so many people!
It had been two full moments from the time Zhong Wen said the word "army" to the moment Sparta sensed it.
There were at least five to six thousand enemies who appeared in his consciousness, or even more.
Among them were many Heavenly Wheel cultivators whose strength was close to that of Sparta, and there were even many strong men whose strength he could not judge. It was obvious that their cultivation level was still above that of Heavenly Wheel.
These people all exuded a fierce aura. They were densely packed and full of murderous intent. They surrounded the land and sky at the entrance of the mountain forest. Not even a bird could fly in, not to mention people.
Obviously, the other party is trying to catch a turtle in an urn.
This Zhong Shaoxia has such a strong sense of perception!
After briefly shaking for a few breaths, Sparta suddenly recalled the difference in reaction speed between the two just now, and couldn't help but glance at Zhong Wen in surprise.
At this time, the three beautiful girls had already changed their clothes and returned to the river one after another. Fatty also regained his energy and jumped onto Zhong Wen's shoulder.
"The leader of the other party."
Shen Xiaowan felt it carefully for a moment and said with some uncertainty, "It seems that he also participated in the ring that day."
"Yes, there was a Count Tyndall who saw that the situation was not good and fled in advance, which saved his life."
Zhong Wen nodded and said, "He should be the one leading the team this time. I thought he was a smart person, but I didn't expect that he is also a fool with a short memory."
"Earl Tyndall has a very close relationship with the military."
After experiencing many ups and downs, Illya's mentality has matured a lot, and she is no longer as panicked as before. When she learned that an army was approaching, she actually seemed quite calm, "I want to bypass my father and go directly to Apart from Grandpa Brin, he is probably the only one who can mobilize the army."
"To deal with a young girl, an entire army was dispatched?"
Zhuma curled her lips, a hint of contempt flashed in her eyes, "The Golden Clan is really promising."
The play in the river just now greatly enhanced the relationship between the three girls. Seeing that the enemy shamelessly dispatched thousands of troops to deal with Illya, this little witch who has always been unpredictable, unexpectedly It was rare that he had the urge to draw his sword out of anger at the injustice.
"It's nonsense, it's just nonsense. Using the army for selfish purposes, what's the difference between using the army and rebelling?"
Sparta said angrily, "Does Marshal Breen not care about them?"
"Grandpa Brin is the commander-in-chief of the Northeastern Army, and Earl Tyndall is friends with the Southwest Army."
Illya analyzed calmly, "It is taboo to interfere in the affairs of other military regions without authorization."
"But, but..."
Sparta was still angry, but he didn't know how to retort at the moment. He was speechless for a long time.
"Whatever the Northeast Army and the Southwest Army."
Zhuma suddenly smiled, like a peony blooming or a rose blooming, indescribably charming, "Just kill them all."
"Roar!!!"
As if aware of the murderous intention in his master's heart, the zombie Wellington looked up to the sky and roared, beating his chest with both hands, like a crazy chimpanzee, vowing to tear the enemy in front of him into pieces.
"good."
Even Shen Xiaowan, who had always been kind, slowly raised the giant hammer, releasing fierce murderous intent all over his body, "These people are just wasting food while they are alive, so let's just kill them."
The bullying and injustice that Illya suffered in recent days has obviously completely angered the girl in yellow.
"Sister Xiaowan, sister Zhuma."
Feeling the two people's protective intentions, Illya's eyes were slightly red, and she couldn't help but feel a warm current in her heart.
"younger sister?"
Zhong Wen was stunned for a moment, "You call me Sister Zhuma?"
"Zhong Wen, have you forgotten?"
Zhuma pouted and rolled her eyes at him, indescribably charming and charming, "I am not yet sixteen years old this year."
"S-That's true."
Only then did Zhong Wen remember Zhuma's true age, he laughed quickly, scratched his head in embarrassment, and his eyes wandered back and forth between her and Ilia's chests, "This person is really different from other people! "
"What are you looking at!"
As if she had guessed Zhong Wen's evil intentions, Illya glared at him fiercely and waved her pink fist angrily as a threat.
"Whoosh!"
While several people were chatting, a ray of light and shadow pierced the sky and shot towards this place with the force of thunder.
"careful!"
Illya's pretty face changed, and she exclaimed, "It's a God-killing crossbow, designed to destroy the spiritual power of cultivators!"
Isn't this the Spirit-Breaking Arrow?
After being reminded by the blond girl, a sudden look flashed in Zhong Wen's eyes, and he instantly understood that this so-called god-killing crossbow was probably similar to the spirit-breaking arrows of the Three Saint Realms. It was a large weapon used by the military to deal with high-level practitioners. Killer weapon.
"Roar!!!"
Just when Zhong Wen was about to take action, Duke Wellington roared angrily, and then he flashed and blocked the flying path of the giant crossbow.
"boom!"
With a loud noise, the giant crossbow pierced through his body mercilessly, pinning the old Duke to the ground. No matter how he roared, he could no longer move an inch.
"Huh? It's quite powerful."
Seeing how powerful this god-killing crossbow was, Zhuma's beautiful eyes flashed with a hint of surprise, and a ball of silver-gray aura floated out from his body and landed accurately on Wellington's corpse.
"Roar!!!"
Wellington, who was languid just a moment ago, suddenly let out a loud roar, and then stood up forcibly, allowing the thick crossbow to completely pierce through him, tearing out a bloody hole, but he did not show any pain, his eyes were full of pain. It shot out extremely ferocious light, becoming even more powerful and violent.
"Whoosh!" "Whoosh!" "Whoosh!"
At this time, the second and third god-killing crossbows had also arrived one after another. The terrifying giant crossbows were densely packed all over the sky, raining down on Illya and the others like a violent storm. It was impossible to hide and escape. Can be avoided.
"very good."
Zhuma sneered, her delicate body swayed, and she appeared in mid-air in an instant. The Yingui fan behind her appeared in her palm at some point, "This is the hand you made first."
After saying that, she raised her fan and waved it forward, and a bunch of violent silver-gray tornadoes appeared out of thin air between the sky and the earth, roaring and roaring in all directions.
Wherever the tornado passed, the God-killing crossbows in the sky were blown to and fro, fell one after another, and scattered all over the ground with clatter.
The terrifying giant crossbow, which was said to be capable of transforming spiritual power, was as vulnerable as a chicken or a dog in front of Zhuma's silver-gray soul power.
Almost at the same time, Shen Xiaowan also moved.
I saw her lotus feet touching the ground, her delicate body turning into a flash of yellow, appearing in the distant sky with lightning speed, overlooking the densely packed imperial army below.
The girl holds a giant hammer high with one hand, her curves are graceful and exquisite, and her yellow shirt flutters in the wind. She looks like a Valkyrie descending into the mortal world. She is beautiful and sassy, and is indescribably pleasing to the eye.
However, beauty is beautiful, and the power of her hammer was enough to make people despair.
"boom!"
The terrifying hammer force slammed into the mountains and forests, like a meteorite falling, and the earth cracked and the sky collapsed for a moment, as if the whole world was trembling. With a loud noise, a towering mountain peak unexpectedly just responded to the sound. It fell down and turned into countless pieces of rubble and broken wood scattered on the ground. I don't know how many generals were buried and how many soldiers were killed.
Broken limbs and broken arms were flying all over the sky, bright red blood was splattering in all directions, and shrill screams were mixed with the rumbling sounds of falling rocks, one after another, and could not be heard without stopping. The scene was comparable to the end of the world, so tragic that it was unbearable to watch.
Shen Xiaowan's casual attack actually reduced the imperial army by more than half!
The power of a hammer is so terrifying!
"Yaojin Divine Thunder!"
In the midst of the chaos, Count Tyndall's panicked roar came, "Shoot the dazzling golden thunder quickly!"
However, his instructions failed to receive any response.
Tyndall looked around in astonishment, only to see that the surroundings had been shrouded in a strange silver-gray aura for some time.
What was even more jaw-dropping was that the soldiers who had died under Shen Xiaowan's hammer actually stood up unsteadily. Each one of them had a ferocious appearance and a fierce look in their eyes. They let out low roars and moved towards the surviving ones beside them. The comrades pounced on him fiercely, and their ruthlessness was staggering.
The Southwest Army, which has always been known for its strict military discipline, actually started killing each other. The surrounding area was filled with shouts and blood flowed like a hell on earth.
Needless to say, these "resurrected from the dead" soldiers are naturally corpses created by Zhuma using his silver-gray soul power.
The battle between the living and the zombies is not equal.
The zombies immersed in the silver-gray aura can be said to be immortal. Even if they lose their heads, they can move freely. However, once a living soldier dies, he will immediately be transformed into a zombie by the silver-gray aura that permeates the surroundings, and then switch sides and attack. , killing his former companion.
As a result, there were fewer and fewer living people, but more and more corpses were being fought. The battlefield suddenly showed a one-sided situation. The Southwest Army led by Earl Tyndall was quickly defeated, and it was likely that the entire army would be annihilated.
What the hell kind of monster is this?
The strange phenomena all around immediately plunged Count Tyndall into extreme confusion. He was about to defeat a corpse. Before he could breathe a sigh of relief, a familiar figure suddenly appeared in front of him.
"Wellington?"
After staring at the man in front of him with a distorted face and ragged clothes for a long time, Tyndall finally recognized the man's identity. He couldn't help but feel shocked and shouted, "You're not dead?"
"Roar!"
The Duke of Wellington did not answer, but roared angrily and pounced on him.
Just as the two were fighting each other, the rest of the surrounding Southwest Army soldiers were finally wiped out. Under the power of Zhuma's soul, they all turned into ferocious zombies. They roared deeply and glared at Count Tyndall.
Tyndall looked at six directions, knowing that the situation was over, and finally thought of retreating.
He fought hard to push back the Duke of Wellington, and was about to jump up and escape in the air, but the old man suddenly shouted, then rushed up desperately and hugged his thigh.
"Bastard, let me go!"
Tyndall was taken aback and kicked and hit Wellington, trying to get rid of him. However, the old man seemed not to know what pain was and actually held him tightly and refused to let go.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, the zombies all around swarmed up and pounced on the two of them, accumulating more and more and getting higher and higher. Soon, the ruthless earl was completely submerged, and he could no longer be seen.
"Deserve it!"
Zhuma held the Yingui fan in her hand, staring at the bloody scene below with a smile, and uttered two words in an understatement.
"You witch, how dare you show up in the imperial capital!"
Just when she was about to return to Zhong Wen, a thunderous roar suddenly came from above her head. The sound was like thunder, which made the girl's eardrums bulge, her head buzzed, and she almost lost her balance and fell directly from the air.
Zhuma was startled and instinctively looked up.
What appeared in sight was a majestic and solemn face, and blond hair that was brighter than the sun.
It was actually Emperor Jinyao, Bailechuan*Nadu!
