As a result, the Sky Battlefield was divided into three layers.
The first layer was at the highest point, where the Blue Phoenix Dragon sat alone on its throne like a Dragon Emperor, arrogantly welcoming the challenges of the highest skies and obliterating them one by one.
The second level was in midair, it was the Li Chuan Flying Dragons that were allowed to cross altitudes by the Blue Luan and Blue Phoenix Dragons. Under the protection of the Blue Luan and Blue Phoenix Dragons, they occupied high altitudes, they could wantonly attack the Divine Birds and Giant Ridge Generals at the lower altitudes.
The third layer was at low altitudes, where the Dragonbeasts, flying cultivators, and the divine bird army fought at close quarters. They were located above the buildings of Precipice Mountain City, unable to touch the clouds or the ground.
As for the fighting on the ground, it was even more bitter. It was impossible to tell who would win in a short amount of time.
Zhu Minglang passed through the battlefield at low altitudes. However, there were a few blind cultivators from Precipice Mountain City. When they saw Zhu Minglang flying toward the back of the city, they naturally weren't willing to let him pass.
Blood splattered everywhere. Several cultivators from the city collapsed in pools of blood. They hadn't completely stopped breathing, but the blood didn't stop flowing.
One of the soldiers didn't even have time to transform into a Giant Ridge General before he was killed. He tilted his head to look at his companion, who was similarly stunned.
"I already told you … he's the master of that Blue Dragon."
Soon, several people breathed their last.
Even though it was hard to control life and death on the battlefield, it was still best to avoid courting death like this.
…
Zhu Minglang flew toward the back of the city, where there were many towering statues.
There were actually a few figures on those statues. Zhu Minglang used his spiritual sense to probe them and discovered that these people's cultivations weren't low. It was clear that Precipice Mountain City still had many experts that hadn't surfaced.
Their figures were moving about, but they didn't make a move against Zhu Minglang. There were probably some other orders.
Zhu Minglang didn't pay them any attention. In such a large-scale battle, even with the three Dragon Kings, Zhu Minglang could only do his best to protect a limited number of people.
On top of an extremely tall statue, a man wearing a jet-black cloak was standing there. He was letting out a kind of crow-like laughter.
His arms were hooked claws.
There were no pupils in his eye sockets, and they were surrounded by twisted scars. It was as if his eyes had been cut off.
However, it was as if he could see everything. He just stared at the ambush team with a strange and terrifying expression.
At this time, the surprise attack team was surrounded by the Devil Crow soldiers. There were more than four thousand of these Devil Crow soldiers, as if they had been waiting here for their arrival. Even though the surprise attack team had already made a big circle, they were still caught by these people.
"The so-called great forces are made up of you mortals. Your cultivations aren't high, your divine abilities are weak, and the Dragon Beasts have no respect. Letting me deal with you guys is truly a boring matter. I should have been at the city walls, personally gouging out the beautiful eyes of the Li Chuan commander!" Peng Hu, one of the Four Heroes, smiled evilly.
He clearly had no eyes, but he was sizing everyone up.
He sniffed heavily. In the end, his "gaze" locked onto Nan Lingsha, Zi Miaozhu, and some other female cultivators.
"Perfect body fragrance, she must be a peerless beauty, right?" While Peng Hu was saying these disgusting words, his hooked claws were ripping apart the person in front of him.
It was a dragon master from the Purple Division Forest. His purple dragon's stomach had already been cut open at the foot of the statue. He himself had been captured by Peng Hu, and his stomach had been cut open in front of everyone's eyes.
A slow death meant great pain. Peng Hu seemed to be a person who enjoyed torture and killing. He was more like a ferocious tiger or leopard playing with lambs and young rabbits.
The Devil Crow soldiers surrounded the surprise attack team. Peng Hu was torturing them mentally, and from time to time, he would make strange moves and kill some of the more powerful people in the team.
Wang Beiyou of the Purple Division Forest wanted to capture the leader several times, but the Devil Crow soldiers weren't ordinary people. He and his purple dragon couldn't break free from these dark cultivators.
"Nan Xiong, that woman is from the Nan Family." Du Yang's eyes suddenly sharpened.
"Li Chuan's Nan Family? The one who plotted to kill our envoy and then killed the fourth son of your Du Family?" Nan Xiong Peng Hu curled his lips and said with surprise.
"Hmph, it's that bitch. She and Li Yunzi played us and killed all the hidden sentries in the Ancestral Dragon City-State. Otherwise, Li Chuan would be ours already. With the help of the Western Cliff and the Mist of Nothingness, the dogs of the Extreme Court wouldn't be able to come here and fight with us!" Du Yang said angrily.
Du Yang was the master of the Ancestral Palace.
After Pu Shiming and Zhu Xuehen destroyed the Ancestral Palace, he fled back to the Desolation City-State.
The Ancestral Palace's four heroes were set up to copy the Desolation City-State.
The Desolation City-State had the Double Sha, the Four Heroes, the Eight Elders, and the Sixteen Battle Champions. The Ancestral Palace had followed them back then, but the Eight Elders, Four Heroes, and Double Sha couldn't be compared to the Desolation City-State, especially after they were blessed.
"In that case, her beautiful eyes are mine, and the rest is yours." Nan Xiong Peng Hu smiled.
Hearing this, Du Yang also smiled.
Although her beautiful face was ruined by the lack of her eyes, she was still attractive in other places.
Rumor had it that Nan Lingsha and Li Yunzi were twins?
If he captured her, wouldn't that mean …
The smile on Du Yang's face gradually widened, and his mind began to wander.
After being blessed, he, Du Yang, was no longer the same as before!
"Before that, your lives are mine," a man's voice suddenly came from behind them without any warning.
The owner of the voice was very close to them, but they didn't even notice it.
Du Yang turned his head and saw a man standing on a sword. His expression was somewhat casual, but his eyes were emitting a sharp light that made people wary. It was as if killing the two of them would be a piece of cake!
"There are many people on this continent who can take my life, but you are far from being one of them," Nan Xiong Peng Hu said with an interested expression.
Judging from the man's aura, he was an expert on par with him.
"Who are you???" Du Yang stared intently at Zhu Minglang.
"Is your son called Du Cheng?" Zhu Minglang asked.
Du Yang didn't answer.
"You've wronged Nan Lingsha. Your son, Du Cheng, was killed by me. Look at this robe. Does it look familiar?" Zhu Minglang deliberately showed his Phantom Robe as he spoke.
Du Zheng's entire face changed in an instant. His anger was like a ball of flame that ignited on the skin of his face, burning it red!
The Phantom Robe.
Zhu Minglang had taken the robe from the Fourth Young Master of the Ancestral Palace, Du Cheng.
He was wondering why the Ancestral Palace had such a treasure. It seemed like even the Zhu Clan couldn't forge such a unique robe. It turned out that they had a powerful background!
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