After issuing the order, Yunlan did not rest.
He gathered the commanders of the various tribes together and then laid out a battle plan in front of a huge cowhide map.
"The Black Bear Clan is already the northernmost tentacles of the Frostwolf Clan Alliance."
If even they were able to evacuate, the other clans must have already done so as well.
Continuing the large-scale advance would not be very meaningful.
I plan to divide the army into ten 10,000-strong teams, led by Tuhun, Zhanba, Yelu, Taiyong... and the other two.
Centered on Black Bear Valley, they spread southward in a net-like fashion to cover the Frostwolf Clan's territory.
A month later, we met up in the Frostwolf Mountains.
The eleven arrows ultimately pointed towards the Frostwolf Mountains.
Gu Tian, what are you going to use to block this time?
......
The Blackwater River divides the northern border in two.
The river serves as a boundary, with the territory to the north belonging to the Azurehawk Clan and its allies, and the territory to the south belonging to the Frostwolf Clan and its allies.
For three thousand years before the rise of the Frostwolf Clan, the north was stronger than the south. Only after the rise of the Frostwolf Clan did the situation become roughly equal.
The Blackwater River is a spectacular sight in the northern lands.
This river is also the only one that never freezes.
Of course, the water in this river is also undrinkable.
But ironically, the riverbanks nurture the most fertile grasslands in the North.
Now, the grasslands have become a battleground for the two major camps.
Millions of young men from various clans were slaughtered on both sides of the river.
True energy bursts forth like fireworks.
People die every single moment.
The battlefield was in complete chaos.
You are in me, and I am in you.
Even ordinary beings become part of the masses, fighting on the battlefield.
As for the sky, it has become a battlefield for top-tier experts to clash.
The fluctuations from the clash of more than twenty Dharma Image Perfection experts created an unprecedented void battlefield.
The chaotic true energy continued to ripple outwards in all directions.
The other top experts were all locked in combat with each other.
They fight on one battlefield to another, constantly changing opponents.
There was only one battlefield where the two sides never changed opponents.
No other top-tier experts intervened in the battle.
"Gul'dan, it's no use."
Three years ago, I could suppress you, and I can suppress you now.
I have seen through your scheme completely.
Eagle Ridge had long ago laid a trap.
Your father, Xu Mang, and that mysterious swordsman will all be caught!
Yunfeng's words were intended to win people's hearts.
The appearance of that mysterious sword immortal indeed caused the Eagle Clan's greatest advantage to disappear.
The members of the Yin Corpse Sect withdrew from the various battlefields to intercept that person.
Yunfeng, upon receiving the news, immediately left his ancestral home and rushed to the battlefield.
The purpose was to avoid that sword immortal.
As it turned out, his judgment was accurate.
However, there was one thing he overlooked: Gul'dan was powerful enough.
The Frostwolf Clan alliance along the Blackwater River is also powerful enough.
Even with him personally overseeing the situation, the battle on the main battlefield remained extremely close.
The battle, which started on a small scale, escalated into a decisive battle.
He and his powerful subordinates were also completely tied down.
Yunfeng was certain that victory in this battle belonged to them.
Not only because the Yin Corpse Sect can handle the rear, but also because Yun Lan's 200,000-strong army at the front can surely wipe out the old, weak, women and children.
But the question is, how should the main battlefield be ended?
The clan warriors here are all his staunch supporters.
If all the spoils are lost here, it's uncertain whether the fruits of victory will belong to him.
That's why he had to win people's hearts.
Once Gul'dan loses his composure, whether he fights or retreats, his room for maneuver will become much larger.
Unfortunately, Zhou Zhenguo (Guldan) remained unmoved.
His task was to lead the Frostwolf Clan alliance to victory in this battle.
No refunds if unsuccessful!
He suffered a defeat on the bloody night of Tiandu.
All his relatives and friends were dead.
He wouldn't allow himself to fail a second time.
Zhou Zhenguo moved with great energy, his whole body moving like a swimming dragon.
After dying once, he completely gave up on the path to becoming the Human Emperor.
That path is not suitable for him.
He didn't want to be the king of the North, nor did he want to reclaim the throne he had lost.
He only wanted to use the knife in his hand to avenge his family and friends.
Xiao Chen!
Don't worry.
Once I break through to the next level, I'll go back and slaughter those scoundrels.
A crimson light shone from Zhou Zhenguo's eyes.
He gripped the knife in both hands and stepped forward.
The blood-red blade pierced the air, sending Yunfeng flying.
Instead of pressing his advantage, he used this opening to attack another battlefield.
"No!"
With a shrill roar, a tenth-grade Dharma Elephant warrior from the Azure Eagle Clan was instantly cleaved into a bloody mist.
"Gul'dan, you're asking for it!"
Yunfeng stormed back in a rage, just as he was about to follow Zhou Zhenguo's example.
The crimson light of the blade enveloped him once more.
Zhou Zhenguo turned around and cornered him.
This round of confrontation ended in a complete defeat for Yunfeng.
Yunfeng, too, quickly regained his composure after the failure.
Since verbal interference is useless, then the only option is to fight to the death.
As the lord of the Azure Eagle Clan, he was not lacking in ferocity.
"This battle will be fought to the death!"
The sound of clouds and peaks fell with the snow.
On the land, the Azure Eagle Clan and the allied forces no longer had any fear.
But setting aside all the conspiracies and schemes, after arranging the troops and deploying the forces...
What remains is the clash of flesh and blood.
The Azure Eagle Clan holds an absolute advantage in terms of both the number of experts and the strength of their warriors.
This advantage will be amplified infinitely in a bloody battle.
The Frostwolf Clan quickly found themselves at a disadvantage.
Even when they were at a disadvantage, no one fled.
Even if we die, we will die on the way to the front.
As time went on, the snow and ice grew thicker, and the battles became increasingly fierce.
......
Three thousand miles north of the Blackwater River lies a mountain range that rises straight into the clouds.
This mountain range is the ancestral home of the Azure Eagle clan.
The once bustling mountains now appear somewhat tranquil.
Even the giant eagles that perched there year-round vanished at that moment.
All was silent, as if it were a dead zone.
After an unknown amount of time, a long, white rainbow flew across the sky.
Wherever the rainbow passed, countless thunderclaps resounded.
When the rainbow passed through the mountains and entered the center, the ice and snow covering the central peak cracked open.
Fresh blood flowed from the crack.
An eerie red light shot into the sky.
Immediately afterwards, the sound came from nearly a hundred peaks throughout Eagle Ridge.
The ice and snow cracked, and blood gushed out.
Red light shone from the mountain peaks and then pierced through the clouds.
The red light that gathered in the sky coalesced into a boundless sea of blood.
A crimson glow shone down, melting the ice and snow of the mountains.
What is exposed is the mountainside, engraved with countless array patterns.
On each mountain, there sits a disciple of the Yin Corpse Sect, dressed in a red robe and wearing a lotus crown.
The entire Eagle Ridge has been transformed into a large formation by them.
And they are the nodes that make up the great formation.
The core of the grand formation is naturally not them.
To ambush someone who is invincible in the human realm, only those who are equally powerful can achieve this.
In the center of Eagle Ridge, the figure in red robes who had been sitting cross-legged on the mountaintop rose.
"kill!"
Lin Mu waved his hand, activating the formation.
Facing the invincible opponent who had killed his father, Lin Mu was not careless in the slightest.
With the Eagle Ridge Formation reinforced by a hundred disciples of the immortal sects, it could naturally wear down anyone in front of it.
A crimson glow descended from the sky, enveloping the silver rainbow.
Rumble!
The explosion came from the center of the collision.
The mountains stood motionless.
Upon seeing this, Lin Mu smiled slightly.
He's invincible among men, but he's nothing but a brute!
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