The Black Tortoise War God stood on the battlefield, unmoving like a mountain. Everyone looked up to him.
This was the response from the soldiers when Li Qingshan took the lead and slaughtered his way through the enemy formation alone with a single blade in hand.
Li Qingshan did not look back, but he clearly saw the ordinary faces and the scorching gazes. Every single one of them was so ordinary and insignificant, like ants.
However, Li Qingshan could sense that the power they gave him was far greater than his own power. No, this was the source of his power.
He had once been as insignificant as them, carrying the most ordinary of desires, fine wine and beauties, desiring battle and victory. He had made it to where he was today step by step.
How was he noble? How was he lowly?
He closed his eyes, and his belief became firmer.
"They're not ants! I'm not ants either! "
Tu Wancheng yelled, "Release the arrows, release the arrows! Keep throwing rocks! Smash it to death! "
Li Qingshan widened his eyes. The Black Tortoise War God roared at the sky, his voice echoing through the clouds and surging like waves. It swept away the rain of arrows, the meteors cooled down and shattered, and the great winds swept through the demonfolk camp. Countless banners toppled.
Tu Wancheng paled in fright and took a few steps back.
The might of a single rage could collapse the world.
A soldier roared out in the Xuanwu Army. His voice was hoarse and resounding. Compared to the War God's roar, it was pitifully tiny. But very soon, the soldiers began to roar out one by one, turning into a buzzing ocean.
In the blink of an eye, everyone cheered together, creating a tsunami.
The direct disciples were all shocked. Some of them blinked their eyes as if they were in disbelief. These regular soldiers that they would never even glance at could actually erupt with such a powerful aura. It made them, human emperors, feel like they were a lone rowboat in a raging storm.
The military qi blazed like fire, weaving into a golden cape on the Black Tortoise War God's back inch by inch. A huge blade condensed in his hand inch by inch.
On the other end of the battlefield, the Scorching Flame Army was assembling. Unlike the Xuanwu Army, they had a greater variety of soldiers. Apart from heavy infantry, there were also a hundred thousand horsemen, as well as large numbers of light cavalry and archers.
Just like Li Qingshan, Li Liehuo rode a red maned horse and stood at the front of the formation. Looking at this scene and listening to this angry roar, no one knew what he was thinking.
Huo Hua exclaimed in surprise, "This kid can actually do this! I'm afraid Chao Tianjiao is just so-so. "
Li Liehuo nodded: "It is indeed unexpected."
Huo Hua smiled and said, "I thought he would ask you to fight him head-on, and he would lead the surprise attack from the flank. Isn't he afraid that you'll run away when the situation isn't right? "
In fact … The two of them didn't communicate at all, let alone argue. This was a matter of life and death, and it was all up to Li Liehuo to decide.
It would have been fine if they were sworn brothers, but they were enemies who could not wait for the other to die. Before the battle, they didn't have a soul exchange or bury the hatchet. Just like that, they led their armies onto the battlefield.
Li Liehuo said, "He won't, and neither will I."
Huo Hua tilted his head and looked at Li Liehuo. "You men are so strange!"
"Is it strange?" Li Liehuo stared at the Black Tortoise War God and said quietly, "I've already received the letter of challenge!"
He raised his spear high into the air, and flames roared. The flames wrapped around a man and a horse, burning brighter and brighter. Firelight surged into the air, illuminating the eyes. They withdrew their gazes from the Black Tortoise War God. They had their own war god as well.
Tu Wancheng turned around and fled back to the central army. Within the Twelve Citadel Demon Formation of the Ominous, he was afraid that the Black Tortoise War God would cut him down. No Demon King mocked him. They were all stern.
Ying Zhe squinted his eyes. He also sensed danger. "We can't let him gather any more military qi. Order the shaman priests to begin the ritual! "
The chanting of incantations rang out from everywhere, deep and gloomy.
The shaman priests danced on the altars, like ancient people praying to the heavens for rain. However, it was not the heavens that enveloped this place. It was the demonic heavens.
How could they not offer sacrifices for rain? The sacrifices were not livestock, but living demonfolk.
The ground was littered with corpses and rivers of blood. They were all corpses of the demonfolk that Li Qingshan had slaughtered and devoured by the Black Tortoise Army. Slivers of demon qi suddenly rose up at this moment.
The demonic clouds in the sky surged and hung thickly, as if an indescribably terrifying existence was currently tasting the offerings.
The shaman priests knelt on the altar and pressed their foreheads against the ground. They raised their hands and praised madly, "Demonic heavens, oh demonic heavens! The supreme demonic heavens, the eternal demonic heavens, the everlasting demonic heavens! You are the mother of chaos, you are the source of all evil! "
The army of several million demonfolk all prostrated themselves on the ground. The twelve Demon Emperors all lowered their heads deeply too.
Li Qingshan raised his head and felt rather familiar. When the black sun descended, the demonic heavens had once wanted to crown him, but he had turned them down without the slightest hesitation. He even stood against the Demon domain. All he felt right now was disgust.
The demonic heavens seemed to recognise him. Under the surging demonic clouds, the laws of the world constantly wove together. A murmur filled with evil and indistinguishable constantly rang out in his ears and in his heart, as if it was tempting him and also threatening him.
Ying Zhe lowered his head and glanced over in confusion from the corner of his eye. The sacrificial ceremony this time seemed rather special. The demonic heavens' will manifested extremely strongly. No matter how clever he was, he would never have imagined that the man in the towering god of war was the legendary person chosen by the demonic heavens.
The demonic clouds covered the sky as if they were about to crush the Black Tortoise Army God's raised head. Li Qingshan bellowed out and swung his blade at the demonic heavens.
Immediately, the murmur turned into a shrill howl. The demonic clouds surged.
With a whoosh, the rain poured down.
Like a heavenly river flowing backwards, the black rain formed a curtain of rain, blocking off vision and washing away the ground mercilessly. It rapidly gathered into a flash flood and drowned the Black Tortoise Army.
Li Qingshan swung down with his blade, and a deep ditch appeared in the ground.
However, the rain never stopped, and the demonic clouds surged endlessly. The flood surged into the ditch and rapidly rose up again.
The power of the Black Tortoise Army God was not limitless either. Although the military qi could help the soldiers block many techniques, it could not stop the water.
This was no longer a human, but a natural disaster. It was the wrath of the demonic heavens.
Dai Mengfan ordered the true disciples to deal with the flood as she looked back at Black Cloud city. "Junior brother Pi, why don't you do something?"
Among all the true disciples, only Pi Yangqiu remained in Black Cloud city. He was responsible for maintaining the Black Cloud Roar of Lightning Formation exactly for this moment.
The demonfolk had already used this move countless times, so how could they not have a countermeasure?
At the top of Black Cloud city, Pi Yangqiu wrapped his hands around the core of the formation.
Rumble! Lightning flashed and thunder rumbled.
Under his control, the black clouds that enveloped Black Cloud city all year round surged towards the Demon domain. He did everything he could to unleash all the power accumulated in the Black Cloud Roar of Lightning Formation.
Immediately, the black clouds and demonic clouds collided.
In that moment, lightning flashed.
The rumbles shook up endlessly, with no gaps in between. Light and darkness interweaved madly like the end of the world.
Within the thunderous roar, the demonic clouds rapidly dispersed, and the rain gradually stopped.
The clouds dispersed and the rain dispersed. Sunlight shone down, shining on the armour and forming a sea of light.
Under the clear blue sky, the Black Tortoise Army began to move. Its cloak rose high into the air as it swung its huge blade forward.
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