The feathered warriors led by Qing Lei stood in front of Ying Yunpeng's army.
Qing Lei was holding a long spear made from green wood, with a pair of wings supporting his muscular body. With a twisted face, he glared at Ying Yunpeng and growled hoarsely, "Ying Yunpeng! You and your people, land on the ground, kneel! "
Tens of thousands of feathered warriors flapped their wings, holding longbows and floating behind Qing Lei. Every single one of them was wrapped in a dense layer of cyan mist. They were also angrily staring at Ying Yunpeng, the Eastern Wasteland archers behind him, and the Yu Clan warriors around them!
Ying Yunpeng stood on the back of the golden-winged roc, slightly curved his mouth corners upwards, giving a scornful and cold smile, then waved his hand.
The Eastern Wasteland archers behind him released arrows like a heavy rain, violently attacking Qing Lei and the feathered warriors under his command. The long spear held in Qing Lei's hand transformed into a cyan bolt of lightning, lunging straight towards Ying Yunpeng's chest from tens of miles away.
The feathered warriors pulled their longbows open as well. As they flew up and down, cyan arrows darted towards those Eastern Wasteland archers like a storm.
They were all from the Eastern Wasteland, and were all Eastern Wasteland human beings. Back in the ancient time, they were all descendants of Green God, Green God. They were also good at archery. They used to fight side by side in the Eastern Wasteland, carving out a fertile land for the humankind.
At this moment, countless arrows swished across the air, puncturing the chests of those Eastern Wasteland archers and the hearts of those feathered warriors. Large streams of blood fell from the air like cheap raindrops. Countless silhouettes fell from the air. Some were Eastern Wasteland archers, and some were feathered warriors.
Those Yu Clan elite warriors standing on metal plates laughed crazily, even having tears gushing out of their eyes.
Elite human beings slaughtering each other, what a splendid scene. Even the most skillful dancer in Liang Zhu City couldn't perform such a splendid show. Those Yu Clan elite warriors laughed, opened their erect eyes, and released beams of blood-red light, landing on those Eastern Wasteland archers' bodies.
To human warriors, these elite Yu Clan warriors showed no mercy or care at all. Instead, they used the evilest secret spell of the Blood Moon to squeeze out the last bit of strength from the marrow of these human warriors. At the cost of burning the life-force of these archers, these Yu Clan warriors burst with a terrifyingly great power.
The sense of power released by those Eastern Wasteland archers, who were set ablaze by those elite Yu Clan magics, had actually broken into the level of Magus Kings within a very short span of time!
Qing Lei let out a long roar, turned around and ran away. At the same time, he shouted, "Run!"
It was' escape ', not' retreat '!
Facing the evil curse of the Yu Clan's Blood Moon, there was no other way but to run. The lives of these Eastern Wasteland archers, who were set ablaze, would burst out like fireworks. Within an extremely short span of time, they would attain the power of Magus Kings!
Tens of thousands of Magus Kings?
Qing Lei was not stupid. If he insisted on fighting, it would only be a massacre.
Ying Yunpeng let out a hideous grin and punched Qing Lei's dagger-axe away. One of his fingers was shattered by the dagger-axe, but Ying Yunpeng healed the injury in a blink of an eye. He raised the longbow held in his hand and howled hoarsely, "Kill them all! Kill them all!"
On the ground and in the sky, Yu Clan and Jia Clan warriors had been madly roaring. Their will of fighting was burning, making them look like ferocious beasts, rushing towards the human army, which had been swooshing towards them.
Kill all human warriors in this area, break through the Evil Dragon Bay and break the entire Chi Ban Mountain defensive line. The fertile Pu Ban City, the core area of the human army, would be right in front of them!
"All human beings will become slaves!"
"Kill their elders as much as you want!"
"Enjoy their women to the fullest!"
"Loot their wealth!"
"Turn them into lowly animals!"
"Destroy their history!"
"Destroy their civilization!"
"Destroy their pride!"
"Destroy their glory!"
"Destroy their memories!"
"Turn them into the lowliest slaves, generation after generation, under our feet, forever and ever! Just like the tribes we've conquered, they've become … lowly creatures that we can kill and plunder at our mercy! "
The tall and slim silhouette standing on top of the tower waved the blood-red flag, roaring like a devil.
"People of the Blood Moon, go make contributions, bring more glory to the supreme Blood Moon! Under the lead of our great Emperor, Dishi Yanluo, conquer, kill, loot, do as much madness as you want! "
"Roar ~ roar ~"
Countless Yu Clan and Jia Clan warriors roared hoarsely, and those dark-skinned slave warriors and mixed-skinned slave warriors were waving their arms, yelling and laughing crazily.
"The great, supreme Upanishad that controls all life and death, the mysterious Nether Moon! Listen to the call of your people! Give us the power, let us conquer everything! "
A cold and unpleasant voice that sounded like a ten-thousand years old corpse singing in a grave came from the north.
The tall silhouette standing on top of the blood-red tower paused suddenly, and the looks of those excited non-humankind warriors changed simultaneously. All of them turned to the north, and some of them even began yelling out in anger.
A mass of grey mist swept over from the north. Within the turbid mist, one could vaguely see hundreds of grey towers drifting towards the south at high speed. On top of these towers, over a hundred gray, gigantic erect eyes were glowing with a cold and emotionless light. That gray light was evil and cold, and with a single glance at it, one would feel that a stream of death power drilled into one's body from the top of one's head, freezing one's entire body and making one feel cold.
Thud, thud, thud, thud. Muffled yet orderly footsteps came from the north like thunders, along with a slight trace of lifelessness.
Ji Hao tried his best to open his eyes and look towards the north, but he could only see hundreds of miles away, and couldn't clearly see what was happening in that direction.
However, within the coverage of the magic formation blueprint, Ji Hao saw that in the gray mist, behind those gray towers, countless square-shaped formations of ten-thousand warriors had been moving towards the south with rumbling steps.
These warriors in these square-shaped formations were wearing gray iron armors and holding rusty long spears. They were moving towards the south in orderly lines like puppets. Every single step of theirs could cover a distance of tens of zhang, and every step was of the same size, as if they had been measured by a ruler.
Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! The armors worn by these lifeless warriors rubbed against each other and let out ear-piercing metal-clashing noises. A suffocating pressure roared towards Ji Hao, making him feel annoyed.
Ji Hao couldn't even count the exact number of these square-shaped formations of ten-thousand warriors within a short while.
From the east to the west, these square-shaped formations stretched for over ten-thousand miles. Within the coverage of the magic formation blueprint, these square-shaped formations of ten-thousand warriors had been moving towards Ji Hao like a gray tide.
Through the blueprint, Ji Hao scanned across those lifeless warriors with his spirit power, then his heart suddenly sank.
Under those gray armors, those weirdly moving warriors were all scrawny and hideous, and their bodies were as hard as metal. Not a single one of them was alive!
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