The tip of the red spear was almost transparent, as if it was made of fire. It reflected Ying Zhe's horrified face. The raging flames followed the body of the spear and flew backward, leaving a long trail of red light behind. The spear was still in the hand of the Raging Fire Army God.
So what if he was the strongest of the twelve demon emperors? So what if the demon emperor's physique was strong? In front of absolute power, he was as weak as a mortal.
In just an instant, he could be completely destroyed.
However, in the next moment, the spear froze in mid-air and fell into a giant black palm.
Bi An's mountain-like body moved at an incredible speed, giving people a feeling of absurdity and astonishment.
Almost at the same time, another two direct disciples died. They were killed by Tao Wu before he could come to their rescue.
It clenched its fist lightly, and the fiery spear exploded with a loud bang. The rolling heatwave was overwhelming, and Ying Zhe was in a difficult position to defend himself. His eyebrows and beard were all burnt. Knowing that it was Tu Wancheng's intention, his heart was filled with hatred, but he did not say anything.
Li Liehuo's heart sank. Tu Wancheng looked at him mockingly, "There's only you and me left. If you get off the horse and kneel down now, I might let you live."
He treated the direct disciples as if they were nothing.
However, these words were absolutely not empty bravado. Under the terror of successively falling, the Elite Disciples actually didn't dare continue besieging the Bi 'an, and they were already completely awed.
A man of wealth would never sit under a roof. What they had was unimaginable to mortals. How could they give it up so easily? It was not easy for them to hold on and not retreat at this moment.
Li Liehuo's expression changed a few times. Suddenly, he laughed. Could it be that Li Qingshan's path was real and his was fake? If the fire stopped burning, all that was left was dirty ashes.
"Huo Hua, are you willing to die with me?"
"Cut the crap! Your path is my path! "
"Good!" Li Liehuo's expression hardened. His horse hooves flew, and the Raging Inferno Army God charged forward, charging towards Tao Wu!
Tu Wancheng laughed madly, "You're courting death!"
Tao Wu stretched his arms and stretched his fingers, grabbing at the Raging Fire Army God.
All the true disciples looked at Dai Mengfan. She thought quickly and ordered, "Everyone, come with me to kill demonfolk. None of them have the protection of military qi. Anyway, we have to lend junior brother Li a hand!"
At this time. If he ordered everyone to attack Bi An together, there would definitely be people who hesitated or even directly disobeyed the military order. The situation would be completely ruined.
This was the only way to help Li Liehuo. He only hoped he could last a little longer. If he could kill a million demonfolk, then the battle prowess of Taowu would definitely plummet. However, he also knew how naive his wish was.
"Army God of Fire won't last that long! What should we do? "
Kexin heaved a sigh of relief. Tao Wu had given her too much pressure. Although they wanted to leave the battlefield immediately and never come back, they didn't dare to be the first to disobey military orders.
If she became the culprit, the Thousand Nature Sect would never let her go. Perhaps even the Selfless Heavenly Palace would send people to capture her. It would be useless even if she fled to the ends of the earth. Thus, even if he was unwilling, he could only brace himself and do it.
At this moment. Suddenly, he felt an invisible binding and pressure descend from the sky. The circulation of his magic power became sluggish, and the power of the spells he cast was greatly reduced. "Huh, why does it feel like I'm in the border area again?" He looked up at the sky. "When did the sky become so red?"
The "red" seeped down from the sky, soaking through the air and soil like a thin veil.
On the bloodied ground, the eyelids of a human soldier's corpse suddenly twitched. He opened his eyes again. "Strange, didn't I … die?"
He could not help but touch his neck. However, he discovered that the wound was currently healing. Not long after, another voice seemed to be urging him to kill the enemy! To fight!
His blood was still not cold. It became even hotter. He thought of the general's order again. Advance!
As a result, he grabbed his blade again and climbed to his feet. He felt endless power surge through his body. As far as the eye could see, the "corpses" stood up again on the corpses strewn across the ground. He swung his blade at a demonfolk corpse that had just stood up and began a new round of slaughter.
"The Asura Field."
Dai Mengfan tasted bitterness in her mouth. It just happened to be at a time like this.
The structure of the six realms of saṃsāra was not layered on top of one another, nor was it distributed in parallel. Instead, it was a complete entity that cycled about. It possessed an unimaginable structure, and it was connected to the three thousand worlds, which was why it was known as "samsara".
Every single realm had its own special characteristics. The Hungry Ghost realm constantly devoured, the Human realm was all-encompassing, and the Hell realm's souls returned to the netherworld.
The Asura realm would constantly gather war souls from the six realms of saṃsāra and the three thousand worlds, converting them into asura and joining the endless, bloody battle.
The will of the Asura realm loved large-scale, high-intensity battles like this the most. Every time something like this happened, the Asura Field would definitely descend, temporarily bestowing some of the special characteristics of asura to the warriors filled with fighting spirit and killing intent, such as the "undying body of asura".
The greater the intensity and scale of the battle, the greater the range and strength of the Asura Field, which was closer to the Asura realm.
The number of people directly taking part in this battle exceeded five million. The soldiers on both sides were determined to die. The scale and intensity of the battle were rare even in the entire six realms of saṃsāra.
Thus, the Asura Field became abnormally vast. Injuries that were originally fatal became insignificant, and even severed limbs could be regrown. The frail body of a mortal could withstand even more intense battles, constantly killing and being killed, enduring the test of intense pain. In the great terror between life and death, a true battle soul was tempered.
Of course, they were not asuras yet, so they could not truly have an undying body. Even Renhuangs could not protect themselves in such a fierce battle, let alone mortals. Moreover, the Asura Field did not distinguish between good and evil. Both sides would benefit.
As a result, in the end, most of the warriors would still die in the fierce battle. The Asura realm could then retrieve the war souls that had been tested and tempered, transforming them into true asuras.
However, this was bad news for the true disciples. They were already quite ostracized in the Demon Realm. With the arrival of the Asura Field, it meant that the laws of heaven and earth of the Asura realm intertwined with those of the Demon Realm. This meant that the entire battlefield had become a border zone.
And, the Asura realm only favoured true warriors. If they did not possess a heart for battle, even Renhuangs would be ostracized. Suffering from two layers of rejection in the border zone, some of the true disciples could not even unleash half of their strength.
Wan Jianfeng only felt like he was being suppressed, yet he had gained some support. Although his strength was still affected, his morale instead flourished. He formed a seal with his hand. "A single sword into myriad swords!"
Myriad swords pierced through the air! Immediately, over ten thousand demonfolk were pinned to the ground.
Originally, human emperors were extremely efficient at massacring when they unleashed their own techniques. If they worked together, killing a million demonfolk was nothing difficult.
However, they discovered very soon that most demonfolk actually did not die after being killed, unless their bodies had been completely destroyed. Even if only half of their bodies remained, they would still crawl on the ground and roar at the sky madly, gathering military qi towards the "Taowu".
The bodies of regular demonfolk had always surpassed that of regular humans, especially with their startling regenerative abilities. In the Asura Field, they were basically like tigers that had grown wings. Every single one of them had become an unkillable cockroach.
The true disciples had basically lost all hope. Just Now, it was already difficult for them to survive. They were now heavily restrained. Once the "Taowu" killed the War God of Fire and returned, they would not even have a chance to escape.
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