The night was dark, and there were occasional flashes of lightning in the darkness.
When the light shone on everyone's faces, their expressions were ferocious and hideous.
Fresh blood dyed the ground red, and the sound of metal clashing rang out incessantly. Tragic cries echoed throughout the entire mountain range.
The soldiers of the North Region fought with their lives on the line. Even though their numbers were less than half of the enemy's, they fought with their lives on the line.
Although they suppressed the soldiers of the Assassination Guild in terms of vigor, they were lacking in numbers. Gradually, they fell into a dead end.
Meng Jun was surrounded by four Wu Huangs. Even though he was a pinnacle level six Wu Huang, the four Wu Huangs of the Assassination Guild, excluding the one-eyed man, the remaining three Wu Huangs were all long-range attackers.
Even if Meng Jun seized the opportunity to severely injure the one-eyed man, he would be foiled by the other three.
"Ghostly Claw!" A short, dark-skinned Wu Huang suddenly released an attack, taking advantage of Meng Jun's weakness.
Meng Jun raised his saber to block the one-eyed man's halberd. Suddenly, he felt a chill on his back. Looking back, he saw a pitch-black ghostly claw grabbing at his head.
Meng Jun laughed loudly and took three steps forward. Without caring about anything else, his saber went straight for the one-eyed man's throat.
The one-eyed man had just been knocked away by Meng Jun's saber. His purlicue was in pain. Before he could react, he saw a cold gleam flash before his eyes. A saber was about to reach him.
The one-eyed man was horrified. His legs trembled as he hurriedly retreated.
Just as Meng Jun's saber was about to slash at the one-eyed man's throat, the corner of the one-eyed man's mouth suddenly curled up.
"Oh no!" Meng Jun knew that something was wrong. He felt a sense of danger approaching him.
Just then, a demonic sound suddenly rang out in his ears. Finally, it slowly filled the surrounding area.
The sound seemed to come from hell. It was eerie and terrifying, as if it could steal one's soul.
Instantly, Meng Jun's mind was filled with hatred, anger, sorrow, killing, and other negative emotions. They all erupted from the depths of his heart.
Even Meng Jun, who was a pinnacle level six Wu Huang, could not withstand the demonic sound's assault. Needless to say, the soldiers who were only at the Martial Arts Grandmaster realm or lower, King Wu.
In an instant, the soldiers of the Northern Region howled into the sky. Their eyes were bloodshot, and blood flowed out of their seven orifices. They collapsed to the ground, unable to get up.
This moment of absent-mindedness was enough to turn the tide of the battle.
Meng Jun's body trembled slightly. He had just woken up from the demonic sound when the terrifying ghostly claw behind him reached for his head.
Meng Jun roared and leaned to the side. Although he had dodged the fatal blow of the ghostly claw, his shoulder was still grabbed and a piece of flesh was torn off.
Tst tst tst —!
The ghostly claw disappeared after tearing Meng Jun's shoulder, but the wound was filled with black gas, slowly corroding Meng Jun's body.
"Kill!" Seeing that Meng Jun was being corroded by the black qi, the one-eyed man turned into a blur. His halberd pierced through the air towards Meng Jun's chest.
Meng Jun was startled, but this black gas had a paralyzing effect. His usually slow movements could not be resisted at all at this moment.
He could only barely raise his saber and place it in front of him.
The one-eyed man's attack smashed into the broadsword, and the broadsword was instantly shattered into pieces. It turned into pieces of iron that filled the sky and scattered in all directions.
"Pfft!" Meng Jun spat out blood. The broadsword blocked the most piercing attack from the halberd, but it was also blasted in the chest.
Meng Jun's body flew out like an arrow released from a bow and smashed into the ground, stirring up a cloud of smoke and dust.
"Surrender now, whether you surrender or not, I will kill you!" The one-eyed man wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and slowly walked forward.
Meng Jun stood up with difficulty. His body swayed and he coughed violently a few times. He spat out blood and knelt on the ground on one knee. His limbs were weak.
The black gas had already corroded his right hand, causing it to lose all strength.
"I, Meng Jun, have harmed you!" Meng Jun sighed. He was not afraid of death, but because of him, the soldiers of the Northern Region were now in deep trouble.
He looked at the fallen soldiers and felt very distressed.
"Live and die as a man of the Northern Region, die as a ghost of the Northern Region! Even if I die, I will still curse you bastards in the depths of hell! "The adjutant's limbs were chopped off by dozens of soldiers and he fell to the ground, dying.
"I will wait for you in hell!" Those were the last words of the soldiers of the Northern Region before they died.
Meng Jun witnessed all of this with tears in his eyes.
Even when his sect was slaughtered, even when his wife and children died in front of him, he did not shed a tear.
He only gritted his teeth and concealed his identity, hoping that one day he could kill his enemy with his own hands.
But seeing the group of soldiers in front of him all die because of him, the sorrow in his heart could no longer be suppressed.
"Come on! Even if I, Meng Jun, become a ghost, I will not let you go! "Meng Jun used the last bit of his strength to raise his chin.
As a soldier, he would not die a humble death.
"Then die …" The one-eyed man's halberd was only halfway in the air when suddenly, there was a loud noise behind him.
Boom —!
Boom —!
Boom —!
The entire mountain peak trembled. At the same time, there were bursts of fire on the peak occupied by the Assassination Guild.
"General Meng! I'm coming! " At this moment, Hu Heixin's voice suddenly sounded. Then, the sound of tens of thousands of horses galloping resounded through the entire valley.
One by one, soldiers wearing mechanical armor appeared from all directions and surged toward this place.
"Sir! We seem to have fallen into a trap! "The Ghost Claw Martial Soul hurriedly ran to the one-eyed man's side and pointed to the mountain behind him.
"Damn it!" The one-eyed man cursed. As people from the East Region, how could they not know the importance of the mountain in the Central Mountain Range?
He was now suspecting whether Meng Jun's appearance was a ploy by the North Region to lure the tiger away from the mountain.
"I will kill you first!" The one-eyed man hardened his heart and killed Meng Jun first.
After all, Meng Jun was at the peak of Level Six, Wu Huang, so he was still slightly afraid.
"Little Qian! I'm coming for you! " Meng Jun closed his eyes and revealed a smile, as if death was a release for him.
"Tiger Roar!" Just as Meng Jun was three inches away from death, a loud roar was heard.
Everyone was shocked by this sound. Then, a tiger claw slapped the one-eyed man's chest and directly sent him flying.
The one-eyed man was sent flying by Hu Heixin's palm. He flew out with the Ghost Claw Martial Soul and was caught by the others.
"Retreat!" The one-eyed man made a prompt decision. Hu Heixin's palm had directly shattered more than ten bones in his body, and now he had no more strength to fight.
And if the peak was really taken down by the North Region, he was afraid that he would not have a good ending when he returned.
In an instant, the Assassination Guild's soldiers followed the one-eyed man's footsteps and retreated towards the peak.
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