Chapter 1562: Chapter 1533: Tragic and Fierce

“Sharpen my battle sword, charge towards the nine heavens. Ignite my boiling blood, never turn back!”

The warriors of the Qingtian Realm roared their battle songs, their blades glinting with chilling light.

A terrifying fighting spirit swept in all directions.

Countless warriors charged fearlessly towards the seemingly endless death warriors, akin to a celestial curtain. Terrifying war flames erupted instantly between both sides.

Nantian Wen wielded a long spear, its sound echoed through the skies, the spear shadows danced like a dragon in his hands: “Scum of the Death Shrine, go back to the Realm of Eternal Life!”

“Today’s Qingtian Realm is not what it was ten thousand years ago. Since you have left, do not dream of setting foot in the Qingtian Realm again!”

“Perish!”

One after another, the strong roared.

Charging towards the death warriors from the Death Shrine before them.

They knew…

The true strong of the Death Shrine were not these death warriors.

However…

They also understood that if they couldn’t even resist these death warriors, once they infiltrated the Qingtian Realm, it would surely bring catastrophic disaster.

The death warriors, similar to the Siling Clan, were even more ruthless.

They cared nothing for any living being.

As long as it was life.

In their eyes, it was prey!

Xue Bufan had a crimson Pill Furnace suspended above his head, surrounded by blazing flames, his face expressionless, as he drove a mass of flames towards the minotaur statue.

“Those who challenge the dignity of the Death Shrine – die!”

The minotaur statue, expressionless, swung its battle axe fiercely, tearing through the void, hitting towards Xue Bufan.

The crimson Pill Furnace above Xue Bufan’s head buzzed, with mystical symbols radiating brilliant light.

Instantaneously transformed into the size of a hill.

With a thud.

The crimson Pill Furnace blocked the lethal strike of the battle axe.

But…

Cracks spread across the crimson Pill Furnace.

Xue Bufan spat a mouthful of blood, while the minotaur statue swung the axe again, heading towards his head.

“No…”

Xue Bufan’s face showed despair.

Having just been wounded, he couldn’t resist this strike.

Yet at this moment…

Nantian Wen flashed, his spear shot out like a dragon, a magnificent strike like an Azure Dragon surfacing, with a loud crash hitting the battle axe.

A great noise echoed through the nine heavens.

The battle axe was knocked away.

But before Nantian Wen could savor his feat, a black iron rod suddenly appeared, hitting him squarely in the waist with a boom.

Wow!

Nantian Wen let out a scream, blood gushing from his mouth.

As he was sent flying through the skies.

“Careful!”

Man Chong, the Xuan Domain Beastmen Tribe leader, swung his arms, an energy surge turned into a huge net to catch Nantian Wen. Seeing his pale face, he worriedly asked, “Are you okay?”

Nantian Wen wiped the blood from his mouth, shook his head: “I’m not dead yet!”

“Then keep on fighting!”

Man Chong roared, the two horns on his head transformed with a swish into two spiraled black spears.

His hands suddenly reached out.

The two spiraled horns.

Detached from his head, turned into spears which he wielded, making a booming sound. They pierced through the void, shooting at the minotaur and horse-head gods.

Swish!

Swish!

A burst of flame impact appeared, revealing the Fire Tribe’s Yan Lei and Sun Tribe’s Jin Wusheng from the Xuan Domain’s ancient eight tribes, landing on the two spears.

One was surrounded by flames, the other shone brightly.

With two spiraled horns booming through the statues’ bodies, fixing on them, Jin Wusheng and Yan Lei landed on them.

Both unleashed their Innate Divine Abilities.

Hot magma rolled fiery flames, enveloping the minotaur statue.

With burning golden light surrounding, Jin Wusheng transformed into a blazing sun, wrapping the horse-head statue.

Roar!

Roar!

With both exerting their utmost strength, the two statues roared and howled.

Furiously striking the two clinging to them.

Yet they held on tightly to the statues.

Blood constantly sprayed from their mouths.

Their injuries grew increasingly severe.

But they refused to let go, Jin Wusheng shouted to Nantian Wen and others: “Hurry up and destroy him…”

“Go!”

“We can’t let their sacrifice be in vain…”

Nantian Wen, Xue Bufan, and Man Chong’s eyes turned blood-red.

Stunning spear shadows.

Crimson Pill Furnace.

Massive beast shadows.

The three unleashed their strongest and most terrifying assaults, raging like a tide, surging towards the two statues.

Rumble!

In the horrific storm of destruction.

The two statues fell apart, destroyed utterly.

Jin Wusheng and Yan Lei, too, vanished in the terrifying onslaught.

Nantian Wen, Xue Bufan, and Man Chong stood quietly in the void.

The cold wind bleak.

Their faces remained serious.

Even having dealt with two statues, two Sacred Venerate masters also fell.

They surveyed around.

The cries and shouts had long lost their initial clamor and noise.

Because…

In such a short time.

Of the four fortress guardians, more than half had fallen already.

The death warriors were indeed terrifying.

Fearless in death.

The more they killed, the more they came.

Initially, the Qingtian Realm had the upper hand, but now, death warriors far outnumbered them.

As fortunes reverse.

Qingtian Realm’s defeat seemed only a matter of time.

Yet none of Qingtian Realm’s experts backed down.

Even if it meant exhausting the last bit of strength, they continued fighting, desperately defending their homeland.

Some whose hands were severed, clenched blades in their teeth to kill the enemy.

Some were cleaved in two, exploding their Primordial Spirit to perish with their foes as they died.

Brave and unrivalled, some made seven in-and-out charges in the enemy hordes…

The entire battlefield was shrouded in death and the stench of blood, the battle so brutal, among the Xuan Domain eight tribes guarding the battlefield, fewer than one in ten remained.

The four great fortresses were nearly wiped out.

“We… can’t stop them…” Man Chong’s throat rolled, full of pain.

Nantian Wen’s face was filled with bitterness: “The truly terrifying thing isn’t them…” his gaze fell on the pitch-black Death Shrine, “The death warriors are merely the lowest of their Shrine, their true powerhouses known as the Wuchang and the Judge have yet to show themselves!”

“Looks like… today we meet our end here!”

Xue Bufan took a handful of pills, stuffing them into his mouth, tossing some to Man Chong and Nantian Wen, “Afraid of death?”

“Afraid of nothing!”

Man Chong downed the pills.

Nantian Wen calmly said: “When a man dies, he returns to the sky, does not die in ten thousand years, afraid of what?”

Xue Bufan grinned.

About to speak.

Suddenly, all the death warriors ceased attacking, swiftly converging towards the Death Shrine. Moments later, all death warriors surrounded the Shrine.

Until then…

Nantian Wen and others’ expressions grew extremely grave, staring fixedly at the Death Shrine: “Looks like someone inside can’t hold back anymore!”

“Finally going to show themselves?”

Everyone showed grave expressions, eyes fixed on the Death Shrine.

The true powerhouses of this San’s Death Shrine, Wuchang, Judge, and others, were finally to appear.

The greatest crisis for the warriors on the battlefield was about to descend…