Ji Hao returned to Yao Mountain City, sitting on the eighty-thousand-meters-tall tower located in the middle of the city.
Shaosi, Man Man, Feng Xing, Yu Mu, Yuan Li, Shermie, Yi Di, and the others who were close to Ji Hao gathered over to help him manage the military affairs and command the troops to deal with the tide-like army.
Ao Bai, Zhu Rong, Donggong, and Ximu, the four divine emperors, guarded the four gates of Yao Mountain City, commanding the troops in Yao Mountain City to launch counterattacks.
Shixin and his brothers were in the south, so Ao Bai and Qiu Niu called a few brothers over to guard the south gate of Yao Mountain City. They fought against Shixin and his brothers fiercely.
After a few days of fighting, Shixin and his brothers were stronger than Ao Bai and his brothers, but Ao Bai and his brothers were supported by the heaven and earth great formation. Therefore, the fight ended in a stalemate. Shixin and his brothers went crazy for quite a few times, burning their spirit blood and launching desperate attacks. But no matter how hard they tried, they failed to break the defense of Ao Bai and his brothers. Over and over again, they ended up bleeding.
The commanders who led the attacks failed, and naturally, the troops under Shixin and his brothers' command suffered a great loss.
Except for Emperor Xun's human warriors, who were captured alive and sent to Yao Mountain City, all water-kind warriors under Shixin and his brothers' command were mercilessly slaughtered under Ao Bai's order.
The dragon-kind was the proudest. Because of Dragon Mother, Shixin and his brothers, those dragons, who had betrayed Ao Bai, the dragon ancestor's nine sons, and those water-kind creatures under the dragon ancestor's command, didn't need to live anymore in the eyes of Ao Bai and his brothers.
The earth and the Netherworld blood sea released their powers together. Every dragon army that intruded into this vast area was killed. The screams and curses of countless dragons before they died transformed into a nearly tangible black and red sphere of resentment, floating above the battleground. Fierce gusts of wind blew across the air, and a ghostly power was released. Black and red snowflakes had even been falling from the sphere of resentment.
The south was fighting fiercely. Donggong and Ximu, who were guarding the east gate and the west gate of Yao Mountain City, had also exerted their most powerful powers without sparing any effort. Back in the ancient time, Dong Gong and Ximu had stepped into the level of saints, but later on, they were severely injured and directly damaged their original souls. As a powerful prehistorical being, Dong Gong and Ximu fell from the level of saints. Dong Gong and Ximu were powerful, and had countless ancient treasures.
The battle lasted for a few days. Every day, Donggong and Ximu would take out a magical treasure and hang it on the east and west city gates. The treasures glowed brightly and dazzled for tens of thousands of miles. Countless foreign world warriors, who had been rushing to Yao Mountain City, were killed before they could clearly see what those treasures were.
Because of Netherworld Priest's suggestion, Donggong and Ximu didn't go too far. Although every single one of these ant-like local creatures died, they weren't badly injured, and their souls weren't harmed too badly either. Their souls and fleshly bodies were separated. Immediately, Netherworld Priests dragged their souls and fleshly bodies into the Netherworld, storing them properly.
In Ji Hao's eyes, Netherworld Priest must have convinced Donggong and Ximu with some kind of condition. These two ancient powerful beings were just like running an assembly line slaughterhouse, and those ceaselessly rushing over were like chickens and ducks waiting to be slaughtered. After they were quickly slaughtered, customers would naturally come to pick up the goods and take away all the slaughtered goods.
Unlike the south gate battlefield, which was a mess and covered in corpses, the battlefields of the east and west city gates were clean. Except for the fact that the blood-red clouds above the battlefields were growing thicker and thicker, not even a corpse could be seen.
Because of Donggong and Ximu's great powers, and more importantly, all kinds of powerful ancient treasures in their hands, the armies guarding the east and west city gates didn't even fire a single arrow in the following days, except for a slight move on the first day.
Looking at Donggong and Ximu sitting on the city gate towers, sipping wine and tea, and even holding large-scale banquets with their close ancient cultivators and followers from time to time, Ji Hao couldn't help but shake his head.
Below the saints, all beings were like ants!
After all, Donggong and Ximu had once reached that magical level. Even though they had fallen from that level, they seemed to have regained some of their powers after becoming divine emperors.
Even though the number of those non-humankind warriors was in the trillions, how could they possibly pose any threat to powerful prehistorical beings like Donggong and Ximu? Every time a wave of local warriors rushed up, they would collapse along with a loud noise. During the past couple of days, Ji Hao saw countless streams of natural reward power descend from the sky and land on the clouds floating above Donggong and Ximu's heads, as if a storm had been raging on the towers of the city gate and the city gate.
Within a couple of days, Donggong and Ximu slaughtered countless local warriors, and the powers released from their bodies gradually turned unpredictable. By now, Ji Hao couldn't tell how powerful they were anymore!
But judging from the envious and jealous looks in Bamboo Master and Priest Sadness's eyes, it was not hard to imagine that Donggong and Ximu must have gained quite a lot.
Zhu Rong was responsible for guarding the north gate of Yao Mountain City, which was where the main force of Pan Yu world nobles under Yu Huo's clone's command was located. Ji Hao feared that Zhu Rong might suffer a loss, so he secretly sent Wuzhi Qi and a batch of ancient water monsters under Zhu Rong's command, and sent Bamboo Master and Priest Sadness to support him.
Facts proved that all Ji Hao's precautions were for naught.
Under the command of Yu Huo's clone, Pan Yu world nobles fell into the usual power struggle.
On the battlefields, these adorable Yu Clan nobles once again started all kinds of schemes, conspiracies, assassinations, and all kinds of secret relationships...
The command system of Pan Yu world nobles was in a mess, but every day, numberless Pan Yu world nobles were sent to the battlefields. These messy local armies, which had been dragging each other and plotting against each other, had top-quality armors and powerful weapons. But once they stepped onto the battlefield, they were like a pile of mud. An army of a hundred-thousand warriors would be wiped out by Zhu Rong's army within a quarter of an hour tops!
Nevertheless, these Pan Yu world nobles didn't feel sad about this loss at all. Instead, they fell into a crazy, hysterical power struggle.
Every day, over a hundred Pan Yu world nobles would be sent to the battlefields. Blood waves rolled across the battlefields, the heaven and earth great formation pressed down, and the water-kind armies under the command of the dragon-kind surrounded them. Usually, only ten to twenty Pan Yu world nobles could make it back safely, and most of them would be crippled.
With such a great loss, this weird great formation had been going on. Every day, Pan Yu world nobles launched crazy attacks and slaughtered countless Pan Yu world nobles. This lasted for a whole month and a half. By now, the number of Pan Yu world nobles had already reached a number that even Ji Hao felt his hair standing on end.
"They didn't come to fight. They came to die!"
Zhu Rong, who was a bit tired from all the killing, walked to the tall tower in the city and found Ji Hao. Releasing a fierce aura of killing from his body, Zhu Rong looked at Ji Hao and growled, "If they aren't crazy, they must be plotting something! Ji Hao, I've never seen such a suicidal war! "
Pan Yu world nobles didn't even send out a few senior-level commanders. Instead, countless elite warriors came to die every day.
A war like this wasn't normal!
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