“Don’t be afraid,” Jiang Xuelan said softly. “You’re here.”
In the early hours of the morning, before the first rays of sunlight rose, only the silver moon and red moon shone brightly in the sky, casting their silver-red light onto the misty forest.
The mist flowed slowly in the wind, like an endless sea of blood.
A deep trumpet sound sounded from the horizon, its tone dull and drawn out, carrying a terrifying aura, resounding throughout the valley.
Before the sound of the first trumpet died down, the sound of a second trumpet was heard, followed by the sound of a third trumpet. The three trumpet sounds indicated that the three armies were advancing simultaneously.
At the other end of the misty forest, golden holy light broke through the twilight before dawn.
The Heavenly Venerate’s golden chariot rode out of the tent, and eight armored divine horses galloped in, bathed in holy light.
The war chariot was made entirely of meteorite gold from outer space, and its body was engraved with the war runes of the gods.
The Heavenly Venerate stood on the chariot, his golden robe fluttering in the wind, holding a three zhang long golden spear in his hand, its tip gleaming with blazing holy fire.
Behind him, three thousand cultivators from the Heavenly Palace stood in a square formation, their holy light stretching out and turning the entire horizon golden.
The golden armor reflected the faint light of dawn, like a golden wave crashing towards the Wanyao Ridge.
On the left, Venerable Xuanbing’s Xuanbing carriage slowly drove out of another tent.
The war chariot was forged from ancient ice, and wherever it passed, the air condensed into frost, and the ground was covered in a thin layer of ice.
Behind him followed five hundred disciples of the Divine Abyss Pavilion, each wearing icy blue robes, their weapons emitting an extremely cold aura.
To the right, the floating altar of the Venerable Holy Light emerged from the third tent.
The altar was hexagonal in shape, powered by ninety-nine Light Stones, and floated in the air, emitting a gentle white light.
Behind him stood eight hundred Heavenly Saint Palace disciples, lined up neatly, their faces ashen.
The three armies met on the plains north of the Misty Forest, their banners blotting out the sun and their weapons like the forest.
The combined pressure of four thousand five hundred True Immortal Realm cultivators formed a visible shockwave.
A shockwave spread out from the army, scattering gravel and dust across the plains.
The flying birds left the forest, but before they could spread their wings, they were crushed by the oppressive killing intent, turning into wisps of blood mist. Qingqiu glanced at him, a faint smile crooked on his lips.
This boy is getting more and more interesting.
David stood up and walked over to the map.
His gaze swept across the dense lines, his mind filled with calculations.
Two thousand versus four thousand five thousand, the difference in troop strength was more than double.
But they were in a defensive position and had terrain advantage.
The Ten Thousand Demon Ridge had nine layers of barriers, and the demon warriors hid in the Misty Forest. The barrier can be blocked, but the key is how to block it.
“Your Majesty,” he said while pointing at the Misty Forest, “how long can the Misty Forest hold them off?”
Qingqiu thought for a moment, “Two days at most. The Heavenly Venerate’s Barrier Breaking Pearl is an ancient divine artifact, specially designed to resist fog-type restrictions. Coupled with their greater numbers and repeated attacks, the Misty Forest’s defenses will be broken through within two days.”
Two days.
David repeated the word, then nodded. “Enough. Our goal is not to repel them. No matter how strong the nine-layer barrier is, it will eventually be eroded by three times the number of troops attacking in succession.”
What we need to do is reduce their strength as much as possible before the barrier is broken through, and then eliminate the main force of the Heavenly Palace in one attack on the designated battlefield.
Qingyunzi stroked his white beard, a glimmer of approval flashing in his eyes. “Mr. Chen’s thinking is in line with mine. Defense is to weaken the opponent, and weakening the opponent is to counterattack. The question is, where should we choose the battlefield?”
David’s finger traced the map, stopping at the open area in front of the Wan Yao Ridge gate. “Here.”
“In front of the mountain gate?” The Great Elder of the All Law Sect frowned. “The mountain gate is the last line of defense. If we fight a decisive battle here and lose, the consequences will be unimaginable.”
“We will not fail.” David’s voice was not loud, but it was like an iron nail driven into everyone’s hearts, “because Venerable Tianji will die here.”
He paused for a moment, then began making arrangements.
“The first to third layers of restrictions are only for defense, not attack. Make use of the Misty Forest’s natural barriers to weaken their vanguard at minimal cost.”
The demon soldiers are skilled in jungle warfare. They were ordered to ambush small troops isolated in the woods, attack once and retreat without engaging in prolonged combat.
“From the fourth to the sixth layer of restrictions, we defended while retreating. With each layer we passed, we made them pay an additional price.”
Push the demon beasts of the Ten Thousand Demon Ridge to the front lines and disrupt the formation of the Heavenly Palace.
“The seventh through ninth layers of restrictions must be defended at all costs. These are the last three barriers before the mountain gate, and each one is heavily guarded.”
Guiyuanzi led the Guiyuan Sect disciples to guard the seventh level, Qingyunzi, the leader of the sect, led the Qingyun Sword Sect to guard the eighth level, and Wanfamen guarded the ninth level.
These three restrictions work together, so whichever party is in danger, both parties can provide support simultaneously.
“Your Majesty King Qingqiu.”
David turned to Qingqiu, “You will be stationed at the mountain gate to control the overall situation. The demon soldiers will attack from both sides, cutting off their retreat and supplies. Once the Tianji Palace troops are trapped in front of the mountain gate, they will be trapped like turtles in an urn.”
Qingqiu nodded slightly. “Then what about you?”
“I?”
David’s lips curved into a very faint smile. “I will wait for Venerable Tianji in front of the mountain gate. If he wants to enter the Ten Thousand Demon Ridge, he must pass through me first.”
The night was as dark as ink, and the Wanyao Ridge mountains were silent in darkness, like a lurking beast.
The golden sun set behind the western mountains, while two suns, one silver-white and the other crimson, rose alternately, casting an eerie light on the misty forest.
The mist glowed with a faint silvery red hue under the moonlight, like an endless sea of blood.
From the depths of the forest came the low roar of a monster, a deep and long sound that echoed endlessly throughout the valley.
The open space in front of the mountain gate was cleared, and the square that stretched for thousands of feet was covered with ancient runes.
These runes were carved by Qingqiu himself, and every stroke contained the power of the demon race’s bloodline.
On the mountain walls on both sides of the square, the sword cultivators of the Qingyun Sword Sect set up the Ten Thousand Swords Return to Origin Formation. Thousands of flying swords floated in the air, their tips pointing outwards, their cold light flashing like galaxies.
The array masters of the Wanfa Sect laid eighteen layers of overlapping restrictions around the plaza, layer after layer, interlocking, turning the entire open space into an impregnable fortress.
David stood in front of the mountain gate, his blue robe fluttering in the night breeze, the Dragon Slayer Sword hanging from his waist, the purple light of the sword blending with the moonlight in the night sky.
He closed his eyes, and the chaotic power within his body flowed slowly.
His cultivation at the seventh level of the True Immortal Realm was completely stable, and every inch of his flesh, every meridian, and every bone contained destructive power.
The protective runes of the Great Luo Golden Scripture were faintly visible under the skin, and the pale golden dragon pattern could be activated at any time.
Jiang Xuelan stood behind him, wearing snow-white clothes.
He had changed into the spirit armor that David had brought from the Gods Alliance treasury, and was holding a silver-white longsword in his hand, the blade of which was engraved with ancient runes.
His face looked calm, but the fingers gripping the sword hilt turned slightly white.
“Are you scared?” David didn’t open his eyes.
“Don’t be afraid,” Jiang Xuelan said softly. “You’re here.”
In the early hours of the morning, before the first rays of sunlight rose, only the silver moon and red moon shone brightly in the sky, casting their silver-red light onto the misty forest.
The mist flowed slowly in the wind, like an endless sea of blood.
A deep trumpet sound sounded from the horizon, its tone dull and drawn out, carrying a terrifying aura, resounding throughout the valley.
Before the sound of the first trumpet died down, the sound of a second trumpet was heard, followed by the sound of a third trumpet. The three trumpet sounds indicated that the three armies were advancing simultaneously.
At the other end of the misty forest, golden holy light broke through the twilight before dawn.
The Heavenly Venerate’s golden chariot rode out of the tent, and eight armored divine horses galloped in, bathed in holy light.
The war chariot was made entirely of meteorite gold from outer space, and its body was engraved with the war runes of the gods.
The Heavenly Venerate stood on the chariot, his golden robe fluttering in the wind, holding a three zhang long golden spear in his hand, its tip gleaming with blazing holy fire.
Behind him, three thousand cultivators from the Heavenly Palace stood in a square formation, their holy light stretching out and turning the entire horizon golden.
The golden armor reflected the faint light of dawn, like a golden wave crashing towards the Wanyao Ridge.
On the left, Venerable Xuanbing’s Xuanbing carriage slowly drove out of another tent.
The war chariot was forged from ancient ice, and wherever it passed, the air condensed into frost, and the ground was covered in a thin layer of ice.
Behind him followed five hundred disciples of the Divine Abyss Pavilion, each wearing icy blue robes, their weapons emitting an extremely cold aura.
To the right, the floating altar of the Venerable Holy Light emerged from the third tent.
The altar was hexagonal in shape, powered by ninety-nine Light Stones, and floated in the air, emitting a gentle white light.
Behind him stood eight hundred Heavenly Saint Palace disciples, lined up neatly, their faces ashen.
The three armies met on the plains north of the Misty Forest, their banners blotting out the sun and their weapons like the forest.
The combined pressure of four thousand five hundred True Immortal Realm cultivators formed a visible shockwave.
A shockwave spread out from the army, scattering gravel and dust across the plains.
The flying birds left the forest, but before they could spread their wings, they were crushed by the oppressive killing intent, turning into wisps of blood mist.
FAQ NovelQ: What is the significance of the Ten Thousand Demon Ridge and the Misty Forest?A: The Ten Thousand Demon Ridge is a heavily fortified defensive position with nine layers of barriers, while the Misty Forest serves as a natural defense, capable of delaying the enemy for a limited time.Q: How does David plan to counter the Heavenly Palace’s superior numbers?A: David intends to use the defensive advantages to wear down the enemy, prolonging the fight until the barriers are breached, and then decisively eliminate the main force of the Heavenly Palace in a chosen battlefield.Prepare for a clash of titans as strategy meets destiny in this unfolding saga.
FAQ Novel
Q: What significant challenge did David face in planning the defense against the Heavenly Palace forces?
A: David was confronted with a troop disparity of more than double, with 2,000 versus 4,000-5,000, requiring a masterful strategic approach to overcome.
Q: Where did David propose to make the stand for the final, decisive battle, and what was his conviction?
A: David chose the open area in front of the Wan Yao Ridge gate as the final battlefield, declaring with unwavering confidence that “Venerable Tianji will die here.”
What are your thoughts on David’s audacious strategy and his unshakeable conviction?