In the intense battlefield, earth-shattering roars resounded in all directions. All kinds of energy explosions were deafening. Ordinary creatures would die if they were caught in it.
The eighty thousand Saints were instantly reduced by fifty thousand. Only thirty thousand were left.
These thirty thousand Saints all had the ability to fight above their level. They were all strong contenders for the Martial Saint title. Whoever could last until the end would be the Martial Saint.
"I must stay. I must stay. You bastards, go to hell."
"At this point, I will definitely have a place in the Martial Saint title. No one can stop me."
"You bastards, do you think you can do anything to me just because you have more people? Too naive. "
"Ah … My arm is broken. Do I have to give up just like this? I can't accept this, I can't accept this! "
All the Saints were facing off against so many powerful beings. They used all of their trump cards and all of their battle prowess, all for the sake of obtaining the title of "Martial Saint".
Martial Saint represented the strongest existence among the Saints. It was worth fighting for with all their might.
Unfortunately, the living beings here seemed to have been completely wiped out, and there was no end to them. It was not something they could resist at all.
These creatures had different strengths. The weakest was a Minor Saint, and the strongest was a Deity. Their numbers were more than ten times that of the Human Race. They could not form a big fight.
The Saints of the Human Race depended on who could last until the end.
The people from the major forces were in a better position than the people from the smaller forces or the rogue cultivators. They were also in formation or using all kinds of powerful trump cards. They could still hold on bitterly, but they didn't know how long they could hold on.
Fortunately, the Xuan Qi in this world was very rich. They felt inexhaustible. This was also the reason why they could hold on.
As the battle reached its climax, Yang Wu's side could not hold on any longer. They were targeted by the Deity experts of the Tai Tiger Clan.
"You outsiders are interesting. You can even form formations. However, it's not enough. I want all of you to die." A huge Tai Tiger roared. Its body was emitting a murderous aura. A huge claw fell down. Its powerful divine force was about to send Yang Wu's black pot flying.
"That black pot is a divine weapon. I want to take it back to the clan." Another Tai Tiger shouted.
"Not just a divine weapon. There are others. It seems to be the divine weapon of the Phoenix Clan. Take them all." Another Tai Tiger said.
There were a total of three Deity level Tai Tigers. The strongest one was a mid-level Deity. Its battle strength was not inferior to those high-level Deity level creatures.
Tai Tigers were said to be the oldest race of the Tiger Clan. They were almost comparable to the White Tiger Clan.
Their battle prowess was terrifying, and ordinary creatures would feel their legs go soft when facing them.
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.. "" I can't hold on. You guys continue to work together. I'll stop them. " Yang Wu didn't care about anything else. He raised the black pot and smashed it towards the strongest Tai Hu, while his other hand held the Big Dipper Sword and the Death Scythe.
This time, he used all his battle strength again.
He couldn't hold back anymore.
He refined a drop of immortal liquid in his body to replenish the energy he had lost earlier. Then, he slashed out with his sword, creating a sword scar that seemed to want to shatter the entire galaxy. Then, he slashed out with his other saber, bringing with him an incomparable aura of death and a destructive power that could kill all living things.
Yang Wu took on three Deity level Tai Tigers at the same time. One had to admit that he was very courageous.
Yang Wu activated the power of his immortal root. He could explode with the same battle strength as the Jade Lion Clan Leader. He also had a divine weapon. Naturally, he had the guts.
Sensing Yang Wu's strength, the three Tai Tigers were shocked. They continuously unleashed shocking attacks in an attempt to kill Yang Wu.
Their attacks were so ferocious that even Yang Wu felt like he was about to fall from the sky when he was caught in the middle.
Yang Wu could only use the black pot to smash them. He couldn't get close. His sword and saber slashed crazily to kill them.
If it wasn't for the power of his immortal root, he wouldn't have been able to clash with them.
The strongest Tai Tiger cried out in pain after being smashed by the black pot. Blood splattered everywhere. The other two Tai Tigers were killed by the saber and sword. They were also injured.
When Yang Wu went all out, his killing power was too terrifying.
Yang Wu wasn't having a good time either. He had to use the black pot as an attack, so his defensive power was naturally much weaker. Although the Black Tortoise Battle Armor on his body was powerful, there was still a limit to it. Under the continuous bombardment, it still shattered, and he couldn't continue to defend himself. Then, an Imperial Jade Battle Armor appeared on his body. This was more reliable than the Godly Armor he was wearing, but he was still covered in wounds.
While Yang Wu was bitterly holding on, Xuanyuan Huowu, Lu Zhi, and Yang Zhennan were also doing their best to hold on.
Xuanyuan Huowu and Lu Zhi finally refined the Immortal Liquid that Yang Wu gave them. They hadn't used the Immortal Liquid since they got it. Now, they had no choice but to use it.
Their strength was crazily rising. Their realms were also rising rapidly. The number of creatures they killed was also increasing.
One of them was holding the Phoenix Sword. Every slash was no weaker than a Deity's attack. Their killing power was very high.
The other was holding a huge grey feather. This feather was refined into a Formation Pen. As he waved it, the Yin and Yang Qi floated and separated the attacking creatures.
On the other side, Yang Zhennan was more ferocious than anyone else. He was stronger than Xuanyuan Huowu. When Yang Wu couldn't protect them, he stepped forward bravely and directly faced a Deity. Moreover, they were evenly matched. He was the one who was underestimated the most.
As the killing continued, everyone gradually felt that they couldn't hold on. Even if more than half of the forces of the major forces were lost, there were only a few people who could hold on.
If this continued, everyone would probably be eliminated.
Could this be the result of becoming a Martial Saint using this method?
Yang Wu was naturally unwilling to let it end like this. He still wanted to kill the three powerful Tai Tigers in front of him. He was preparing to break through the shackles and raise his realm.
Once he broke through, his fighting strength would skyrocket. He would definitely be able to influence the battle.
However, at this moment, a call to arms sounded. "Wu wu …"
This sound spread to every corner of the battlefield. Even the sounds of battle were completely covered.
When the creatures in battle heard this sound, they seemed to have received some kind of order. They all stopped fighting and quickly retreated.
Among them were some Deity level creatures. None of them continued to stay.
Tai Hu, who was fighting with Yang Wu, shouted unwillingly, "Count yourself lucky."
The three Tai Tigers also retreated at the same time.
The remaining Saints were all baffled. This difficult battle had come to an end with the sound of the horn?
The remaining Saints lay on the ground on the spot. Their faces were covered in tears.
"Ah ah … It's finally over. It's finally over!"
"Are … Are we Martial Saints? Are we Martial Saints? "
"What kind of horn is that? Could it be that an even more terrifying creature has appeared?"
"It's good to be able to stay. This battle was too difficult."
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All the Saints felt as if they had survived a disaster. They had indeed fought too hard in this battle.
Yang Wu also wanted to increase his strength. In the end, the Tai Tigers ran away. His cultivation level was suppressed again.
However, it would be difficult for him to suppress it for too long.
The barrier was already very loose. If he continued to suppress it and not break through, it would cause his Qi to not flow smoothly. It might even cause his Dantian to "overflow chaos". That would not be worth it.
"I must break through within this half a month!" Yang Wu said with absolute certainty.
Before Yang Wu could return to his people, they saw a team appear in the city. All the Saints became nervous.
There were not many people in this team, only about a few hundred. They were all in the prime of their lives. Each of them was riding a powerful creature. Some were riding a Tai Tiger, some were riding a bull, and some were riding a jade lion. They were all draped in beast skins, revealing their shoulders. They wore feather hoops on their heads, and their faces were smeared with some strange colors. Each of them had an old-fashioned expression. Their bodies exuded an extremely strong aura of battle. They were like warriors who had gone to war, majestic and mighty.
Was it just these few dozen people who had scared off hundreds of thousands of living beings?
If not, why didn't they see any other creatures?
Soon, when the Saints saw the ancient horns in their hands, they could all confirm that these people had come out to scare the creatures and save them.
Were they really that intimidating?
This team slowly walked toward the Saints.
The hooves of the mounts kept thundering, as if knocking on the Saints' hearts, causing their breathing to become rapid.
The Saints quickly refined the pills and drank the holy spring to recover their combat strength. They did not want to be ambushed by these natives.
"I'll give you all a chance to enter the city. Charge through us. Those who can enter the city can stay. Those who can't, get out." The middle-aged man leading the Tai Tiger said faintly. After a pause, he added, "Oh, right. Only ten thousand of you can enter the city."
Right now, there were about seventeen thousand Saints left. This meant that another seven thousand people would be eliminated.
However, to the Saints, this was very good news.
They had risked their lives to stay until now so that they could become Martial Saints. Breaking through the hundreds of people in front of them meant that they could become Martial Saints.
Someone shouted, "Now it's our turn to bully the few with numbers. Everyone, charge!"
"The last ten thousand people will be Martial Saints. Even if I have to risk my life, I will become a Martial Saint."
"I'll kill whoever stops me. I want to become a Martial Saint."
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