CHAPTER 301: CHAPTER 298: FIERCE BATTLE_1

"Enemy attack! Everyone, be careful!"

"The Huangdao Royal Court has rebelled! Quickly, go back and report to the Great General!"

"The General is dead! Follow me, kill the traitors, and avenge the General!"

Seeing so many of their comrades horrifically killed, the soldiers of the Azure Sea Ancient Court finally reacted. They all burst out of the cave in a rage, grabbing their weapons to seek revenge.

However, how could they possibly contend with the Azure Dragon Army and the Ding Yang Army? They had barely emerged from the cave before they were struck down by arrows, suffering countless casualties.

On the stone wall, the soldiers operating the magic crystal cannons hastily swiveled their muzzles, preparing to bombard the passage.

"Fire! Shoot!" Huang Zhong commanded in a deep voice. He drew his Jiaolong Bow to its limit, loosing nine fiery red arrows that carried a dazzling starlight.

Nine Stars in a Row!

Nine soldiers from the Fourth Army instantly exploded into mists of blood, their shattered remains raining down.

In fact, even without Huang Zhong’s command, the soldiers of the Ding Yang Army knew who to target. As archers, they had to always remember two principles.

The first principle: at long range, use arrow formations. An overwhelming rain of arrows would turn anyone into a sieve.

The second principle: at close range, use precision strikes. Eliminate the enemy’s ranged attackers first to protect our own forces.

SWISH! SWISH! SWISH!

Arrows sliced through the air. The soldiers from the Fourth Army on the stone wall fell one after another, unable to fire even a single shot.

"Pass the order! Take down the wall!" Zhao Yun took out a war spear from his interspatial storage, condensed a spear qi that resembled a silver dragon, which coiled in the passage before surging fiercely towards the wall.

BOOM!

The colossal boom resounded for dozens of miles.

Numerous cracks spiderwebbed across the solid city wall, sending stone chips flying and revealing a large hole. The massive commotion alarmed Guo Jia, and even more so Liu Jimin, who was stationed in the rear.

"Give the order! The army attacks!" Guo Jia took out the wine gourd at his waist and took a large gulp. A flush appeared on his face as his figure flickered, flying towards Ghost Immortal Ridge.

"Pass on my order! Charge!" Bai Qi unsheathed his sword, his body glowing red. Endless murderous intent soared, condensing into a solid form, as if billions of ghosts were roaring.

With a bird’s cry, a fiery red Vermilion Bird materialized in the sky. Its wings spread wide, tens of thousands of zhang across, its body wreathed in raging flames that forced the pervading chill of the Void to retreat.

Fifty thousand soldiers of the Vermilion Bird Army, carrying a dense Evil Qi, dashed towards the passage, their glistening blades exuding a chilling aura.

"The Strategist’s health is getting worse!" Yue Fei, standing at the entrance of the army camp, said with a hint of worry.

As Qin Wudao’s most trusted confidants, they all knew about Guo Jia’s condition. Even if Qin Wudao hadn’t told them, they could see it.

"I hope His Majesty can find a way to break the curse soon! Seeing the Strategist drink before every battle truly pains my heart!" the audacious yet meticulous Zhang Fei murmured.

He had noticed that Guo Jia’s face was always pale; however, after drinking, he would look like a normal person. Zhang Fei deduced that drinking was to suppress the curse within his body.

"General Bai has reached the passage. We should move out too. Let’s take Ghost Immortal Ridge as soon as possible to ease the pressure on the Strategist!" Wang Jian said solemnly, leading the Xuanwu Army and following behind the Vermilion Bird Army.

The clouds in the Void roiled, turning blue, resembling a vast, boundless sea. A Xuanwu strode upon the waves, propping up the heavens and earth, preventing their collapse.

Immediately after, the Bei Wei Army, Fan Qiu Army, Chang Ban Army, and Blood Fight Army followed, condensing their army souls, producing a terrifying pressure that caused the ghosts in Ghost Immortal Ridge to howl continuously.

"The Qin Dynasty’s Divine Court is attacking! All Saint King Realm martial artists, fight alongside me!!!"

In the camp of the Azure Sea Ancient Court, Liu Jimin clutched his spear and roared to the sky. The power of a Semi-Emperor erupted from him as he flew towards the Ghost Immortal Ridge passage, leaving a trail of blood-red light in the sky.

One by one, Saint King Realm martial artists flew out from the camp. Some wore armor, others wore long robes; they were men and women, all clutching various weapons. In total, there were more than forty of them!

"Gentlemen, your opponent is me!"

Just as they were preparing to head to the front lines, the Void before them tore open, and eighteen figures emerged. They wielded crescent sabers, were draped in black robes, and revealed only pairs of eyes brimming with murderous intent.

"The Eighteen Riders of Yan Yun? Everyone, be careful!" a general warned in a deep voice. He was deeply impressed by the Eighteen Riders of Yan Yun, who had destroyed the Pan Domain Formation and withstood the attack of a Semi-Emperor.

All the generals in armor wore solemn expressions and dared not act rashly.

"Merely eighteen people, what’s there to fear? Kill!"

The cultivators who had arrived later as reinforcements were unaware of the Eighteen Riders of Yan Yun’s reputation. They launched attacks with contemptuous expressions, a myriad of brilliant techniques painting the sky with dazzling colors.

"Desert’s Journey, True Meaning of Death!"

Facing the onslaught of attacks, the Eighteen Riders of Yan Yun raised their crescent sabers high. Countless streams of blade qi burst forth, forming a desert sea of blade qi in the Void that tore through the air with a violent wind.

This torrent of blade qi obliterated all incoming attacks and, carrying the intent of death, engulfed the dozen or so consecrated experts who had dared to strike.

In the blink of an eye, they were reduced to stark white bones.

This made the experts from the Azure Sea Ancient Court break out in a cold sweat, immensely relieved they hadn’t acted rashly. Otherwise...

"They’re gone!" a martial general exclaimed, looking ahead to find no one there. His hair stood on end as he shouted in terror.

...

Damn it, how did the Eighteen Riders of Yan Yun appear outside the camp?

Liu Jimin had, of course, noticed the battle behind him. However, now was not the time to deal with the Eighteen Riders of Yan Yun; he had to ensure the passage did not fall into the hands of the Qin army.

But in the next instant, his body froze. His eyes narrowed, murderous intent cascading like a waterfall as incessant Spiritual Energy poured into his spear.

In front of him stood a slender figure!

"Those who block me die!" Liu Jimin roared in anger, thrusting his spear forward. A torrent of spear qi, like a river of blood, surged towards Guo Jia, suffused with dense, blood-red Evil Qi.

"Gentle Wind, Floating Clouds!"

With a sword in his right hand and his left hand forming seals, Guo Jia summoned countless cyan wind blades that shattered the incoming spear qi, leaving nothing behind.

"Kill!"

Unable to repel Guo Jia, a trace of impatience crossed Liu Jimin’s face. He wielded his spear in a wild flurry of attacks, like a frenzied demon striking the heavens, terrifying to the extreme.

I have to deal with Guo Jia quickly and enter Ghost Immortal Ridge to find out what’s really going on! What’s the situation up ahead? Has the entrance to the passage fallen?

"As long as I am here, you are not getting past!"

With a light tap of his foot, Guo Jia’s gaze was dismissive. Numerous streams of Literary Dao Sword Qi tore through the air, blocking all of Liu Jimin’s attacks. Not only did he not fall into a disadvantage, but he even gained a slight edge.

He cultivated the literary arts and studied Confucianism. According to this world’s cultivation system, he was classified as an Arts Practitioner!

The further one progressed in cultivation, the stronger an Arts Practitioner of the same tier became. As long as they weren’t engaged in close combat, they were practically invincible.