Xianyu Zhongtong could not believe it. He had been staring at Duan Gequan with his eyes wide open, but in the end, Duan Gequan appeared on the other side of the mountain and chose the most subtle moment to tear apart the Myriad Stars Formation that Wang Chong had painstakingly built in one fell swoop.
Xianyu Zhongtong had put up a lot of defenses, but in the end, he still failed. The screams of the Annam Protectorate were like a huge mockery, ringing in Xianyu Zhongtong's ears.
"I've been deceived by them!"
Xianyu Zhongtong fiercely clenched his fists. After his initial shock, no matter how slow Xianyu Zhongtong's reactions were, he still understood that Duan Gequan had used a trick to steal the sky and switch the sun in front of him.
The figure standing on the carriage, hidden in the darkness, was definitely not Duan Gequan.
"Gelofeng!"
A thought appeared in his mind, and Xianyu Zhongtong's mind became clear.
In the entire Mengshe Zhao Empire, only Gelofeng could release the same aura as Duan Gequan. And if Gelofeng was playing the role of Duan Gequan, then there was no doubt that the "Gelofeng" on the carriage was fake.
Xianyu Zhongtong knew that he had made a huge mistake. He had been focusing on Duan Gequan and had neglected Gelofeng, the ruler of Mengshe Zhao.
"Despicable!"
In a flash, this thought flashed through his mind. In the next moment, Xianyu Zhongtong instantly cast the strongest "Vajra Formation" in the entire Annam Protectorate.
"Roar!"
An earth-shattering roar of fury rang out, and before everyone's eyes, a gigantic Heavenly God, whose entire body shone with a metallic luster, rose from the mountain with a loud rumble.
"Duan Gequan, you shameless villain, fight me to the death!"
Xianyu Zhongtong's angry voice was like thunder, echoing in the sky above the mountain peak. Even the whole mountain range trembled and buzzed in his angry voice.
Boom! A huge foot traversed the space of over a hundred feet, quickly stepping in Duan Gequan's direction …
…
Duan Gequan was quickly blocked by Xianyu Zhongtong. The two huge clones were locked in a fierce battle on the mountain.
From the beginning until now, this was the first time that a battle between the commanders of the two teams had appeared. Wang Yan versus Huoshu Huizang versus Xianyu Zhongtong versus Duan Gequan.
However, nothing could be changed. Duan Gequan's appearance had completely defeated the Annam Protectorate at the top of the mountain. Only defeat awaited the Annam Protectorate.
"Haha, Imperial Father, we won!"
Fengjiayi roared with laughter. Standing on the carriage, he tore off his dragon robe. The plan had been completed. As the Crown Prince of the Mengshe Zhao Empire, there was no longer any need for him to hide his identity and pretend to be his father.
"Jiayi, you've worked hard. In the future, the southwest will be the world of us father and son. After this battle, you and I, father and son, will forever be recorded in the annals of history as meritorious subjects of Erhai's Six Zhao. "
Gelofeng also couldn't suppress the excitement and joy in his heart. He didn't know how long he had waited for this battle. After paying so much, this moment had finally arrived.
Mengshe Zhao shouldn't be content to live in a corner of the world, and he, Gelofeng, shouldn't be just a little ruler of Erhai.
Swallowing the southwest and ruling over the world — this was his deepest dream.
And today, this day was finally going to come true.
"Imperial Father, your child is going. I want to become the first Crown Prince of the Mengshe Zhao Empire to plant his war banner on the mountain!"
Fengjiayi's face was flushed with excitement. Leaping off the chariot, he mounted an Erhai steed and galloped toward the summit.
… …
"Young Master, the southwest has been lost!"
"Young Master, there are many casualties in the southeast!"
"Young Master, they have too many people. We're simply no match for them!"
"Young Master, what should we do now?"
"Young Master, Young Master …"
Anxious and panicked voices rang out in Wang Chong's ears. In the southeast and southwest, the entire Annam Protectorate's defense line was on the verge of falling, and countless pieces of news were gathering in Wang Chong's hands.
The soldiers of the Mengshe – Ü-Tsang army were pouring into the gap, and through the widening of the gap, they were pushing in other directions. The entire Annam Protectorate was facing an unprecedented calamity.
In a few short moments, the Annam Protectorate had suffered unprecedented casualties.
"Warning! 12344 casualties in the Annam Protectorate! "
"Warning! 14056 casualties in the Annam Protectorate! "
"Warning! 18423 casualties in the Annam Protectorate! "
"Warning! 21714 casualties in the Annam Protectorate! "
… …
The Stone of Destiny's warning cascaded through Wang Chong's mind like a waterfall. In a few short moments, the entire summit was covered in corpses. The Annam Protectorate had lost more people than it had in that final battle.
Wang Chong's vision was a sea of blood, and the air was suffocating with the stench of blood. The savage laughter of the Mengshe – Ü-Tsang army resounded over the summit.
Wang Chong could even see an Ouzan soldier not far from him.
The summit was on the verge of falling. Countless days and nights of defense were on the verge of complete failure.
From being as solid as a boulder to completely collapsing, all of this happened in just a split second.
At this moment, Wang Chong felt his body go cold, like he had been plunged into an icehouse. But it only took a moment for Wang Chong to react.
Clang!
As everyone watched, Wang Chong suddenly unsheathed his sword, the cold WuZi Steel sword pointing to the heavens.
"General Zhang, General Yang, assemble the shieldmen and the axemen to reinforce the southwest!
"Archers, nock the last arrow. Fifty steps ahead, Long Shot!"
"Everyone else, follow me!"
… …
"Messengers, pass on my order! Everyone put all their strength into the formation!
"The Eagle, I leave this place to you. Everyone else, follow me!"
In the chaos, Wang Chong's voice became the backbone of the army, stabilizing the Annam Protectorate. The army that had been on the verge of collapse instantly began to show signs of stabilizing.
And the Myriad Stars Formation that had been on the verge of collapse also began to show signs of beginning to circulate once more. But even the Myriad Stars Formation seemed to find it hard to hold on against the endless ranks of the Mengshe – Ü-Tsang army.
There was not much time left for Wang Chong.
"Young Master, give the order!"
There were many figures on the summit, and it took only a few short moments for several dozen people to gather behind Wang Chong.
At this point in the battle, not even Wang Chong had many soldiers he could use.
Clang!
Sword in hand, Wang Chong led the several dozen soldiers behind him toward the gap in the Mengshe – Ü-Tsang army.
Without too many reinforcements and without too many powerful generals, Wang Chong resolutely charged forward.
No matter what, I won't admit defeat!
Wang Chong tightly gripped his WuZi Steel sword, a thought flitting through his mind, and then he charged into the air.
"Single Step Consecutive Slash!"
A cold light flashed through the air. A moment later, Wang Chong descended from the sky, his sword slashing through an Ouzan horseman. Squelch! A fountain of blood sprayed into the air. The horseman was still seated on his horse, but his head was sent flying into the air.
Bang!
In another flash, Wang Chong charged at another Ouzan horseman, a second head flying into the air. A third, a fourth, a fifth … wherever Wang Chong passed, heads would roll.
"Kill him! He's Wang Chong!"
A Mengshe Zhao soldier shouted, his eyes brightening when he saw Wang Chong. In an instant, countless soldiers surged forward.
If there was one person in the Mengshe – Ü-Tsang army that everyone wanted to kill, it was definitely Wang Chong.
Not just the commanders, but even the lowest-ranking soldiers knew that the war of the southwest had dragged on for so long and had suffered so many casualties because of a person called Wang Chong.
"Kill! Kill Wang Chong! Make him a marquis of ten thousand households! "
Countless soldiers began to change directions and charge at Wang Chong.
"Leaping Dragon Spear!"
Bang! Wang Chong's body flickered as he shot into the sky like a bolt of lightning. As everyone watched, the air howled as a massive azure flood dragon descended from the sky, its might as it floated in the air.
But before anyone could react, the azure flood dragon had already vanished.
Boom!
A massive fissure appeared in the sky, its power so great that it even left a massive gorge in the ground. Behind Wang Chong, corpses were strewn all over the ground, heads flying everywhere.
Wang Chong's WuZi Steel sword was practically unstoppable in this dense army.
But Wang Chong's slaughter had not only failed to restrain the Mengshe – Ü-Tsang army, but had instead attracted even more soldiers to charge at him.
"Kill Wang Chong and we'll win!"
"Avenge our brothers!"
"Kill him! Don't be afraid!"
… …
At this moment, all the soldiers of the Mengshe – Ü-Tsang army became extremely fierce. Death and blood only served to stimulate the savagery and bloodthirst in their hearts.
But Wang Chong could no longer see any of this. At this moment, Wang Chong's heart was dripping with blood, and there was only one thought in his mind.
Kill! Kill! Kill!
Die! Die! Die!
Die!
'Thirty years of fame and dust, eight thousand li of clouds and moon.' From the capital until now, Wang Chong had persevered for countless days and nights, plotting countless methods, preparing countless things, but now … everything was about to turn to dust.
Duan Gequan's final attack had dealt Wang Chong a fatal blow!
All Wang Chong's efforts, all his hardships, were about to turn to dust.
No matter what, I will never admit defeat! … …
Wang Chong's eyes turned red. Clang! A bloody cold light flew out from the left side of Wang Chong's waist, circling in the air and stabbing into the body of a Mengshe Zhao soldier, and then a second, a third, a fourth … Boundless blood energy surged into Wang Chong's body. Stimulated by this blood energy, Wang Chong's aura grew stronger and stronger.
One, two, three, four …
Mengshe – Ü-Tsang soldiers continued to fall. Wang Chong was like a tireless war machine, fighting alone in the vast Mengshe – Ü-Tsang army.
"Boom!"
Just when the battle was at its most intense, there was a massive boom that caused the entire mountain to fiercely shudder.
"The eastern line has been broken!!"
"The eastern line has been broken!!"
… …
In the blink of an eye, a heaven-shaking roar came from behind him. Wang Chong's heart chilled as he turned his head. Buzz!
Bzzz! Time seemed to stop for a moment. Under the gloomy sky, the lines to the southeast began to crumble. Warhorses neighed as the Tibetan cavalry rode up the mountain on their highland steeds, savage smiles on their faces.
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