Bang!!!
Ji Wudao and Feng Yongheng exchanged blows and both of them retreated.
Their strength was on par with each other and neither of them could do anything to the other.
While Ji Wudao and Feng Yongheng were fighting, Ji Yong's corpse had already been taken back by the Qianwu Empire.
Ji Wudao regained his composure. Although his son's death made him furious, he had to consider the bigger picture. The Qianwu Empire relied on the Central Plains to develop. The Central Plains was the foundation of the Qianwu Empire and they couldn't afford to lose it.
Ji Wudao wanted to use the impact of his fight with Feng Yongheng to retreat from the battlefield. But at this moment, two figures suddenly rushed out from the Spirit Race Army.
The two silhouettes were at the Immortal Martial Realm. As soon as they rushed out, they attacked Ji Wudao.
The sudden turn of events caught everyone off guard. However, Ji Wudao was an Immortal cultivator. He was the fastest to react to the sudden sneak attack.
Ji Wudao let out a furious roar. His Zhen Qi burst out, and he attacked the two sneaky attackers with all his might.
Boom!!!
The battle between the three of them was earth-shattering. A terrifying shockwave spread out in all directions.
Ji Wudao spat out a mouthful of blood and retreated quickly. Although he had reacted, he was still injured by the attacks of two opponents of the same level.
Right at this moment, a wisp of cold light appeared abruptly. The halberd soared through the sky and suddenly slashed down.
This attack was very sudden and the timing was perfect. It was when Ji Wudao was exhausted.
Pu!!! The halberd slashed across Ji Wudao's chest and blood sprayed out.
Ji Wudao's body fell from the sky and crashed onto the ground with a loud boom.
"Marshal." The countenances of the generals of the Qianwu Empire all drastically changed when they saw Ji Wudao being defeated by three immortal cultivators. After which, the soldiers of the Qianwu Empire roared in rage as they rushed over, preparing to rescue Ji Wudao.
However, just as the soldiers were halfway there, a crescent-shaped attack fell from the sky and smashed into the group of soldiers, killing and injuring many of them.
"General Wu, let's retreat. The Marshal has been defeated, and we don't have enough top-tier experts. There's basically no one among us who can block the attacks of those three immortal cultivators." One of the generals sat on his horse, his countenance filled with anxiety as he spoke.
The General Wu that the general spoke of was Ji Wudao's Deputy General. Hearing the general's words, General Wu's expression turned ugly. However, for the sake of the overall situation, he gritted his teeth and said, "Let's retreat first. If we are annihilated here, the Eastern Region will really be in danger. Send someone to inform the major forces in the Eastern Region and ask them to help us resist the attack of the Spirit Nation."
The army was defeated like a landslide. Following General Wu's order to retreat, the Qianwu Empire's army was like a sheet of loose sand, each of them retreating to the rear.
General Wu led the remaining generals and tried to reorganize the formation of the soldiers. However, there were too many people. In addition, many of the generals had died in the battle with the Spirit Nation. There was a severe shortage of high-ranking generals, and it was impossible for him to transmit the order to every soldier.
The battle cries of the Spirit Nation's army soared to the sky. Their morale was like a rainbow as they chased after the Qianwu Empire's army.
How many years had it been? These people from the foreign countries had never stepped into the Central Plains. The beautiful mountains and rivers of the Central Plains were where their dreams were. There were abundant resources and beautiful women there. Everything was so attractive.
As the Spirit Nation's soldiers yearned for the Central Plains, their morale rose even higher. With a force weaker than the Qianwu Empire's, the Qianwu Empire's soldiers were thrown off their horses, throwing away their helmets and armors.
As for the Emptiness Realm Experts of the Qianwu Empire, they were also being chased by the Spirit Nation and the foreign countries. There were countless battlefields, big and small. Some were battlefields where thousands or hundreds of soldiers fought, while others were battlefields where Emptiness Realm Experts fought.
The border of the Eastern Region could be said to be filled with smoke. Broken limbs could be seen everywhere.
General Wu led an army of less than 20,000 people and fled in panic. Behind them, Nangong Wuchang led the Spirit Nation's soldiers to chase after them. They rushed straight into the heart of the Eastern Region.
Feng Yongheng and the foreign countries were also rushing toward the Eastern Region. As they saw the beautiful mountains and rivers along the way, Feng Yongheng and the others felt like they were returning home.
While the battle at the Eastern Region's border was going on, the ascension ceremony at the Creation Dao Sect had already ended.
Outside the Creation Dao Sect, the little Perfected Person Changletian was wearing the exclusive robe of the Creation Dao Sect Master. He cupped his hands at Shenlang and said, "Brother Shen, thank you for coming to my ascension ceremony. I appreciate your kindness. In the future, if Brother Shen needs anything, you can send someone to inform me. As long as I can do it, I will definitely help."
Shenlang smiled and closed his folding fan. He cupped his hands and said, "Brother Changletian, let's part here. We will meet again in the future."
Shenlang did not say anything about Changletian's goodwill. In any case, he, Hades, had not had any conflicts with the Dao Sect. Since Changletian was willing to make friends with him, he would accept it. In any case, he would not lose anything. Who knew, he might be useful in the future.
Changletian sent Shenlang to the foot of the mountain before waving goodbye to Shenlang.
Shenlang and the other two were not in a hurry to return to the Shen Family. Since they had come out, they could take a look at the scenery of the Eastern Region and cultivate their sentiments.
The Creation Dao Sect's location was not too far from the Eastern Region's border, but it was not close either. Less than half a day after the three of them left the Creation Dao Sect, they suddenly felt the vitality between heaven and earth fluctuating violently.
Feeling the vitality fluctuation, Shenlang's interest was piqued. He immediately said, "Let's go and take a look."
If it was a Rogue Cultivator or a weak warrior, they would definitely not dare to take a look out of curiosity. This was because they might get into trouble because of their curiosity. However, in front of Shenlang, they were bold because they were skilled. In the entire Zhenwu Continent, there was nothing that he was afraid of, unless it was a Void-breaking Realm expert.
However, the battle between Void-breaking Realm experts was so destructive that even the people of the Zhenwu Continent could feel it. It was not something that the vitality fluctuation could compare to.
According to Shenlang's guess, the person who was fighting was at most a Virtual Realm expert. He was also curious because he was bored. Therefore, he was prepared to go and take a look.
Shenlang and the other two did not seem to be walking very fast. However, every step they took was like teleportation. They crossed more than ten meters.
The place where the vitality fluctuation came from was a mountain forest. At this time, hundreds of people were fighting in the forest. There were soldiers of the Qianwu Empire and soldiers of the Spirit Nation.
In the distance, there were two figures fighting fiercely.
The strength of the two figures was probably at the Virtual Realm. Every time the two of them fought, a large number of trees would collapse and the ground would be damaged beyond recognition.
Everyone saw the sudden arrival of Shenlang and the other two, but they did not stop. Although Shenlang was very famous, it did not mean that everyone had seen him before. Moreover, it was a life and death battle now. Those people would not stop.
Shenlang held a folding fan in his hand and said faintly, "Those who are fighting with the soldiers of the Qianwu Empire are the people of the Spirit Nation, right?"
Won Jin-yang nodded and said, "Yes, these people are indeed the soldiers of the Spirit Nation."
"However, this place seems to belong to the Eastern Region, right? When can the soldiers of the Spirit Nation come here? "Shenlang asked doubtfully when he heard Won Jin-yang's answer.
Won Jin-yang shook his head and said, "I don't know. However, if you ask these people, you should know."
Shenlang gently fanned himself. When he heard Won Jin-yang's words, he closed the folding fan in his hand with a snap.
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