Zhi Zhanjiang shook his head slightly, his expression looked very serious, his tone sharp, devoid of his usual calmness: “We must not underestimate the enemy. The Shadow General was not weak, but he still died at the hands of David and his group;
The successive breaches of the heavily guarded Red Flame Prison and Black Rock Prison, resulting in the complete annihilation of the defending forces, was no coincidence.
This group is brave and resourceful, possessing extraordinary fighting power, andさらに strengthened by a mysterious primal power. Underestimating them is the same as seeking death.
Behind the two, three thousand elite armored soldiers of the divine race had formed an array, their military stance impeccable and their aura extremely imposing.
Endless stretches of golden orthodox holy light shone brightly, converging into a sea of dazzling light that illuminated the dark barren land and dispelled most of the cold and evil energy.
The soldiers wielded a variety of holy weapons: longswords with sharp edges, spears pointing straight forward, and heavy and fierce battle axes, all shrouded in holy light, gleaming with a deathly coldness and emitting terrifying killing intent.
The entire team breathed in unison, moved at a synchronized pace, focused their minds, and were on high alert, ready to charge forward and annihilate the invading enemy at the first command.
The cold wind roared across the barren land, blowing up dark red fine sand that hit the hard armor, producing rough, creaking sounds.
The world was silent, only the sound of the wind rustling past his ears. A tense atmosphere enveloped the air, making it difficult to breathe.
Everyone present knew very well that this decisive battle was a life and death battle that would determine the fate of the northern border and the survival of all tribes, a battle to the death.
A white beam of light suddenly fell from the sky, landing precisely on the empty land a hundred feet in front of the entrance of the Northern Underworld Prison, avoiding the range of the frontline restrictions.
The dazzling white light suddenly faded, and over a thousand warrior figures stood tall on the dark red frozen ground. Their auras were concentrated, their formation remained intact, and they had taken their positions from the moment they landed, ready to fight.
The cold wind in the wilderness was very piercing and cold, like an ice knife piercing through the skin, seeping into the bones through the gaps in the robes, the cold penetrated all the way to the bones.
But every cultivator present was filled with tumultuous blood and burning fighting spirit, their chests felt hot with blood, and not the slightest chill could penetrate their minds.
No one was afraid to fight, no one retreated, and no one intended to surrender. All eyes were on the divine army and the two supreme generals before them.
David stood alone at the forefront of the army, his blue robe fluttering in the strong wind, his posture as straight as a pine tree and as steady as Mount Tai.
His gaze was calm and unwavering as he slowly surveyed the entire scene, but a fierce fighting spirit was hidden behind his eyes.
His gaze swept across the three thousand elite divine warriors who were on high alert and protected by holy light, and the layers of holy light barriers that concealed killing intent, finally landed squarely on the two warriors, the warrior of strength and the warrior of wisdom, at the entrance of the passage. He quickly predicted the battle situation and deduced strategies to deal with the enemy.
Both of them were top-class fighters, both at the peak of the ninth rank of the True Immortal Realm, half a step to perfection. They are strong and each have their own strengths, complementing each other and making them very difficult to deal with.
David’s voice was calm and even, without a change in tone. His instructions were clear and the division of tasks well-defined: “Xue Lan, you will focus on attacking the whip-wielding intelligent soldier. Break his formation, disrupt his mind, and suppress him in close combat. There’s no need to linger in the battle. Just restrain him and wait for the opportunity to kill him.”
A fighter with an intimidating physique, his punches are powerful and his physical strength is unrivaled; I will face it alone.
Jiang Xuelan stood quietly at the side, wearing white clothes, her figure was proud and full of confidence, her eyes were sharp like cold blades.
Without needing to say anything else, they just nodded slightly, showing perfect understanding.
With a slight movement of his fingertip, the Ice God Sword was drawn from its sheath. An icy blue light instantly flowed along the sword blade, and an extremely cold aura spread outwards, causing the surrounding cold wind to freeze.
The essence of the Ice God Armor within his body quietly gathered and condensed in his dantian. With just a thought, the armor could instantly protect his body, providing both attack and defense, giving him complete confidence.
After inheriting the Ice God’s entire legacy, his soul, spiritual power, and ice laws had all improved, making him more than capable of fighting Sage Warriors.
Elder Qingxuan stepped forward, his expression solemn, and with a deep voice, he coordinated the overall command: “Everyone, follow me in a frontal attack, forcefully break through the outer restrictions, tear through the defense of the god race, and go straight to the prison gate to save the people.”
“Avoid engaging in prolonged battles with small enemies, and prioritize breaking through enemy lines to open the way. The sooner we rescue our trapped comrades, the higher our chances of achieving victory.”
Lin Yuan gripped his longsword tightly, channeling his spiritual energy into the sword hilt. Pale gold pure spiritual energy flowed along the sword blade, causing the sword aura to surge and its sharpness to become menacing.
His gaze was fixed on the dark prison gate passage in front of him, his chest rising and falling violently. The anger, worry, and frustration that had been building up for days gathered in his heart, just waiting for the order to attack.
Many clan members and comrades in arms have been imprisoned and tortured. Today had finally arrived, the day of their rescue, and he was no longer able to suppress his killing intent.
No need for excessive mobilization or encouragement. Hatred looms ahead, compatriots lie behind, there is no return, only a fight to the death.
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Q: What is the Heaven Binding Brush?
A: The Heaven Binding Brush is an ancient treasure used to trap enemies, seal their souls, and aid in battle with immeasurable power.
Q: Who is the Wise Warrior?
A: The Wise Warrior is the God Clan’s trump card, a strategist specializing in ancient trap and kill formations, and ultimate illusion formations to corrupt minds and eliminate foes.
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