Nuorilang Peak.
The Demon Commander sat on the Mountain-toppling Fiend's coiled horn, her eyes closed as if she had fallen asleep.
In addition to the green patina in the cracks of the armor, there was also a lot of frost.
His aura had been raised to its peak state, and even the mountain was expressing its submission.
Of course, he was not asleep. He was listening to the movements in the grassland.
He heard the swords of Mount Li, heard the sleeves of the Li Palace, heard the slender fingers of South Stream Temple, but he remained unmoved.
Then, he heard the sound of an iron saber being unsheathed, and he suddenly opened his eyes.
"He's actually so confident?"
Many years ago, not far from Xuelao City, Black Robe had organized an assassination plot against Su Li.
At the most crucial moment, Chen Changsheng emerged from the Garden of Zhou and delivered the Yellow Paper Umbrella into Su Li's hands.
Su Li gripped the hilt of his sword, and the Demon Generals several dozen li away were heavily injured.
Su Li pulled out half of his sword and Black Robe retreated in defeat.
Today, Wang Po already had some of Su Li's elegance, even though he did not directly attack.
However, just as the Demon Commander was puzzled, the one who had died was a Divine Domain expert, so Wang Po should have expended a lot of energy. Was he not afraid that it would affect the upcoming battle?
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There was a tear in the front of Xiao Chen's robe. When the wind blew, it made it difficult for him to walk. The moment the saber intent appeared, the tear was cut off, and he flew far away like a kite with its string cut.
Wang Po thought of Xiao Zhang and thought to himself, I wonder where that bad-tempered fellow is right now. I can only hope that he won't go to Xuelao City alone.
He looked at the other side of the grassland.
That was another battlefield.
The Mount Li Sect Master waved his sleeve. "I don't need it here."
Separated by ten-some li, his voice clearly resounded in front of Wang Po.
Wang Po nodded in acknowledgement and continued walking forward.
The Third and Eighth Demon Generals suddenly put away their weapons and retreated a distance.
Three pitch-black magic artifacts exuding a gloomy and cold aura fluttered in the sky above them, monitoring the surroundings.
The Mount Li Sect Master was slightly taken aback. His white eyebrows rose as he also retreated some distance.
At the same time, the human cavalry and wolf cavalry retreated to the sides.
There were two bloodthirsty wolves that were too stimulated by the smell of blood and refused to obey the order to leave. As a result, they were beheaded by the demon cavalry without hesitation.
A path appeared in the middle of the grassland that was several miles wide.
From the grassland to the peak of Nuorilang.
The passageway was empty. There was nothing in it. It was extremely quiet.
Elsewhere, the battle was still raging.
The silence here was especially strange.
The Demon Commander opened his eyes, indicating that he was ready.
Wang Po's blade was also ready to be unsheathed.
At this point in time, the battle could no longer be interrupted, nor could it be disturbed.
The Demon Commander was the strongest of the Demon race. This was already a publicly acknowledged fact in the snowy plains of the demon region.
Wang Po's seniority couldn't compare to that of other Divine Domain experts, but he was indisputably the commanding general of the Human race.
In a sense, the battle between them represented the war between humans and demons.
Such a battle should be respected.
This also meant that no one could lose.
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Wang Po gazed at the mountain several dozen li away.
Mount Nuorilang was black in color, but now its head was white.
In a short period of time, a thick layer of snow had accumulated on the peak.
This was the manifestation of the Demon Commander's fighting spirit, cold and insufferably arrogant.
There was a trail of footprints on the grassland behind Wang Po.
That was his path.
Just like his Saber Dao, it was extremely straight.
Wang Po vanished.
When he reappeared, he was ten-some li away in the sky.
The Demon Commander was not waiting for him on the peak.
The Mountain-toppling Fiend gave a pained howl.
Its nostrils spewed out a hot mist while its descending feet left ten-some spiderweb cracks in the rock of the mountain.
The snow madly danced.
The Demon Marshal jumped into the sky, and with a flip of her hands, a saber appeared in her hands.
It was a massive scimitar.
The blade was bright, but its edge was black condensed from the darkness of the night.
No one could have expected that the true weapon of such a short creature was this scimitar. It was more than three times its height!
The Demon Commander descended from the sky, both hands gripping the scimitar as it slashed at Wang Po!
Wang Po pulled out the scimitar, straightened it with his forearm, and slashed at it just as he had slashed at the Luo River!
Boom!
There was a massive explosion.
The darkness spreading out of the valley suddenly began to sway like a tangible black cloth, like an inky ocean.
Thousands of plumes of dust rose from the cliffs and plains.
Within a radius of several hundred kilometers, both human and demon soldiers covered their ears with their hands, their faces contorted in pain.
Even though their eyes were red with killing intent, they were forced to temporarily halt their attacks.
The two-hundred-some wolf cavalry closest to it were directly jolted to death, not even having the time to scream!
The Demon Commander was jolted back to the summit of Mount Nuorilang, accurately sitting on the horn of the Mountain-toppling Fiend.
After rolling seven-hundred-some times in the sky, its face was rather pale, but it was somewhat obscured by the helmet and the complicated patterns of its jewels.
Wang Po landed on the plains, ten-some bottomless cracks extending from his feet into the distance.
"Hahahaha!"
A series of unpleasant and hoarse laughter came from the Demon Commander's helmet.
This laughter was particularly arrogant and tyrannical, making it seem like one could see the savage smile on its face.
"Everyone says that you are a peerless genius of the Human race, but today, it seems that you are only so-so!"
Wang Po said nothing.
The hand holding the blade was trembling.
There was a deep cut on the edge of the iron knife.
Just who had lost?
Had Wang Po lost?
The Demon Commander's laughter suddenly came to a halt.
There was a muffled squelch.
This sound was like a street performer of the capital spewing oil …
Countless streams of blood flowed out from the cracks in the helmet.
The color of this blood was extremely rich, mixed with a bizarre dark green.
Some people had long ago suspected that the Demon Commander was a member of the Imperial clan. Today, this fact had finally been proven.
But why was its blood mixed with a dark green?
No one thought about this question for the time being.
The crowd was stunned speechless by what had happened.
The Demon Commander was heavily injured, vomiting blood!
"You truly are very strong, even surpassing Bie Yanghong before his death."
The Demon Commander's voice became somewhat deeper, but it was not as unpleasant to hear as before.
"Although you are still no match for this commander, this commander must admit that it will be very difficult to kill you today."
To the demons, killing Wang Po was even more important than killing the human commander.
Since this mission could not be completed, since it had also suffered significant injuries, what use was there in remaining here?
An order was sent from the summit of Mount Nuorilang to the plains. The wolf cavalry began to organize themselves and prepare to retreat.
The Mount Li Sect Master glanced at Wang Po. Mao Qiuyu and Huai Ren also looked at Wang Po.
What to do next would depend on Wang Po.
As long as Wang Po nodded, the Mount Li Sect Master's Heaven Shrouding Sword would descend to the summit of Mount Nuorilang.
Huai Ren was heavily injured, but she should still be able to detain the duke of Xuelao City, who had already been heavily injured by Mao Qiuyu.
Meanwhile, Mao Qiuyu was responsible for keeping the Third and Eighth Demon Generals on the plains.
In this way, there really might be a chance to kill the Demon Commander.
This seemed simple, but it was actually a complex method of alternating tactics.
The human experts glanced at each other and made their arrangements.
The wind blew against his robe, making a flapping sound.
Wang Po did not nod, nor did he make any other movement, not even the tiniest of movements. He was like a stone statue.
He did not want to give Mao Qiuyu and the others the wrong signal, as the consequences would be dire.
Mao Qiuyu and the other two understood his meaning. They were somewhat worried, somewhat regretful, but they also relaxed a little.
At this moment, the darkness surging out of the valley suddenly grew much fainter.
Because the sun in the sky had become incomparably bright!
A figure appeared in the blazing sunlight. Like a falling star, it crashed towards the Demon Commander on the peak.
The Prince of Xiang!
In his view, this was the best chance to kill the Demon Commander. No matter what, he could not let it go!
Wang Po's expression instantly changed at this sight.
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