infodatos Chapter 2391 - 2390: Blood Fiend Battlefield
Chapter 2391 - 2390: Blood Fiend Battlefield
The Ninth Heaven Execution Immortal Sword Formation, is the Immortal King Sword Formation.
The Immortal King is the king of Human Immortals, only one step away from being a True Immortal.
This step prevents the laws of this sword formation from being perfect.
Fatty Demon Lord, like other Demon Races, all are figures who became immortals with ancient physiques.
The Earth Elemental Force he manipulates under his feet is bestowed by his own bloodline, akin to the great Dao of Pangu Physique.
Each step he takes, the ground’s Earth Elemental Force tears the formation chart of the Ninth Heaven Sword Formation.
The Immortal King Formation Chart is ultimately no match for his True Immortal laws.
He took merely eight steps forward, and the formation chart resounded with ripping noises, splitting open in nine directions simultaneously.
Zhang Ziling’s soul linked with the formation, as the chart broke, her soul also trembled, with her physical body bearing a huge backlash, causing her Qi and blood to surge, and a mouthful of fresh blood spurted out.
Li Jinxuan beside her yelled in panic, "Emperor, are you hurt?"
"I’m fine!"
Zhang Ziling wiped the corner of her mouth, staring fixedly at the Fatty Demon Race, finally witnessing the horror of this Demon Lord.
Fatty Demon Lord glanced at her, as if teasing a kitten, showing a pleased expression, "Human child, give up! You’ve tried your best, fate is such, how can you alone defy the heavens? If you join me, I can protect you thoroughly."
"Are you dreaming!"
Zhang Ziling withdrew the sword formation, how could she endure such humiliation.
She raised her hand, and the nine swords in the air transformed into a stream of Sword Qi, extending three thousand miles, slashing down towards Fatty Demon Lord like a ribbon.
"Why struggle in vain!"
Fatty Demon Lord raised his hand, causing the void to turn upside down, as if a layer of earth membrane shot up to shroud the Sword Qi of the nine swords.
The Sword Qi of the nine swords slashed straight down, with a muffled sound, splashing debris in the air.
But the earth was heavy, and this layer of earth membrane easily absorbed the Sword Qi.
Zhang Ziling quickly withdrew her hand, reclaiming the nine swords.
Fatty Demon Lord did not continue his attack, just stared at Zhang Ziling with a proud smile, "Mortal, this is the power of the gods. During the Desolate Era, your Human Race relied on our Divine Spirits’ protection to have today’s fortune. Now we Divine Spirits have revived, and the universal fortune is bestowed upon us. Why do you resist, blocking this surge of Heavenly Dao fortune?"
Zhang Ziling rebuked, "Though we Human Race respect the gods, we can also slay gods. Though we respect immortals, we can also slay immortals. From ancient times to the present, every step we Human Race have taken, has been with our own courage and wisdom, having never entrusted our fate to any race. You may use force to enslave us for a time, but never for a lifetime. Even if we lose today, even if we die, our descendants will forever resist you!"
Her words were resounding, making the blood of all warriors boil.
This is the backbone of the Human Race, this is the dignity of the Human Race, this is the reliance of the Human Race from ancient times to the present.
The wind on the battlefield blew Zhang Ziling’s cape, making her, bathed in sunlight, all the more striking and resolute.
She raised her longsword to the sky, giving a soft shout, "Kill the enemy!"
"Mighty!"
"Mighty!"
"Mighty!"
"..."
War drums thundered, military flags fluttered.
Under Li Daoxun’s command, warriors in four directions launched attacks on the surrounding demon soldiers, following daily rehearsed battle formations.
Fatty Demon Lord looked at Zhang Ziling, a flash of surprise in his eyes, not expecting such a small Human Race to harbor such mighty power.
He grew fonder of Zhang Ziling, secretly thinking if he could bear offspring with her, perhaps he could cultivate the strongest force in the world.
He waved his hand, commanding the Demon Kings under him, "Kill!"
"Ula!"
The demon soldiers roared, like a black tide, instantly wrapping the Human Race’s central army.
The ground roared, dust filled the sky, resounding like a long rainbow, densely packed demon soldiers crazily roared, launching attacks like a black tide, swiftly encircling the Human Race’s central army.
"Kill!"
"Kill!"
On the battlefield, blood and flesh flew, shouts intertwined.
The Human Race’s battle formation with long spears stood, constantly being crashed into and shredded by giant demon soldiers.
Some were torn with a bloody streak, where demon soldiers passed, no bones remained, only blood and mud everywhere.
The warriors’ flesh and blood were under the demon soldiers’ resilient bodies, being torn apart as if made of clay.
When the warriors in front fell, those behind quickly stepped over their comrades’ flesh, roaring, and filled the gap.
The first wave of attack, though the casualties were heavy, the battle formation remained intact.
A demon soldier’s body was pierced by the battle formation’s spears.
Rear soldiers immediately filled in, blood spewing, thrusting a hundred jabs to bring down a demon soldier.
They bared ferocious teeth, even pierced by a dozen spears, still waving gigantic claws, sweeping three or four soldiers into a bloody mess.
An old soldier, eyes bloodshot, his saber broken in half, used the remaining half to ruthlessly pull at the demon soldier’s scales.
With a tearing sound, yellow blood spurted.
The demon soldier’s flesh was tough, the pull only tore a gash in the hide.
It roared, angrily stabbing out sharp claws, piercing through the old soldier’s chest, lifting the demon soldier into the air with gigantic claws.
"It’s worth it for me in this life!"
The old soldier’s gaze last saw the Celestial Realms City under sunlight, the Golden Core in his Divine Sea exploded, raising a mighty force that engulfed the demon soldier and nearby two to three demon soldiers.
With a bang, three or four demon soldiers and the old soldier together exploded into a misty blood spray scattering the sky.
A million strong army, divided into over a hundred battalions. Continuously being torn open by demon soldiers, closed, torn open again, and then closed.
On scene, black and silver armors gathered together like tides, killing soared, corpses littered everywhere.
The Demon Lord in the rear calmly watched, not rushing to intervene.
The Demon Race at this side, had every advantage.
Though also a million-strong army, here demon soldiers were all from the First Generation Demon Race, far stronger than the warriors of the Human Race.
After a round of slaughter, the Human Race’s battle circle had swiftly contracted.
Over the hundred miles of battlefield, remained a patch of reddish-brown bloodstains, with Human and Demon Race’s flesh and broken limbs scattered everywhere.
The scene emitted a thick stench of blood, standing amid, with massacre sounds in the ears, as if in an Asura hell.
"Enough, quickly take down your little beauty! Her performance is over, from today, Celestial Realms City should belong to our Divine Clan."
A line of Demon Lords conveyed to Fatty Demon Lord to attack Zhang Ziling.
Fatty Demon Lord grinned, thrusting a giant hand towards Zhang Ziling, suddenly, in the void, appeared a kilometer-sized palm print, like a mountain pressing down on her.
He laughed proudly at Zhang Ziling, "Little beauty, stop resisting, you are destined to be enslaved by our Divine Clan. Just obediently follow me, I’ll have offspring with you."