Chapter 614: Chapter 174: Battlefield
Three Golden Core Level Poison Liquid Giant Snakes, each as enormous as an elephant and astonishingly fast, were pursuing from behind.
Diao Ye shrank into the purple-black poison fog, casting spells to stir up the fog, rolling it over the ground as it swept past.
Wulan, holding a Poison Spear, constantly patrolled the outskirts, occasionally throwing it, and nearly every time he would claim the lives of soldiers.
With poison fog ahead, Poison Liquid Giant Snakes behind, and Golden Core Barbarian Cultivators harassing from both sides, Three Generals Camp was like a black bear caught in an ambush, suffering attacks from all directions.
Zhang Hei finally could not endure any longer. His neck veins bulged, and his hair stood on end with fury: “A bunch of insignificant wretches!”
He brandished the Black Snake Spear in his hand, directly invoking the Military Art infused within the weapon.
Military Art — Overwhelming Army Advance!
The Military Power of Three Generals Camp, along with his own Mana, plummeted by forty percent in an instant, coalescing into Black Water Soldiers.
Soldiers poured out like a tidal wave, surging and charging in every direction.
The soldiers crashed into the purple-black poison fog and, while disintegrating immediately, they also neutralized a large amount of the fog, causing the poison clouds surrounding Three Generals Camp to quickly dissipate, revealing a clear area and momentarily extricating Three Generals Camp from this crisis.
The soldiers continued to rush at Diao Ye, who suddenly felt an intense pressure forcing him to keep retreating, retreating.
Wulan cried out and moved around everywhere, feeling an invisible pressure crushing down on him, struggling mightily against this force and forced to retreat.
His face was purplish, and he continuously threw the Poison Spear in his hand, and constantly reconjured it.
But these spears, all were pressed down to the ground by an invisible force mid-flight, achieving no battle results.
More soldiers, like a massive dark wave, charged at the three Golden Core Level Poison Liquid Giant Snakes.
The giant snakes hissed, opening their vast jaws to swallow soldier after soldier. Their tails swept across, exploding a string of soldiers and clearing a large space.
The weapons of the soldiers stabbed into the giant snakes, tearing bloody wounds. From these wounds, copious poison oozed out, covering nearby soldiers and dissolving them instantly with its toxicity.
Although the soldiers were no match for the Poison Liquid Giant Snakes, they were numerous, and between their fallen comrades, the reinforcements seemed never-ending.
The momentum of the Poison Liquid Giant Snakes was successfully halted, and their size slowly shrank during the fierce battle. Their vitality also declined continuously from the peak.
“General Zhang is mighty!”
“Hoorah!”
The true soldiers of Three Generals Camp cheered, stabilizing their morale, and the Military Power began to recover more swiftly.
Witnessing this, Wulan was resentful, his face filled with venomous hate.
Poison Technique — Poison Sting to the Heart!
Wulan stretched out his five fingers and made a clutching motion before once again using his Mana to condense a Poison Spear, seizing it in the palm of his hand.
But this Poison Spear was much smaller than the previous spears, more like a chopstick.
Wulan’s eyes were nearly popping out of their sockets. He glared fixedly at Three Generals Camp, his expression ferocious, his eyes filled with bloodshot veins.
The masses of generals and soldiers from Three Generals Camp all appeared in his sight.
Wulan extended his left palm.
His palm was jet-black, with blood light emitting from the palm lines. The blood light circulated and converged in the center of his palm, taking the form of a heart.
Wulan gripped the tiny Poison Spear tightly with his right hand and then viciously stabbed it into his own left palm.
The Poison Spear aimed directly at the heart-shaped blood light in the palm center, piercing through it.
Wulan’s expression did not change, merely grunting softly.
In contrast, many soldiers clutched their chests, screaming in agony due to the intense pain.
They often cried out just once before collapsing to the ground, dying from the poison.
The sight of comrades dying mysteriously and painfully without any visible attack sent chills down the spines of many soldiers. The morale of Three Generals Camp began to waver.
After piercing his palm, Wulan quickly withdrew the Poison Spear and immediately stabbed himself again in the center of his left palm.
Blood splattered, and intense pain surged once more.
And the soldiers of Three Generals Camp suffered casualties again.
Wulan kept piercing his own left palm, his movements quick and ruthless. The frown that had previously marred his brow gradually smoothed out.
Intense pain continued to hit him, but he rapidly adapted, shifting from endurance to a state of almost enjoyment.
His left palm now had more than a dozen holes; it was nearly torn to shreds.
Yet the battle achievements he had caused reached a peak, with at least eighty soldiers having fallen because of this.
“Heart Poison?!” Liu Er deployed both Divine Sense and Innate abilities, finally finding the cause of death among the corpses.
A sense of powerlessness arose in his heart.
With just his own protective measures, fending off such a sinister attack was extremely difficult.
Innate — Purple Bearded Shocking Swallow!
Guan Hong took decisive action.
He fiercely stimulated the Red-faced Blood Tribulation Scripture, his body emitting blood light.
The blood light was so deep it was purplish-red, verging on violet.
The dazzling purple light shone directly on Wulan, freezing his actions instantly.
Military Art — Straightforward Slash!
This was the inherent Military Art of the Blood Dragon Saber, enabling Guan Hong to immediately launch an offensive, often seizing the initiative.
This is the advantage of mastering a weapon!
The blood-red saber light condensed into form, and with the speed of thunder that doesn’t allow for ear-covering, rushed to the front of Wulan.
“Damn!” Wulan’s expression froze, but his emotions still fluctuated.
Intense terror overwhelmed his entire body.
But in the next moment, poison from under his feet coiled up, quickly forming a spherical barrier, providing him with added protection.
Innate — Thousand Whiskers Blood Reflection!
Guan Hong’s eyes widened in fury, and several whiskers from his eight-foot beard snapped.
Those broken whiskers reverted back into a large amount of Essence Blood, which was directly poured into the Blood Dragon Saber.
The Blood Dragon Saber’s aura surged violently, intensifying the blood-red saber light and making it even more formidable and sharp.
The Blood Dragon Saber light pierced through the pitch-black poison barrier, and then with relentless force, it split Wulan into two!