With the next sword, Li Jing slashed towards the projected entrance of the Buddhist kingdom.
The illusory entrance shattered and dissipated in the air, and the power of the Maurya Dynasty no longer entered the void.
Li Jing looked at Ashoka calmly.
"Come and die."
The elephant master shouted loudly, standing on the head of the golden giant elephant king, and his body merged into the giant elephant's head like water.
The next moment, the giant elephant king roared to the sky and smashed his long trunk towards the legion forming a battle formation.
If hit, 100,000 soldiers and horses can be destroyed.
laugh!
Before the trunk could fall, the sword in Li Jing's hand cut off the elephant's trunk.
On the battlefield, the only sound was the elephant lord's terrifying and shrill screams, which lingered in the sky for a long time, making people shudder.
"Peacock King, come out."
A peacock image appeared behind Ashoka, with its colorful feathers dazzling. The moment the peacock image appeared, it opened its mouth and sucked, swallowing the golden giant elephant king image into its stomach.
The peacock's Dharma image instantly expanded, replacing the Golden Elephant King and enveloping the entire army. Its feathers resembled colorful flames, burning the void, and it cried loudly towards the sky.
"Let's die together." Ashoka cried miserably.
The peacock image was instantly bathed in flames, and its momentum reached its peak.
Many players could clearly see that Ashoka's vitality was rapidly draining away. His national fortune had burned out, his dragon energy had burned out, and now even his vitality was beginning to drain away.
This is exchanging life for power.
The 80 million-strong army was shocked by Li Jing's vast and terrifying power just now, but now all their fear disappeared, and only piety remained.
"System prompt: Your body is out of control."
A system prompt rang in the ears of every South Indian player on the battlefield. They could no longer control their bodies and felt like outsiders.
"My people, for the Maurya Empire."
"Fight to the death."
"kill."
Ashoka shouted angrily.
The Peacock Dharma Image soared into the sky and rushed down towards the God of War Dharma Image. The 80 million legions below started at the same time and rushed towards the location of the Daxia Legion.
Chi!
The Peacock's massive body descended upon the War God's sword, its mournful cry echoing. The scene resembled a mournful thornbird, fearlessly charging towards the thorn bushes and singing.
Failed!
Ashoka burned out the last bit of his life and his consciousness gradually became blurred. He didn't even have the chance to cause any trouble to Li Jing.
The body dissipated along with the falling peacock image.
A generation of kings fell.
The 80 million Maurya Army collided with the Bactria Army. Losing Ashoka was like a flock of sheep losing its leader.
The butcher knife of the Daxia Legion lit up, flashing with cold light.
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