth. The hundreds of pillars of light from the hundreds of battleships crashed into the windstorm formed by the battlefield with a destructive will. As it spread out, the near ten thousand cultivators who belonged to Su Ming closed in, and a frenzied battle swiftly broke out.
At the instant the near ten thousand people crashed into the tens of thousands of people who were exhausted after fighting for three days, they began fighting endlessly!
The thousands of scattered cultivators from Morning Dao Sect might have spread out, but when they saw this scene, they became hesitant. They did not know whether they should continue fighting or continue fleeing. However, the blood-red war banner and Dao Kong's name echoing in their ears caused the extinguished fighting spirit in their hearts to gradually burn once more.
The Great Sect Elder from the Sect Elder Chamber looked at the near ten thousand people charging towards them, saw the flying blood-red war banner, and heard the cultivators shouting his name. Without any hesitation, he turned into a long arc and charged towards the battleship where Su Ming was.
At that moment, the nine old Frail Darknesses flew out together, but they did not rush towards the battlefield. Instead, they charged towards the area above the galaxy where the dozens of powerful warriors were fighting fiercely.
The bald crane's eyes shone brightly, and with a single move, it disappeared without a trace. Only Su Ming could see half an arm swiftly closing in on the battlefield without anyone noticing it among the torn pieces of flesh around him.
Flame Fiends' Progenitor cackled and licked his lips. A bloodthirsty look appeared in his eyes when he looked towards Su Ming. When he saw him nod, he let out a long string of laughter and intentionally did not reveal his full power. Instead, he revealed the appearance of someone who was around Lunar Kalpa Realm and left. Clearly, he did not want to release the mighty pressure of an Almighty and make the others flee. Instead, he wanted to enjoy the pleasure of pretending to be a pig to eat a tiger.
"Is that good …?" Xu Hui chuckled softly and looked at Su Ming.
"I have to let them vent." Su Ming smiled faintly and looked towards Xu Hui as well.
Xu Hui met Su Ming's gaze, and a hint of gentleness that she usually did not show appeared in her eyes. She pursed her lips and smiled, but when she saw the huge eyeball floating in the galaxy, that smile immediately disappeared, and her pupils shrank.
"What is that?" Su Ming's gaze also fell on the gigantic eyeball. He could vaguely feel that the gigantic eyeball was also looking at him.
This item was different from the third eye Su Ming had obtained in the past. That third eye had its own intelligence, but this huge eyeball gave off a feeling that it was a dead object. Clearly, it was an Enchanted Vessel controlled by someone from a distance.
"That's the Sacred Temple's Eye from the Immortals' Union. I am Ouyang Kong. Greetings, Dynast Dao Kong!" The person who answered Su Ming was the Great Sect Elder from the Sect Elder Chamber who was rushing over from the distance. When he got closer, he saw the dog-headed ferocious beast and Dao Fei Feng at the bow of the ship. His heart trembled, but he averted his gaze and wrapped his fist in his palm to bow deeply towards Su Ming.
Su Ming nodded. His gaze landed on the huge eyeball. When he moved his gaze downwards, he saw … the man named Bei. At the instant he saw him, a strange light shone in Su Ming's eyes.
"Bei Ling …"
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