270: break out!

Canglan Star, undercurrents surged.

In the World Lord World, the sky was heavy with dark clouds, constantly churning, twisting, and breaking apart.

On the Life and Death Chessboard, black and white sides plunged into a fierce battle the moment it began.

No quarter given!

In a super battlefield of 200,000 people, only a hundred would ultimately survive.

Every Martial Artist involved had to fight desperately to seize that sliver of opportunity.

On the massive chessboard, approximately a thousand li in length and width, 200,000 adventurers had completely crossed the Chu-Han border and were locked in combat.

Shouts of battle echoed through the heavens and earth, blood and fire erupted everywhere!

“Excellent!”

“Truly remarkable!”

“This is how they should fight to the death, seeking that glimmer of opportunity for improvement on the edge of life and death, constantly advancing.”

Above the castle, the extremely tall projection of a three-headed, bald man sat on an enormous golden throne.

At this moment, his six eyes gazed smilingly at the fiercely contested battlefield, each face displaying an expression of pleasure.

After a million years of solitude, finally witnessing such a spectacular scene today, even this intelligent life form couldn't help but be overjoyed, watching this battle of life and death with relish.

According to the rules, only the hundred survivors of this battlefield would qualify for the second battle.

Only by passing the second battle could one gain entry to the World Lord Castle.

Meanwhile, the onlookers outside were also incredibly excited.

Countless adventurers stared intently at the life-and-death struggle in the arena, their faces flushed red from overwhelming excitement!

All the adventurers around them were in the same state.

This was a massive battle involving 200,000 people!

Without prelude, without probing, and without hesitation or doubt, both black and white sides immediately displayed terrifying combat power and unwavering resolve.

Fearsome battle cries and soaring fighting spirit ascended to the heavens, shaking the very clouds!

Even from a hundred li away, the invisible, terrifying pressure was palpable.

None of them had expected that the first duel on the Life and Death Chessboard would be a fierce battle between the Black Dragon Mountain Holy Land and North Dragon City.

Two formidable powers of the Black Dragon Mountain Empire, facing each other as enemies, fighting for themselves.

“They are so weak!”

With a soft snort, Ma Liang held his Battle Blade in both hands, his ghostly figure weaving through the army, harvesting an unknown number of white-side Martial Artists.

Ma Liang, inheriting from Venerable Po Yun, was capable of matching a Universe Rank Four at Astral Rank Seven.

Now that he had become a Cosmic-level martial artist, his strength had advanced by leaps and bounds, reaching Universe Rank Seven or Eight.

And these opponents, merely Astral Rank Nine, posed almost no threat to Ma Liang.

Even the presence of those Psycher Masters only caused him minor hindrance.

Whoosh!!!

A massive saber light bloomed in the center of the chessboard, and swathes of Astral Rank Martial Artists fell tragically to Ma Liang, turning into pools of blood.

At the same time, numbers resembling points appeared above Ma Liang's head.

Each kill made the number jump up.

Chen Fan: I'm familiar with this!

Rumble!

Two Rank Four Origin Power Battle Blades in Ma Liang's hands whipped up a fierce wind.

Let alone a mere group of Astral Rank Martial Artists, even Universe Rank Martial Artists could be easily sliced through their battle armor, suffering immense damage.

The sharpness of Rank Four weapons was beyond the comprehension of ordinary Astral Rank Martial Artists.

Not to mention these Astral Rank individuals, most of whom wore Rank Two battle armor; their defenses were like paper before a Rank Four Battle Blade, shattering upon contact!

Then, under Ma Liang's rampaging twin blades, they were harvested in swathes like wheat.

Whether it was Ma Liang, Hong, Thunder God, or Han Li and Fang Yuan, they had already begun to penetrate deep into enemy lines.

They formed teams of two or formations of three, charging into the enemy's ranks and, relying on their almost telepathic coordination, immediately began to disrupt and harvest.

Meanwhile, behind them was the main army composed of North Dragon City's elite forces and other adventurers.

Thus, North Dragon City's most elite Martial Artists and Psycher Masters, led by a group of Cosmic-level martial artists, directly clashed with the equally powerful Astral Rank Nine Martial Artists of the Black Dragon Mountain Holy Land.

The battlefield situation became deadlocked for a time, but due to the intrusion of Cosmic-level martial artists like Ma Liang, the widespread slaughter created a sense of localized collapse in the white-side's formation.

Pfft!

Under the Chaotic Ancient Spear, fifteen burly Astral Rank Martial Artists, like ancient black-gold pagodas, were instantly torn in half by Wang Teng.

Violent spear light raged, severely wounding large numbers of white-side Martial Artists around, who fell to the ground, wailing incessantly.

At this moment, his spiritual sense enveloped the chaotic battlefield, searching for the auras of the slightly stronger individuals.

In an instant, Wang Teng's pupils slightly widened, a cruel smile on his face, and the purple spear tip of his long spear erupted with a terrifying, eerie glow.

Then, Wang Teng's spear shot out like a dragon, sweeping through thousands of soldiers, breaking through formations and advancing steadily!

Behind him, Lin Xinghe held his long spear.

He silently guarded Wang Teng's back without a word, fending off all sneak attacks for him.

“Thank you, Brother Xinghe!”

Taking advantage of the front line, Wang Teng turned and smiled slightly at Lin Xinghe.

“You’re welcome, focus!” Lin Xinghe's expression was indifferent, his long spear stabbing, parrying, or cleaving, its movement sounding like a thunderous sweep.

Terrifying spear lights tore through space, directly striking the surrounding enemies.

Their perfect cooperation unleashed incredibly terrifying slaughter on the battlefield!

Opportunities in battle changed in an instant, fleeting and transient!

In every moment of engagement, hundreds or thousands of Martial Artists lost their lives, falling onto the cold chessboard, then vanishing into nothingness.

“To hell with the Third Prince… You used to lord over us and oppress us, but now the tables have turned, and it’s your turn to taste our might!”

A small leader from North Dragon City roared, like a terrifying beast unleashed, and pounced, fiercely knocking down a personal guard who was fighting a free adventurer.

The next moment, a saber light descended from above, a sharp strike!

Caught off guard, the personal guard was cut down by the blade, his body separated!

Blood gushed out, staining the surrounding squares red.

“Hahahaha!!!”

With a successful strike, the one-eyed strongman from North Dragon City did not linger, moving on to his next enemy.

One person leading was enough to ignite the fighting spirit and passion of everyone.

They all gritted their teeth, unleashing their Origin Power weapons and psychic weapons… In that instant, death no longer seemed so terrifying.

The battlefield was brutal, filled with wails and screams.

But more than that, there was the intense clash of weapons.

Everyone had cast life and death aside.

They knew in their hearts that in such a chaotic battle, only by fearing no death could they ultimately survive.

However, after consecutively slaying seven people, the one-eyed strongman was beheaded by a terrifying Psycher Master with a flying dagger.

In just ten minutes, the 200,000 black and white sides on the Life and Death Chessboard had fought to a frenzy.

Battles erupted everywhere, and every single moment, numerous Martial Artists were cut down on the cold chessboard…