CHAPTER 459: CHAPTER 453: ESCAPING FROM DEATH_1

"There’s another ambush! Everyone, be careful!" the Deputy General suddenly realized, roaring in rage.

The remaining four hundred thousand-plus Desert Long Army soldiers, dragging their weary bodies, met the enemy with frenzied expressions. Their momentum was demonic, and a bloody light seemed to shroud the sky.

The jungle was dense with thorns, making it impossible for the warhorses to be effective, forcing them to fight on foot.

Cavalry without their mounts were like warriors who had lost a leg.

The strength of the Desert Long Army was diminished even further!

"ARGH..." Continuous screams echoed through the jungle as the number of Desert Long Army soldiers dwindled at a rate visible to the naked eye.

"We’re on the verge of success! Kill!" The Flying Beast Tribe General flapped his wings, his eyes gleaming as he roared in excitement.

A powerful aura erupted from him as the might of a peak Semi-Emperor swept forth. He charged recklessly into the Desert Long Army’s formation, unleashing dozens of potent energy blasts.

Hundreds of Desert Long Army soldiers were instantly torn in two.

"What a delicious, bloody aroma!" The Flying Beast Tribe General inhaled deeply. The blood mist in the air suffused him with a feeling of profound comfort.

He then looked at Huo Qubing, who was heavily protected. A trace of greed flickered in his blood-red eyes. Such astonishingly potent qi and blood!

He speculated that by devouring Huo Qubing, he could very well break through to the Emperor realm!

Then, he would become the King of the Flying Beast Tribe in the East Border!

"Beast! If you have the guts, come for me!" The Deputy General, noticing the Flying Beast Tribe General’s gaze, stepped in front of Huo Qubing, saber light swirling around him as he roared the challenge.

"Then I’ll kill you first!" the Flying Beast Tribe General roared. He flapped his wings, his body soaring into the air. Upon reaching vast heights, he abruptly swooped down, transforming into a blood-red orb.

Wherever it passed, the Void shattered.

"Fight!" The Deputy General’s expression was solemn. With a tap of his toes, he leaped into the air, his battle saber swinging with wide, powerful strokes as he furiously slashed at the blood-red orb, sending sparks flying.

But no matter how much force he used, he could not cleave the blood-red orb.

Moreover, each attack aggravated his wounds, spilling his blood and turning it into a crimson rain.

"JIEH JIEH JIEH..." a voice cackled from within the blood-red orb. "Give up! At your peak, I wouldn’t have dared to face you, but now..." It was the Flying Beast Tribe General’s smug laughter.

"Damn it!" The Deputy General roared. His inability to defeat the enemy over a prolonged period had already left him frustrated; now, hearing the Flying Beast Tribe General’s words, he grew even more anxious.

In a battle between experts, there was no room for carelessness. The slightest opening could lead to death. And now, the Deputy General had committed a grave error in combat.

WHOOSH!

Suddenly, the Flying Beast Tribe General accelerated, slamming fiercely into the Deputy General. Countless ferocious attacks rained down like a torrential storm, leaving him no room to breathe.

The Deputy General defended with all his might but was still overwhelmed by the unending assault.

BOOM! RUMBLE!

The Void was devastated. The Deputy General’s body stiffened, his face etched with utter unwillingness. He struggled to look down at Huo Qubing, as if wanting to say something, but no words came out.

The next instant, his body exploded, flesh and blood scattering everywhere.

"Such a fine thing, it mustn’t go to waste!" The Flying Beast Tribe General opened his maw. A powerful suction force erupted, devouring all the Deputy General’s flesh and blood, transforming it into pure Spiritual Energy to replenish what he had expended in battle.

"Deputy General!"

"Damn you, fiend! I’ll kill you!"

Witnessing their Deputy General being devoured, the Desert Long Army soldiers were consumed by rage. Tears of blood welled in their eyes as they fell into a frenzy, desperate to slaughter the enemy before them.

Their respected Deputy General had been devoured by the enemy, not even his remains left behind.

"Fools!" the Flying Beast Tribe General sneered.

However, he had no intention of engaging them, his gaze fixed hungrily on Huo Qubing.

Delicious morsel, here I come! Emperor realm, here I come! I will be the greatest victor in this battle!

Although he had yet to devour Huo Qubing, the Flying Beast Tribe General’s mind was already lost in visions of a glorious future.

"Stop!"

A deep voice shattered the Flying Beast Tribe General’s pleasant daydream.

He glanced over coldly and saw a young figure standing before Huo Qubing. The young man’s face was smeared with blood, but his eyes were resolute, showing no fear in the face of such a formidable enemy.

This person was Wang Boquan!

"Die!" The Flying Beast Tribe General was growing irritated. Why do these fools keep throwing their lives away? Can’t they just let me savor my meal in peace?

Without hesitation, the Flying Beast Tribe General attacked. A dark red blast of energy tore through the Void, shooting straight for Wang Boquan’s head like a deathly scythe.

Wang Boquan, merely at the Saint Realm, was no match for the Flying Beast Tribe General.

His actions were like a mantis trying to stop a chariot—utterly futile!

But Wang Boquan had no regrets. To die protecting Huo Qubing is a death with honor. I die willingly, with a content heart, without any regrets!

"Master, today your disciple will demonstrate the ’Sealing Wolves’ technique you taught me!"

Wang Boquan murmured, gripping his spear tightly. As he emulated Huo Qubing’s spear-thrusting stance, an aura intent on sweeping aside all obstacles emanated from him.

In a fleeting vision, one could see a young general charging across the great desert. In another flash, one could see the dazzling radiance of a heaven-blessed prodigy that had astounded an entire era.

The spear thrust out. A spear light, tens of zhang long, tore through the sky, sending ripples across the Void.

BANG!

With a muffled sound, the spear light instantly shattered.

Wang Boquan closed his eyes, awaiting death. He was not surprised by this outcome; the disparity in their strength was simply too immense.

"Stop!"

Yet, just when all seemed lost, the unexpected occurred.

Suddenly, the sky above the dense forest cracked open. Countless purple lightning bolts flashed, and from their midst, a Rumble Drum Golden Hammer shot out, pulverizing the Flying Beast Tribe General’s attack.

"Who is it?!" The Flying Beast Tribe General was aghast, his feathers bristling.

He looked up towards the sky and saw, amidst the endless lightning, a majestic figure. This figure was clad in purple armor, with a purple cape that billowed like a mystical wind, and he carried a Rumble Drum Golden Hammer in his left hand.

"The one who will kill you!" Li Yuanba roared. Billions of thunderbolts descended, transforming into countless lightning dragons that accurately struck the Flying Beast Tribe soldiers, reducing them all to ash, leaving no trace behind.

The raging battlefield fell silent in an instant!

Only the Flying Beast Tribe General remained, standing terrified in the Void.

Li Yuanba, wreathed in a sky full of astonishing lightning, descended from above like a thunder god incarnate. The aura he exuded grew increasingly terrifying, to the point where the Void itself seemed unable to withstand it.

Under the immense pressure, the Flying Beast Tribe General coughed up a mouthful of blood, his eyes wide with terror.

As Li Yuanba drew nearer, the General’s body began to deform. His feathers pierced his own flesh, his bones shattered, and his eyeballs burst, subjecting him to unimaginable agony.

Finally, his body was crushed into a thin, bloody pulp before he breathed his last.

Are we saved? Only after the Flying Beast Tribe General was dead did the surviving Desert Long Army soldiers finally snap back to their senses. Looking at the handful of comrades who remained, they felt not a shred of joy.

"All of you, begin treating your wounds!" Li Yuanba commanded, surveying the battlefield with a trace of sorrow in his eyes. With a wave of his right hand, more than eight thousand medicinal pills flew out, landing before each of the Desert Long Army soldiers.

Indeed. From the original three million soldiers of the Desert Long Army, only a little over eight thousand now survived. The remaining two million, nine hundred and ninety thousand-plus men had all perished on the battlefield. As the ancient verse goes: "Mock not those who lie drunk on the battlefield; since ancient times, how many have ever returned from war?"