A Man Like None Other Chapter 6440 Dont ever give up
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- Wounded generals demonstrate unwavering resolve.
- Calculated strategies dismantle enemy defenses.
- A powerful ancient barrier is on the verge of collapse.
Courageous generals lead despite injuries. Strategic maneuvers break enemy formations. Ancient defenses fall to relentless assault.
Brave and dexterous generals, although wounded, accompanied the troops on their expeditions, not daring to disobey military orders.
Even though the essence of his Pure Yang Immortal Body was severely damaged, leaving only 30% of his peak combat power remaining, he still wielded his divine weapon and charged forward to intimidate the enemy.
Even though the whip was broken and the strength of the formation was reduced significantly, Zhi Zhan remained calm and led the entire army, organizing the movement and deployment of troops, breaking through the formation and attacking the fortifications, thereby controlling the overall battle situation.
Three thousand elite vanguard cavalry troops launched a frontal attack on the Misty Forest, destroying the outer defenses;
Two thousand left-wing peasants quietly passed through the mountains and forests to the north, encircling and cutting off their path of retreat;
Two thousand right-wing peasants rushed to the southern pass to prevent escape and to surround and intercept them.
The remaining three thousand elite troops, led directly by Wei Pengkun, advanced into the heart of the Wanling Ancient Forest, determined to wipe out the entire clan in one fell swoop.
Behind the Misty Forest, the ancient spirit race’s protective barrier had been in operation for ten thousand years, its spiritual light vast and its walls sturdy. However, under the onslaught of the divine army, the holy light destroyed him, and the array bombarded him non-stop. The barrier quickly began to shake, cracks appearing everywhere, and it was on the verge of collapsing.
Zhi Zhan climbed to a high place, focused his attention for a moment, and saw a gap in the barrier formation. He precisely determined the weak point, loudly ordered the cultivators to concentrate their strength, and launched a targeted attack.
The golden light rolled endlessly, continuously bombarding one point. In less than half a day, the thousand-year-old protective barrier shattered, smoke and dust filled the sky, and the defense line was completely breached.
Elder Qingxuan personally led three hundred Spirit Clan elite warriors to defend the front line to the death, fighting fiercely and refusing to take a single step back.
With three hundred versus ten thousand, the difference in troop strength was huge. Even though the Spirit Race cultivators were all extremely talented and physically strong, they couldn’t withstand the devastating attacks from the God Race army.
What’s even more fatal is that the pure holy light spiritual power of the gods is naturally able to suppress the original wood-based spiritual power of the spirit race.
The bundles of tendrils, thorns, poisonous spores, and labyrinths of vegetation that the Eldar rely on to defend themselves are greatly reduced in strength under the powerful holy light, quickly dissolving and becoming completely vulnerable.
“Defend this road to the death, protect the gate of the ancient Lin family, and don’t take a step back!”
Elder Qingxuan’s hair and beard stood on end as he roared in anger. Its body glowed with sky-blue spiritual light, and thousands of thick tendrils emerged from the ground, twining and binding the group of charging divine cultivators, attempting to strangle and finish them off.
But a second later, a scorching holy light swept out, and the vines instantly turned to ashes and disappeared.
Bingxue’er stood on a thousand-year-old tree, her white robe fluttering, her ice whip spinning wildly, and cold mist spreading. Each of his attacks was able to freeze several divine cultivators into solid ice statues, demonstrating his extraordinary combat prowess.
However, divine cultivators continued to arrive one after another, and his spiritual energy was draining very quickly. In no time, his face turned pale, his breathing weakened, and he was out of strength.
Bingfeng Han stood guard beside him, holding an ice spear, fighting fiercely. The tip of his spear was covered in holy blood as he finished off the enemies one by one. However, his shoulders and back were burned by the holy light, his wounds opened and blood seeped through his thick robe, his wounds continued to worsen.