The pair of huge wings on his back flapped at high speed, King Maule didn't even need to exert much strength, his speed was as fast as lightning, fast as an arc of light.
On his chest, there was a commander's badge.
This commander badge was different from the ordinary yaksha commander badges. There was an extra blood diamond on it, and the blood diamond shone with a terrifying light.
If a human commander was here, he would definitely recognize this as the honorary commander badge of the yaksha race, the blood diamond commander badge.
Not every Yaksha Commander had the opportunity to become a Blood Diamond Commander. There were only 50 Blood Diamond Commanders in the entire Yaksha Clan. If the others wanted to become a Blood Diamond Commander, they had to have peerless martial strength. This was very important. If they didn't have this, they couldn't even think about it, because they didn't meet the requirements.
The human race also had an honorary commander badge. Of course, it wasn't a blood diamond commander badge, but a purple gold one.
Currently, the human race and demon race had about fifty-four purple gold commanders, slightly more than the yaksha race's blood diamond commanders.
"Commander, there's a group of a thousand humans nine million li to the left."
A yaksha king clad in silver armor flew out from behind King Molle.
"A thousand-man team of the human race?" King Molle's brows twitched. "Lead a group of seven hundred and hold them back. I'll lead the troops to flank them."
Not only was King Molle's martial prowess, but he was also good at commanding. He knew that if he led five thousand people, the humans would definitely run away. If he sent a group of a thousand, the chances of the humans escaping wouldn't be low either. Everyone knew that the yakshas were strong, their average quality even higher than the Demons. Therefore, a group of seven hundred was just right. It wasn't too small, but it wasn't to the extent that the humans would lose the courage to fight and flee.
"Yes!"
Immediately, the Silver-armored Yaksha King chose 700 people to chase after the human army.
… …
"Commander, there's a group of seven hundred yakshas coming."
A centurion came to report.
"Seven hundred yaksha kings."
The commander of the human army was a purple-robed old man. Hearing the news, a smile appeared on his face. "Let's meet them. Tell everyone to prepare for battle."
"Yes!"
The centurion retreated.
…
For ordinary Life and Death Kings, nine million li could be covered in forty breaths of time. Soon, the two sides could see each other.
"Humans, you're dead! Kill!"
The chief of the Yaksha Tribe raised his spear high in the air and charged forward with his men.
"You bunch of birdmen, why didn't you stay in your nest? You came out to die!"
The purple-robed old man shouted and led his men forward.
Boom boom boom boom boom …
Both sides began to attack each other from tens of thousands of miles away. Dazzling streams of light shot out like a meteor shower, creating a spectacular scene.
One by one, both human and yaksha soldiers were smashed to pieces. However, more and more soldiers rushed forward. In the end, the two sides collided, creating waves of "stormy waves".
"Shattering Tornado!"
The purple-robed elder's weapons were two huge scimitars. As he spun, the scimitars spun along with him. In the next moment, a tornado formed by the scimitars blasted toward the four yaksha soldiers in front of him.
Puchi Puchi!
The four Yaksha soldiers were instantly minced into a mist of blood and vanished into nothingness.
"Old fogey, die!"
The chief of the Yaksha Tribe sneered and slashed down with his spear. Three human soldiers in front of him exploded, but the spear didn't stop there. It continued to attack the purple-robed elder.
"I'm afraid of you."
The purple-robed elder shattered the spear with his scimitar.
The battle was intense. In just a few dozen breaths, both sides had lost over a hundred soldiers.
What the purple-robed elder didn't know was that enemies were closing in from all directions. There were eight hundred yaksha soldiers in the east, one thousand and two hundred in the west, one thousand in the north, and one thousand and three hundred in the south. An inescapable net had silently sealed off the battlefield.
In the east, King Molle led eight hundred yaksha soldiers and flew at full speed.
"More than a hundred of our soldiers died. What a disgrace to our tribe."
King Molle was a little annoyed when he sensed that more than a hundred of his men had died.
The Yaksha Tribe worshipped strength. Whether it was an individual battle or a group battle, they had to win cleanly. In King Molle's opinion, seven hundred yaksha soldiers should have the upper hand against one thousand human soldiers.
Another dozen breaths passed, and King Molle could finally see the two sides fighting.
"Kill them!"
King Maule roared, the sound waves rumbled.
"Kill!"
"Kill!"
"Kill!"
"Kill!"
From all directions, the yaksha soldiers swarmed into the battlefield like a tidal wave. There were too many of them, a total of four thousand and three hundred, while there were less than nine hundred human soldiers on the battlefield.
"Not good."
The purple-robed elder's expression changed, but he didn't panic. He was just a little surprised and caught off guard.
"Everyone, hold on."
The purple-robed elder's voice was firm.
"Hold on? Let's see how you're going to hold on." The silver-armored Yaksha King sneered as his attacks became fiercer.
However, just when he thought that the human troop was trapped, battle cries came from all directions again. It was definitely not the Yakshas' battle cries, because there were only 5,000 Yakshas in total, so it was impossible for so many people to shout. But if it was not the Yakshas, then who could it be?
"Haha, our main force is here."
The purple-robed elder laughed heartily as his heart calmed down.
"Kill these birdmen, kill them all!"
From all directions, a total of four thousand human soldiers surrounded them. Their battle cries shook the heavens and earth, and their killing intent filled the air. Their leader was also a commander, but it was a human commander. He was a square-faced middle-aged swordsman who wore a silver robe. However, his brows were slightly furrowed, as if he felt that the situation was not easy to control.
In fact, the 1,000 men led by the purple-clothed old man were part of his forces. The reason why they were separated was to act as bait to attract the enemy's attention while the main force surrounded them. Although this plan was simple, it was very effective. It had been tried and tested in the Black Tortoise Ruins. However, he did not expect that the enemy they encountered was not a small force, but a group of 5,000 men like them. Moreover, the other party had chosen a similar battle plan as him. They would first use 700 Yakshas as the vanguard while the main force surrounded them.
The situation on the battlefield was a little funny. More than a thousand humans and yakshas were fighting fiercely in the center, while more than four thousand yakshas surrounded them. At the outermost layer, there were four thousand human soldiers. In total, there were three layers of them, and no one could escape from the encirclement.
Such a chaotic situation made everyone feel pessimistic, and a tragic atmosphere filled the air.
Boom boom boom!
A battle of 5,000 against 5,000 wasn't something that 1,000 against 700 could compare to. The scene was grand, magnificent, and grotesque. It was like a shocking abstract painting, and everyone present was a part of this abstract painting.
As a commander, the silver-robed swordsman was naturally not weak. The heavy nine-ringed blade in his hand was like a giant axe that could split the heavens and earth. Wherever he chopped, there would be yakshas falling. In just a short while, more than thirty yakshas had died in his hands, and the number was still rising.
But compared to the Molle King, he was still lacking.
The Molle King's meteor hammer was a terrifying killing weapon. As long as he swung it forward, at least a few human soldiers would be smashed to death or sent flying by the powerful force. Then, he would grab the chain tightly and swing it. The meteor hammer connected to the chain was like a death scythe, reaping lives on the battlefield. In a short time, the number of human soldiers that died in his hands reached eighty.
"Get back!"
Seeing the blood-colored war hammer reaping the lives of his soldiers, the silver-robed swordsman brandished his blade and slashed at the blood-colored war hammer.
Bang!
What shocked the silver-robed swordsman was that although his saber had split open the blood-colored warhammer, the saber light he had sent out had also been shattered, and the saber light had been reversed.
"So strong?"
The silver-robed swordsman raised his head and looked at the chain.
What entered his eyes was a powerful Yaksha King with skin no different from a human's. His right hand was holding onto the egg-thick chain, and his left hand was holding onto the blood-colored war hammer.
All of a sudden, the silver-robed swordsman's face paled. His eyes were fixated on the commander badge on the opponent's chest. That blood-colored diamond was extremely eye-catching.
"It's a blood diamond commander badge!"
The silver-robed swordsman turned around, wanting to escape. He was no match for a blood diamond commander. There were only about fifty blood diamond commanders in the Yaksha Clan, and each of them had the strength of a seventh layer Life and Death Monarch. In other words, they had the strength of a battle emperor. Among human commanders, only a purple gold commander could contend against a blood diamond commander.
"You think you can run away?"
Holding the chain tightly in his right hand, Molle King swung it a few times. With a deep roar, the blood-colored war hammer shot out. Crackle! The blood-colored hammer shadow mixed with frightening lightning heavily bombarded the silver-robed swordsman's back.
Crackle!
The silver-robed swordsman's entire body disintegrated and burned into ashes.
Extreme second revolution martial skill — Blood Thunder Hammer!
"What! The commander is dead!"
"Impossible! How can this be!"
The human soldiers in the surroundings saw this scene, and their minds went blank.
It had to be said that the commanders were the spiritual pillars of the soldiers. Once the commander fell, the spiritual pillars of the soldiers would collapse as well. At this moment, if there was no one to turn the tide, only death awaited them. Although they were all Life and Death Monarchs, and their mental fortitude was not that bad, they were no different from ordinary people in this desperate battlefield.
"Your commander is dead! He died in the hands of me, Molle King!"
Molle King's loud roar shook the entire battlefield.
"Aooo!"
The human soldiers were in a miserable state while the Yaksha soldiers roared continuously, their morale greatly boosted.
"Molle King, long time no see!"
Right at this moment, a special troop entered the battlefield. This troop consisted of seven people, and they swept through everything in their way. None of the Yaksha soldiers in their way could last even half a breath.
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