237: Smoke-filled land

From the vast, boundless earth to the sky, the sounds of battle cries and explosions intertwined, deafening as if they would pierce through the firmament.

In the sky, four figures with terrifying pressure stood like towering mountains, their gazes locked onto a man whose battle armor was stained with blood.

"As expected of the famous main general of the Li Army's First Elite Regiment!" one of them sneered.

"But with just you alone, do you think you can protect them?" another added, their words laced with mockery.

Wei An raised his hand, casually wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, and gave a faint smile.

"This General has only today learned that the Spirit Race and Yao Race, who have always been incompatible, would actually collude together."

Although his voice was calm and steady, it revealed a deep sense of disdain.

The expressions of the four opposite him did not change at all, their faces still wearing contemptuous smiles.

"At death's door, and you still dare to try and incite infighting among us, ha..."

"Give us a chance; tell us the whereabouts of Lin Yan, and what is so special about that group of little bugs being protected in the middle below."

"We might spare your life!"

Wei An's eyes flickered slightly as he quickly took in the situation of the battlefield below.

"Want to know? Defeat This General first!"

With that, he stepped out abruptly, charging straight toward the four.

Seeing this, the four attacked simultaneously.

"Hmph! Refusing a toast only to drink a forfeit!"

The battle of Emperor Lords erupted once more.

The scene slowly shifted downward, focusing on the Emperor Rank battlefield also hanging high in the sky.

Shao Ping and four other Division Commanders of the First Regiment were surrounded by ten two-star great generals of the Spirit and Yao Races. Though trapped, they showed no fear, letting out roars as they swung their weapons incessantly.

Looking around, in various battle circles of different sizes, many Medium Grade and low-grade Emperor Rank generals of the Human Race were also deeply mired in the encirclements formed by the Spirit and Yao Races.

The battle was exceptionally fierce, with battle cries and the clashing of weapons echoing through the clouds.

As the scene shifted downward again, the gaze turned toward the vast, dust-filled earth.

The Human Race's military flags fluttered vigorously amidst the surrounding banners of the Spirit and Yao Races.

A million-strong Human Race army was launching wave after wave of fierce charges against the ten-million-strong army of the two races.

Among this sea of human soldiers, a team of only about a hundred people was particularly eye-catching.

Not only did every one of them display powerful combat strength far exceeding their own cultivation, but four brave young figures also had four brilliant Realm anomalies hanging behind them.

Lian Chuan, in the midst of the slaughter, suddenly turned his head and shouted toward a nearby spot.

"Cheng Zi!!!"

Xue Cheng understood immediately and responded without hesitation.

"Come!"

Before his voice had even faded, the two stood side by side like two meteors.

They roared in unison.

"Flame Saber!"

"Heavenly Sword!"

In an instant, the phantom of a crimson battle saber and the phantom of a cold, giant sword burst forth with dazzling light.

These two Sharp Weapons vibrated and intertwined. Accompanying their powerful forward slashing motion, they actually erupted with an invincible Venerable Rank momentum despite their third-grade Venerable Rank cultivation, blasting forward surgeingly.

Boom—!

A world-shaking explosion rang out.

Sand and stones flew as dust filled the air; tens of thousands of alien race soldiers were directly shaken into blood mist by this powerful force.

Just as Lian Chuan and Xue Cheng were panting heavily,

A heroic laugh rang out.

"Hahaha!"

"Gu Chen!"

"Let's go too!"

Wu Ze charged violently toward the densely packed alien army, the long spear in his hand spinning like a silver flood dragon, flashing with a chilling light that struck fear into hearts.

"Come!"

Gu Chen followed instantly, holding his battle axe upside down, his bright red hair fluttering wildly in the wind like burning flames.

Their eyes met, and they shouted simultaneously.

"Savage Axe!"

"Rending Spear!"

As their voices fell,

The phantoms of the giant axe and long spear behind them also burst with dazzling light, vibrating and intertwining madly. With their forward momentum, they formed a powerful and Peerless invincible Venerable Rank attack with their third-grade Venerable Rank cultivation.

Boom—!

In an instant, they once again forcibly tore a gap in the tight formation of the alien army.

This caused the soldiers of the two races to pause, a flash of fear appearing in their eyes.

Seeing this, the generals of the Spirit and Yao Races immediately roared loudly.

"Don't be afraid! Their spiritual energy is about to be exhausted!"

"Kill!"

Just then,

There was another loud shout.

"Black Ice!"

It was Shi Lanzhi and the others, whose appearances had changed significantly under Shi Yuan's leadership.

Wearing bamboo hats, their gazes were cold. Dressed in black, they held Tang Sabers.

A thunderous roar.

"Kill!"

A cold, light-radiating Tang Saber phantom appeared above them, following their movements with a violent downward slash.

Besides them, there were many, many others.

Xia Zhou, Jiang Mobai, the golden generation, and so on—everyone who had disappeared from Blue Star was here, erupting with even higher cultivation and formidable combat abilities than half a year ago.

Some people had even undergone obvious changes in their appearance.

But despite this,

The time given to them to grow was still too little, and the armies of the two races were simply too numerous. Not only was it difficult to break through the blockade, but they were also being greedily consumed.

Bang—!

Accompanied by a loud bang,

A blood-soaked figure fell like a meteor, crashing from the sky in front of the Blue Star group.

In an instant, the ground trembled and dust flew. The charging alien soldiers had no time to react before being instantly killed by a terrifying force, turning into a mist of blood.

Seeing this, the expressions of Xia Zhou and the others couldn't help but change slightly.

"General Zhang!"

At this moment, Zhang Ling's battle armor was shattered, and his originally neatly tied long hair had come loose, hanging messily on both sides of his face. It was clear he had just experienced an extremely tragic life-and-death struggle, and was only holding himself up by sheer, stubborn willpower.

Hearing the Blue Star group's cries, he turned slightly, a faint smile struggling to appear at the corner of his mouth. His voice was hoarse but firm as he said,

"Don't worry! I will definitely lead you to break through the encirclement and find the General!"

Just as he finished speaking, before the Blue Star group could even open their mouths,

A world-shaking roar rang out like a clap of thunder.

"First Regiment!!!"

A wave of responses like a mountain tsunami immediately came from all around.

"Here!"

Hundreds of thousands of First Regiment soldiers fighting the alien army did not turn back, but all responded in unison.

"Follow This General! Break through!!!"

Zhang Ling roared again, while waving his already broken battle saber, taking the lead to charge forward.

"Acknowledged!"

Seeing this, the Blue Star group immediately followed with all their might.

"Kill!"

Lian Chuan and Xue Cheng, who had experience going out of the pass, fared better; the others only truly felt it after mysteriously entering this place.

That was, a race war was far more cruel than the war for survival on Blue Star had been.

Furthermore, they more truly experienced the unparalleled cohesion of the Human Race in the starry sky.

Next,

Although Zhang Ling was heavily injured, he was, after all, a high grade Emperor Rank Martial Artist who met the standard of a Three-Star Great General.

With him leading the way, the Human Race army was suddenly like a hot knife through butter.

However,

This scene did not last long; strictly speaking, it was broken in just over ten breaths by two powerful Auras coming from the sky.

"Hmph!"

Two Yao Race generals landed in front of Zhang Ling, their faces full of coldness.

"Kill!" Zhang Ling's footsteps didn't falter for a second as he raised his saber and charged straight ahead.

Just as the great battle was about to erupt again,

"Peerless!"

"Peerless!!"

"Peerless!!!"

A cold, thunderous roar boomed from the distance.