A Man Like None Other Chapter 6441 Greed
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- Spiritual powers clash in a brutal confrontation.
- The strength of Pure Yang is tested against natural forces.
- A devastating aftermath reshapes the battleground.
A fierce battle erupts with spiritual powers clashing. The strength of ‘Pure Yang’ is tested against nature-based powers. The devastating aftermath of a prolonged conflict is revealed.
The Qingmu Chieftain took the lead, brandishing his spiritual wooden stick, and charged into the battlefield. Thousands of tendrils emerged from the earth, endlessly entangling and crushing the charging divine cultivators, and a bloody battle officially began.
Seeing that, the soldier snorted coldly, his face full of disdain, and threw a punch.
The power of the Pure Yang Immortal Fist turned into a dark golden pillar, mercilessly crushing and instantly tearing apart countless tendrils. The remaining power did not decrease when it hit the Green Wood Clan Chief’s chest.
Chairman Qingmu was knocked back more than ten steps, his chest was in extreme pain, his blood was boiling, and he spat out a mouthful of blood. Cracks spread across his spiritual wooden stick, and its spiritual light dimmed considerably.
The wood-type spiritual power was essentially countered by the pure Yang holy light. Even though his cultivation level was high, he was completely powerless against peak-level cultivators.
But he gritted his teeth and persevered, refusing to take a single step back, turning to fight again, vowing to protect his clan to the death.
The strategist surrounded the enemy, formed several disintegrating formations to precisely separate the remaining Spirit Clan warriors, then surrounded and defeated them one by one.
The array masters of the Spirit Clan fought tooth and nail, but they were no match for the top array master, General Zhi Zhan. The array was destroyed instantly, without putting up any resistance at all.
The bloody battle lasted from noon until sunset, a full day of fighting, with corpses strewn across the fields and mountains and blood-stained rivers.
As dusk fell, the Ten Thousand Spirits Ancient Forest had turned into scorched earth and ruins. The towering ancient trees were all burnt and scorched, the clear streams were stained red with blood, the vegetation was withered and bereft of spiritual energy, and the forest was scarred and without a trace of its former vitality.
The Qingmu Chieftain was covered in blood and wounds. His spiritual wooden stick was completely broken and destroyed. He knelt on the ground, his breath weak and his spiritual power exhausted.
He only had less than a hundred soldiers left by his side, all of them were injured, missing limbs, blind, and on the verge of collapse, but they still stood firm and refused to surrender.
The soldier stepped forward slowly, looking down at them from above. His fists were stained with the blood of the Spirit Clan, and his tone was cold: “Lay down your weapons and surrender, and the remaining members of your clan will be pardoned. If you resist stubbornly, today will be the day of extermination of the Spirit Clan, leaving no one alive.”
Chief Aoki slowly raised his head, blood dripping from the corners of his mouth, but he sneered arrogantly, his attitude remaining dignified: “Our ancient ancestors surrendered and were enslaved by the human race for thousands of years, suffering endless humiliation and torture.”
“Today, Qingmu is here, and I will never repeat the same mistake, and I will also not allow the descendants of the Spirit Clan to be enslaved again! If you guys want the destruction of the Spirit Clan, then step on my corpse!”