Lin Ping'an stood above the garrison city, his calm and indifferent temperament formed a sharp contrast with the tense and depressing atmosphere around him.
However, with the "Heavenly Secret Art" fully activated, even the Dragon God could not detect the slightest abnormality, let alone those powerful men of Da Xia whose cultivation was far inferior to his.
His existence was like a silent night, quietly enveloping everyone's heart, yet being ignored by everyone due to their high tension.
A few moments later, ripples suddenly appeared in the void, as if the surface of a lake was broken by an invisible force, and waves gradually emerged.
One by one, the top warriors of Da Xia walked out from the turbulent space cracks, all of them wearing armor and looking solemn. Among them were the three giants of Da Xia who were feared by all.
At this moment, they all looked towards the gradually clearer battlefield in the distance, where a terrifying aura was surging that was enough to change the color of heaven and earth.
When that vast and powerful energy fluctuation was transmitted to their senses, everyone's face changed immediately.
Even the three giants of Daxia, who had been on the battlefield for a long time and had witnessed countless life and death, turned extremely pale in an instant.
Although they had repeatedly warned themselves before rushing to the battlefield, and had rehearsed in their minds countless times this war scene that could overturn everything.
And through various intelligence and analysis, they try to construct a picture of the battle situation that is as close to the real situation as possible, so as to strengthen their psychological defenses.
However, when they actually arrived at the third line of defense guarding the city and faced the dense and terrifying group of monsters that was like an abyss, they were shocked to find that all the preparations they had made before seemed so pale and powerless.
The scene before them deeply shocked many of Daxia's powerful men, as if an invisible giant hand had tightly grasped their throats, making it impossible for them to breathe.
The difficulties and obstacles that were originally expected were as insignificant as children's play in the face of reality.
The air was filled with a strong smell of blood, mixed with the scent of blood and rust, which made people shudder.
The bloody mouths all over the mountains and plains, and the flying beasts that formed dark clouds covering the sun, were like the giant mouth of an invisible abyss, ready to sweep up and devour everything.
At this moment, in the eyes of the powerful men, lights of various colors intertwined and flowed, as if reflecting the passionate world in their hearts.
Fear is like a phantom in the dark night, quietly spreading in the depths of the pupils. It is an instinctive warning against the irresistible, like an icy cold spring rushing from the soles of the feet straight to the top of the head, making people shudder.
The feeling of despair was like a heavy dark cloud, weighing on the hearts of the powerful men of Da Xia, as if foreshadowing that the impending difficulties had no solution.
It was a deep helplessness towards their own limits, even though they had struggled on the brink of life and death countless times.
However, in the face of this unprecedented challenge, I felt the insignificance and powerlessness of the force of life.
However, although fear and despair are always there, what is even more burning is the fearless determination.
The courage to face unknown challenges is like the dawn, piercing the darkness and bringing hope.
In an instant, the eyes of the strong men became firm and resolute, as solid as a rock, and no matter how strong the wind and rain were, they could not shake them in the slightest.
Holding the weapon tightly in hand, the armor flashed a cold light in the moonlight. Every scratch was a mark of past battles, and every breath was filled with desire for victory.
Faced with the great terror ahead and the desperate situation that could lead to certain death, these powerful men of Da Xia not only did not retreat, but instead stood up straight.
With the spirit of going through fire and water and facing death with indifference, he resolutely chose to embark on this journey full of death.
In the next moment, they left their words, some solemnly, some heroically, some indifferently, but firmly.
As if they were the last words engraved in the wind, each word was filled with deep attachment to relatives, endless love for the homeland, and unswerving belief in victory.
A strong man held the sword tightly in his hand, with the tip of the sword pointing to the sky, and his voice was loud and passionate.
"If you don't return from this trip, don't forget that I am the soul of Daxia!"
The sound of swords echoed in the empty square, stirring the blood boiling in the hearts of countless people.
There were also strong men who calmly patted their comrades on the shoulders, with determination and resolution in their eyes.
"If I unfortunately die, my bones will turn into a great wall to protect Daxia forever."
It was just a short sentence, but it was as heavy as a mountain, and all the comrades around him were moved.
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at the same time.
As he spoke, the overwhelming swarm of strange beasts covered the sky like dark clouds covering the sun.
With deafening roars, they rolled in like a tide driven by a hurricane.
Its formation was like a thousand-foot-high wave, carrying the power to destroy everything, and it rushed straight towards the city of Daxia.
There was a bloodthirsty gleam in the eyes of those strange beasts, and their sharp claws, fangs, and scales all showed their ferocity and wildness.
At this critical moment of life and death, countless Da Xia warriors had a determined will to fight in their eyes.
They held various weapons tightly in their hands, jumped down from the towering city walls, and charged into the group of strange beasts without hesitation.
The figure was agile and resolute. Every time he swung his weapon, it brought up a brilliant light, and every time he chopped and killed, he aroused a strong murderous aura.
"Three Avici Swords - Life-Severing Slash!"
A mighty man roared, and the long sword in his hand danced wildly. The sword light was like a streak across the sky. Wherever he passed, strange beasts fell dead and blood rained down.
"Kill! Kill these beasts!"
Another burly warrior with a full beard swung a heavy hammer. Wherever the hammer fell, the strange beasts wailed, and he smashed out a path to victory.
"These strange beasts are nothing but a group of wild beasts that have lost their minds!"
The heroic female warrior thrust her sword into the air, the sword energy was like a rainbow, piercing the hearts of the strange beasts accurately and ruthlessly.
At the same time, her voice was firm and resolute.
"Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! For the sake of our homeland and our loved ones, we swear to annihilate all these strange beasts that invade our Great Xia territory!"
At this moment, the originally peaceful border area instantly turned into an extremely tragic battlefield.
The earth under the sun looks particularly hideous under the illumination of blood and fire.
A large number of low- and middle-level exotic beasts, like harvested weeds, turned into corpses in an instant.
Thanks to the release of Lin Ping'an's martial arts, Da Xia's overall strength averaged to the sixth-grade quasi-grandmaster level.
Most of the warriors in the city are powerful warriors with peak combat power of the sixth rank.
Killing these strange beasts is naturally a piece of cake.
On the vast battlefield, the low- and middle-level monsters that surged in like waves seemed to be ruthlessly harvested by pairs of invisible hands.
Their figures were struggling just now, but the next moment they fell down like cut weeds.
In the blink of an eye, they turned into cold corpses.
Those bodies that were once full of vitality were now piled up like a mountain, forming a sea of blood, indicating the cruelty and tragedy of this war.