At the center of the battlefield.
The Spirit Generals, Grandmasters, and other top experts from the Great Sect Alliance charged forward like sharp spikes, piercing deep into the Spirit Guard Army, aiming for the officers at the core behind them.
There, towering Black Armored Spirit Generals stood, distinctly different from the rest of the Spirit Guard Army.
Their eyes glowed blue, and despite being hollow suits of armor without corporeal forms, their height, build, and armor strength far surpassed the rest of the Spirit Guard Army.
Among this group of Spirit Guard Army generals, three had massive stag antlers atop their heads.
Two others wore helmets styled like ferocious black wolves, appearing extremely menacing.
"Kill!!"
These five individuals were the core powerhouses of the entire Spirit Guard Army.
They let out indistinct roars, drew their weapons, and confronted the powerhouses of the Great Sect Alliance head-on.
With heavy footsteps thudding on the ground.
The earth began to shake again.
In one area of the battlefield, the ground suddenly bulged upward and exploded.
Mounds of dirt and stone flew up like waves, and from them surged a sightless, obese giant over ten meters tall.
The giant wielded a massive wolf fang club, lifted its head, and let out a great roar, sweeping the club across the ground before it.
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!
In an instant, the dense ranks of the Great Spirit Legion were swept aside by the similarly massive black wolf fang club, sent flying away.
In moments, an orderly phalanx was scattered apart.
"Tadorra!!" The giant roared furiously, swinging the wolf fang club, attempting to crush the rest of the Spirit Army.
But immediately, a figure shot up from the ground.
"Ultimate Strike!!" The figure yelled in anger, its body enlarging to over three meters tall, delivering a fierce punch to Tadorra’s face.
Boom!!
An explosive shockwave burst out like white ripples.
Tadorra staggered back two steps, then let out a pained howl, opening its mouth to spew out large clouds of dark green poison mist, enveloping the attacking figure.
Simultaneously, conflict erupted elsewhere on the battlefield.
Hundreds of Tadorras simultaneously burst through the earth, spreading chaos across the area held by the Great Spirit Legion, disrupting their formation.
Not only that, but a new contingent of Black Armor Army surged toward them from the far horizon.
Leading them were the Fierce Generals from the Snow Rainbow Pavilion.
They charged straight into the Great Spirit Legion’s ranks, mercilessly slaughtering human soldiers.
Massive rocks were launched high by trebuchets, crashing down, smashing large parts of the Spirit Army formations.
Five-meter-diameter stone balls rolled across the battlefield, leaving trails of blood and carnage.
Meanwhile, the Spirit Army unleashed a dense barrage of counter-fire from their artillery.
Gunshots and cannon blasts merged into a continuous cacophony, accompanied by sudden, huge explosions of fire.
The battle situation was slowly sliding towards a worse and worse state.
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Amidst the mountains.
On the official road leading to the Great Capital.
Zhang Rongfang dashed forward swiftly, approaching the direction of the Great Capital.
In truth, regarding the rule of the Spirit Flying Church, if they weren’t specifically targeting him, he really didn’t care who was in charge.
After all, as time passed, he would continue to grow stronger. No matter who was in power, when the time came, the result would be the same.
But now...
Suddenly, he paused mid-motion.
He closed his eyes, and voices of layered prayers appeared in his mind.
’Blood Immortal Ancestor above, an evildoer is approaching Wish Girl Gorge. We cannot stop them!’
’Report to the Human Immortal Ancestor, a powerful figure has crushed the hidden sentries and is nearing the main temple!’
’Inform the Human Immortal Ancestor, we cannot assess the invader’s strength. Our emissary vanished midway.’
This last message was sent by the experts at the Celestial Character Institute through prayer.
Zhang Rongfang opened his eyes, his expression growing stern.
He turned, facing the direction of Wish Girl Gorge, and shot upwards into the sky.
If even the experts from the Celestial Character Institute were forced to pray out loud for support, it was clear the approaching enemy was far from ordinary.
One must know, the Celestial Character Institute within the Human Immortal Temple housed Bloodline Grandmasters.
Moreover, due to the necessary conditions for a Grandmaster’s achievement, they would never admit inferiority unless absolutely certain.
For such a force to resort to prayer, calling for his aid, was a serious matter.
In a moment, he accelerated, flying at full speed.
Below, the forest and ground passed rapidly, as if illusionary.
Soon, the terrain ahead began to change. The sea of trees transformed into expansive hills.
Zhang Rongfang closed his eyes occasionally, adjusting his course back with responses from the Bloodline and the spiritual lines.
At that moment, just outside Wish Girl Gorge, on a small hill, a tall figure with blazing blue eyes sprinted rapidly toward the gorge.
The figure’s speed was extremely fast, even surpassing ordinary Grandmasters, reaching another level.
This was the reason the scattered experts from the Human Immortal Temple voiced prayers for assistance.
The figure closed in swiftly, like a black line shooting toward the entrance of Wish Girl Gorge.
The surrounding Bloodline sentinels could only watch from a distance as the figure moved, unable to stop it.
The figure approached ever closer, entering the forest at the gorge’s entrance, barely a touch on the ground before leaping skyward, racing along the treetops toward Wish Girl Gorge.
Whoosh!!
Suddenly, a beam of blood-light surged from the mid-air behind, instantly crashing into the sprinting figure.
Boom!!!
Two figures fell to the ground simultaneously, making a dull thud.
"Kill!!" The figure roared indistinctly upon landing, throwing a punch with all might towards the blood-light figure behind.
By intercepting the fall at this moment, the surrounding Bloodline patrol finally saw what form he was.
This was a strange black humanoid figure, entirely clad in pitch-black armor with vacant eyes.
Yet in the eyes of those possessing the Spirit Core of Cultivation of Literature, or those in divine grace, this strange black humanoid’s eyes were emanating a bright blue light.
Threads of stance representing Spirit Flying Heaven’s aura and divine might constantly emitted from this bizarre figure.
On the other side, the blood-light figure paused, revealing Zhang Rongfang’s towering three-meter physique.
He stood firm upon landing, refraining from attack, while his wings behind thunderously flapped.
One wing was like a heavy club, overwhelmingly crashing onto the humanoid.
Boom!!
The massive force instantly forced the humanoid’s fist back, akin to a real heavy club, with a huge impact sound, pounding the figure into the ground.
The surrounding ground exploded into fragments of fallen leaves and soil, instantly carving out a slanted trench over ten meters long.
The trench got deeper the further it went, at the final end lay the bizarre armored figure.
He was completely wrapped in the silk network formed by bloodwater, unable to move.
"Who are you? From the Spirit Flying Church?" Zhang Rongfang’s gaze was fierce, staring at the figure.
This guy’s body hardness could already rival a Spirit General. Coupled with a formidable speed surpassing a Grandmaster, if he truly charged into the main headquarters, a massacre would occur in the blink of an eye.
"Haven’t you already guessed?" The bizarre humanoid abruptly stopped struggling, the blue light in his eyes turned calm, gazing at Zhang Rongfang.
"Your speed is fast, returning for rescue just as expected. My calculation was spot on."
"Calculation? Are you one of the Three Giants?" Zhang Rongfang’s gaze grew colder. "Why trouble me? I initially had no desire to get involved in your conflict with the Great Sect Alliance, dealing with Sacred Dance was out of necessity."
"Do you think I’m a fool??" The figure’s blue eyes flickered like flames.
"How could you say such a thing?" His tone was slightly irate.
"You’ve already killed Sacred Dance once, yet you claim you don’t want to interfere?"
His voice bore evident dissatisfaction and anger.
"That was just an accident, I merely intended to save my teacher and leave. The others’ life or death doesn’t concern me," Zhang Rongfang continued.
Although the figure didn’t reply, Zhang Rongfang suspected he was one of the Three Giants, or at least a top hidden figure from the Spirit Flying Church.
"There’s no need to mention such nonsense now, Daoist Qiankun, since you don’t care about others’ life or death, then you’re not allowed to participate in the upcoming battlefield, understand?" the figure said solemnly.
"Not allowed?" Zhang Rongfang chuckled, stepping towards the figure. "Who do you think you are?? No one can stop what I, Zhang Rongfang, decide to do!!"
"You....!?" The figure was about to speak.
But Zhang Rongfang interrupted.
"I’ve heard that too much divine intervention makes one stupid. I wanted to see if your Spirit Flying Church, existing for so long, partaking in divine intervention so many times, might be even more foolish than other sects.
Now it seems you aren’t?"
In a flash, he appeared before the figure.
Swoosh!
His right hand grabbed the figure’s neck, lifting him single-handedly.
"I am the holder of the blood of heaven! You dare to compare me with those lowly creatures!?" The figure’s blue eyes flickered rapidly.
"So, you’ve decided to join the battle!?" The figure’s tone turned harsh. "Answer me after thinking clearly."
"I never accept threats." Zhang Rongfang’s five fingers closed.
Boom!!
The bizarre figure’s neck shattered instantly, countless bloodwater poured into his body from the wounds.
As the spiritual line’s blue light met the blood, it immediately emitted a shrill corrosive sound, spewing thick white smoke.
"Foolish decision!" The figure’s head uttered one last sentence before shattering, scattering into countless black sand.
At the same time, his entire body turned into black sand, engulfed by bloodwater, dissipating.
Zhang Rongfang’s expression was cold, turning around as skilled Bloodline individuals from the Human Immortal Temple arrived, kneeling on one knee, paying respects to him.
"Temple Master!" The leading Blood Daoist was about to speak.
Suddenly a sense of unease surged in Zhang Rongfang’s heart.
He immediately closed his eyes. Prayers echoed in his mind.
Another Bloodline Daoist sent a long-distance transmission.
’Reporting to the Temple Master of Human Immortal, Yi Vein was inexplicably attacked at the Confucian Academy, attacker is a mysterious Spirit General, clad in black armor, incredibly swift!’
Following that, a puppet on the Daoist’s body was activated.
Zhang Rongfang’s perspective instantly shifted to the puppet, opening his eyes to see.
He stood atop a flourishing city’s high building, overlooking below.
Under the hazy night, the city’s myriad lights illuminated the surrounding streets.
Several black armored figures with blue eyes were currently charging toward the academy in the city center.
And there, possessed by his sister Zhang Rongyu, was the Blood Jade.
These black armored figures exhibited terrifying strength, the attack targeted not the Confucian main base; several Confucian Grandmasters, led by a Great Grandmaster, stepped forth to intercept.
Yet within moments of engaging in several dozen moves, they were scattered, wounded, and retreated.
Swoosh, brilliant white light suddenly rose, the Sword Array of the Gentleman’s Sword unfolded once more. Enveloping all the black armored men, layered with negative statuses, slowing them.
Simultaneously, enhancing the surrounding wounded Confucian Grandmasters.
The struggle was barely a stalemate, but from afar it was evident the Confucians were continually losing ground.
"Seeking death!!"
Fury surged within Zhang Rongfang, instantly retracting his vision, he shot up, wings spread, bolting at full speed towards his sister’s location.
He now understood their methods!