Tianliang County was the most famous county on the continent. A thousand years ago, this county had the Liang Estate, the Chen clan, the Zhu clan, and the long-since declined Wang clan. Two imperial dynasties of the continent had begun here, and countless legendary figures had emerged without end, like those emperors, like Chen Xuanba, like Zhu Luo, like the current Wang Po.
With the establishment of the Great Zhou Dynasty, Tianliang County had an even more special status. It was viewed as the ancestral land, and whether in terms of taxation or civil administration, it enjoyed the best treatment. The Daoist church in Xunyang City also had the highest status of all the Daoist churches in the Orthodoxy. Its territory also expanded year by year, gradually becoming the largest county on the continent.
On the map, the current Tianliang County was like a dagger. Hanqiu City was the hilt, Xunyang City was the edge, and above it was a vast expanse of land like the body of the sword.
This sword pierced straight to the north, where the lush snowy plains lay, the territory of the demons.
Of course, the northernmost thousand-some li of Tianliang County, other than the ten-some strongholds and the two army headquarters, was desolate and desolate. The humans had never been able to establish an effective control over this place, much less make it flourish, because this place was too close to the demons.
No matter what the situation in the world was, in the north of Tianliang County, the war between the humans and the demons had never truly stopped for a single day.
Early last spring, after the demon army had invaded south, the situation here had become even more tense and bloody. The normally desolate and uninhabited plains were now covered in dust and dust. Incalculable numbers of cavalry were charging at each other. Even in the capital, it was extremely rare to see flying carriages and the vicious and strange beasts controlled by the demons. They faced each other in the cold sky, like the callous and emotionless eyes of a god.
Amidst the heaven-shaking battle cries, the cavalry of both sides collided like a flood, countless blossoms of blood and countless waves of Qi. In a very short period of time, countless human cavalry had fallen and died. At the same time, many of the most terrifying wolf cavalry of the Demon race had been trapped by the human array and then torn into disgusting chunks of flesh.
Just like their standpoints, the blood of the Human Clan and the Demon Clan was completely different in color, which contrasted sharply against the white snowfield. However, as more and more lives died, the red and green blood couldn't help fusing together, and the corpses were also piled up. No matter how magnificent or ugly they were, they could never be separated.
Since the dead could not be separated, those who were still alive were naturally squeezed together. The armies of the two sides could no longer be distinguished from each other, turning into a black tide that completely enveloped the vast snowy plains. In such a high-density and intense battlefield, the arrays of both the Human Race and the Demon Race were forcefully torn apart by the bloody qi. Occasionally, the pained cries of array masters who suffered from the backlash before their deaths could be heard. Occasionally, cultivators or experts of the Demon Race would soar into the sky, killing their way through the battlefield like a black tide, intending to flee. In the next moment, they would be annihilated by the black tide, never to be seen again.
One could see the occasional flash of light within the black tide. This was the bursting of star radiance. Each ray of light signified the death of a Star Condensation cultivator, the bursting of star radiance.
Even if Xue Xingchuan came back to life, Xiao Zhang personally came, or those mountainous Demon Generals in the depths of the snowy plains acted, they would not have much meaning on this battlefield.
This was war, bitter but extremely fair. The final outcome depended on every single person participating in the battle.
Of course, only when every single person was together would they have any meaning to this battle. Once they were separated, their meaning would decrease until it became meaningless.
For example, the squad of the Mount Song Army that was traversing the disorderly mountains on the eastern side of the snowy plains was on the verge of complete annihilation, but it would not have any effect on this battle.
The problem was that everyone in the squad wanted to live. Their lives and deaths were very meaningful to them, so they still wanted to continue fighting, even if they were clearly no match for the enemy.
This squad of the Mount Song Army had left the battlefield not because they were deserters out of fear, but because they had received orders to evacuate ahead of time with a heavily injured array master.
Array masters were the most important characters on the battlefield. Laying down an array required one's sea of consciousness, star radiance, and the array to form an inseparable brand. This placed a very high demand on cultivators, so even the most ordinary array master had to be at Ethereal Opening. And when the array was broken, the array master would suffer an extremely bitter backlash, so array masters were also the characters that were the most likely to die on the battlefield.
Most importantly, they were also the most likely to die. It was only natural that array masters were the people that all soldiers respected the most, and also the ones that they protected the most.
In order to allow the heavily injured array master to be treated as quickly as possible, the squad of the Mount Song Army had paid an extremely heavy price. By the time they arrived in these disorderly mountains, only fourteen of their thirty soldiers remained.
The five wolf cavalry pursuing them.
Rubble flew into the air, the ground quaked, and the dust stirred. The figures of the wolf cavalry once more appeared before their eyes.
The wolf cavalry was the most terrifying type of soldier of the Demon race. Their mounts were a kind of bloodthirsty wolf found in the snowy plains. Its fur was like steel needles, its bodies massive, it was incredibly fast, and it had a savage nature.
Accompanied by a shower of rubble, five wolf cavalry burst out of the dust, surrounding the fourteen human soldiers.
These bloodthirsty wolves were around a zhang tall, and the demon soldiers riding them had horns on their heads. Their bodies were covered in scales, their eyes suffused with a gloomy green, and their mouths, which were shaped like a chevron, dripped with stinking saliva.
Compared to the demon nobles of Xuelao City, these demon soldiers were particularly ugly, and even more frightening.
This was the true appearance of the low-level demons, and it was also the appearance of the demons in the eyes of the humans.
Even the lowest level of demon soldiers could withstand a human who had undergone Purification, not to mention these were the most elite wolf cavalry.
Surrounded by five wolf cavalry, there was no way out. The faces of the human soldiers were brimming with despair, but none of them surrendered. Instead, they tightened their grips on their weapons.
In a war between humans and demons, there were very few captives and very few surrenders. The reason was very simple: the demons did not have a habit of accepting surrenders.
From a certain perspective, the innately brutal nature of the demons was beneficial to the Human race, because they only had to worry about deserters, not traitors.
It was precisely for this reason that many people had found it impossible to believe that the Mount Li Sword Sect's Liang Xiaoxiao would collude with the demons.
The battle began, and the victor was quickly decided.
Although the Mount Song Army unit could be said to have perfectly displayed the results of their arduous training, their coordination between offense and defense excellent, they were still unable to stop their foes.
The furious waves of Qi were suffused with the stench of blood, and countless wolf claw marks could be seen on the hard rock.
The first clash only lasted for a few seconds before three more human soldiers were killed.
The price the demon soldiers paid was the horn of one of their soldiers being cut off.
The cold wind stirred up the dry snow, once more covering the wolf claw marks.
The demon soldier whose horn had been cut off was furious. With a furious roar, he used his spear to raise the corpse of a human soldier in front of him.
With a rip, the human soldier's corpse was torn in two.
Blood rained down.
The demon soldier grabbed the upper half of the corpse, brought it to his mouth, and began to slowly chew on it.
The lower half of the soldier's corpse also did not fall to the ground. It was bitten by the bloodthirsty wolf beneath the demon soldier.
Kacakakaka! In the deathly stillness of the valley, only the sound of bone being crushed could be heard.
Blood dripped from the demon soldier's mouth, and also from the bloodthirsty wolf's mouth, falling to the ground.
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