CHAPTER 211: CHAPTER 208: OVERLORD ARMY SOUL_1

"Faster, faster! We’re almost at the Holy Bright Realm! We must seize the Refined Iron City before the Black Serpent Tribe does, to uplift the glory of our Heavenly Wolf Tribe!"

The Sky Wolf King, mounted on a war wolf, roared with vigor. However, as the king of his tribe, riding one of his own kin felt somewhat bizarre.

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

The Heavenly Wolf Tribe warriors were all straightforward brutes, roaring loudly with no care for marching discipline, as if they feared the enemy wouldn’t know they were coming.

For the non-human tribes who valued strength above all, excellent commanders were exceptionally rare, as scarce as phoenix feathers and unicorn horns.

The Sky Wolf King also wished to improve his tribe’s military discipline, but the inherent nature of non-humans was difficult to change. Coupled with the lack of formidable commanders, he could only settle for the next best thing: ensuring they could condense a Military Soul.

The army advanced rapidly, soon reaching a canyon.

An experienced commander, upon encountering such terrain, would undoubtedly dispatch scouts to reconnoiter. Only after confirming its safety would they dare to proceed.

But the Sky Wolf King, whose military talents were average at best, paid no heed to such details. A sweep of his spirit revealed no enemies, so he directly ordered the advance to continue.

What they didn’t know was that a terrifying enemy already lurked in the shadows.

Halfway up the mountainside, fifty thousand Overlord Cavalry stood ready, many soldiers’ faces etched with tension. For most of them, this was their first large-scale army battle.

Xiang Yu stood upon a large rock, his back ramrod straight, his hand gripping a battle spear. He calmly watched the enemy in the canyon, like a hunter poised to deliver a fatal blow to his prey.

Beside him stood a magnificent jet-black horse. This was no ordinary warhorse but a king among steeds, possessing a noble bloodline and cultivation at the Peak of the Heaven Realm. Xiang Yu had given it a resonant name: Black Zebra!

CLIP-CLOP, CLIP-CLOP...

In the canyon, the Heavenly Wolf Tribe soldiers advanced swiftly, their forms blurring into afterimages that an ordinary person couldn’t even track.

When half of the Heavenly Wolf Tribe’s army had passed through, Xiang Yu slowly raised the spear in his hand. A terrifying spear light formed, shooting straight into the nine heavens and scattering the white clouds for ten thousand li.

"Overlord Cavalry, attack!"

The thunderous command threw the unprepared Heavenly Wolf Tribe soldiers into a panic.

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

The fifty thousand Overlord Cavalry mounted their steeds and charged downhill, the air filled with the unceasing roars of tigers and lions. Most of these mounts were tiger demons and lion demons, each one powerfully built and majestic, exuding immense pressure.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

The Heavenly Wolf Tribe soldiers, caught without a defensive formation, were no match for the Overlord Cavalry and suffered devastating losses. Corpse after corpse littered the ground, trampled into a bloody pulp by the hooves of the Overlord Cavalry’s mounts.

Blood splattered everywhere!

A crimson mist of blood dyed the canyon red!

After a single charge, the Heavenly Wolf Tribe’s formation was split in two.

"Enemy attack! Quickly, form defenses!"

The Sky Wolf King, who had almost exited the canyon, heard the sounds from behind and blanched with fury. He, along with four Saint King Realm elders, flew towards the site of the battle.

To defeat the Great Qin Divine Court and secure greater benefits, the Heavenly Wolf Tribe had practically mobilized its entire strength for this expedition, leaving only one elder to guard their lair.

Five terrifying auras pressed down!

A suffocating pressure enveloped all living beings in the canyon, rendering them immobile.

WHINE...

The mounts of the fifty thousand Overlord Cavalry cried out in terror, nearly collapsing to the ground.

"Hmph!"

At this moment, Xiang Yu looked up and snorted disdainfully. He released a portion of his aura, effectively isolating the oppressive might of the five Heavenly Wolf Tribe Saint Kings.

"You’re courting death!"

The Sky Wolf King was slightly surprised. To be able to block my aura, the enemy must be a Second-Revolution Saint King. I didn’t expect to snag such a big fish right at the start of the war!

He looked at Xiang Yu, his eyes glinting with excitement. If I devour a Second-Revolution Saint King from the human race, I can definitely break through to become a Third-Revolution Saint King!

"Heavenly Wolf Claw!"

The Sky Wolf King roared, his hands morphing into claw-like appendages that shimmered with silver light. The four elders mirrored his actions.

High in the azure sky, five colossal wolf claw imprints materialized, seemingly capable of sundering the heavens and annihilating all existence.

"Destroy!"

Without even raising his head, Xiang Yu casually thrust his spear. His aura underwent a dramatic transformation; he became like a War God, majestic and incredibly sharp.

A spear qi, overwhelmingly powerful, tore through the air.

The Law of Overlordship permeated the surroundings!

Effortlessly, the five claw imprints were shattered.

"So strong!"

The Sky Wolf King staggered back two steps. Gazing at Xiang Yu, who stood in the canyon like a demonic god, a flicker of dread appeared in his eyes, while a trace of savage aura coiled around him.

Behind him, the phantom image of a white wolf emerged. It possessed thick, powerful limbs and a pair of crimson eyes that surveyed the canyon below. The aura of a peak Second-Revolution Saint King radiated from the wolf phantom.

The Void rippled!

Heaven and earth trembled!

The towering Male Mountains flanking the canyon swayed precariously. Ancient trees were uprooted and pulverized into dust. Countless boulders tumbled down, creating a deafening rumble, instilling a feeling that everything could collapse at any moment.

The Overlord Cavalry soldiers swallowed hard. This place is too dangerous!

"What are you looking at? Have you forgotten what I usually teach you? Hurry up and condense your Military Souls! Are you all waiting to die?" Xiang Yu roared sternly.

The fifty thousand soldiers, jolted as if from a dream, hastily formed ranks and began to channel the power of their Military Souls. Faced with a life-and-death crisis, everyone exerted themselves to the utmost, not daring to slack off in the slightest.

Under the threat of death, one either fights desperately for survival or gives up and allows themselves to be slaughtered. The Overlord Cavalry soldiers were all elites, possessing indomitable wills; naturally, they refused to give up. Only one path lay before them: to break through their own limits and condense their Military Souls.

"To dare use my tribe as a whetstone! In hundreds of thousands of years, you’re the first who has dared to do so!"

Hearing Xiang Yu’s words, the Sky Wolf King understood the Overlord Cavalry’s intention. Flames of fury blazed in his eyes. His body flickered and merged with the phantom image behind him.

In the next instant, a silver wolf, dozens of zhang tall, materialized in the Void. Its fur bristled, and it exuded a frenzied aura.

"HOWL! HOWL! HOWL..."

The four elders let out long howls and also reverted to their wolf forms. Four gray wolves appeared, each a size smaller than the Sky Wolf King.

The pressure in the Void intensified!

Every inch of the Void seemed to bear an immense pressure of myriad tons, emitting CRACKING sounds as it strained under the unbearable weight.

Xiang Yu glanced at the sky, then at the Overlord Cavalry struggling to condense their Military Souls. A cruel smile touched his lips as he deliberately blocked only ninety percent of the Saint Kings’ oppressive might.

The remaining ten percent of the pressure bore down on them!

Instantly, the fifty thousand Overlord Cavalry felt an even heavier burden. Many of the weaker soldiers were directly crushed to death.

The gruesome deaths of their comrades placed immense psychological pressure on the surviving soldiers.

Condense the Military Soul, or we will surely die! This thought surfaced simultaneously in every soldier’s mind, helping them suppress their fear of death and grasp for the inspiration needed to condense their Military Souls.

Gradually, an overbearing intent began to permeate the Changkong!

Streams of Evil Qi and hazy smoke enveloped the Changkong, coalescing into an illusory figure. It wielded a battle spear, its presence dominating the nine heavens.

The embryonic form of the Overlord Military Soul was beginning to take shape!