Ying Tao gritted his teeth, but his hands did not stop for a moment, still frantically draining the life force of the surrounding Qin soldiers.
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The guy in front of me is much stronger than I imagined. I can't kill him without using my full strength!
What does it matter if tens of thousands die? They were just ordinary soldiers.
Once we wipe out the remnants of these six kingdoms, we'll have as many soldiers as we need!
The mountain of flesh writhed and crashed toward Yang Cheng. The immense force of the flesh was like a landslide. Yang Cheng slashed with his three-pointed double-edged sword, but he could only manage to cut a gash in the mountain of flesh, which healed in the blink of an eye.
Yang Cheng raised his eyebrows slightly, put two fingers together on his brow, and a faint light shone from his third eye as he looked at the monster.
The monster's power source was not in its belly, but rather in its neck.
It wasn't headless; rather, a small, shriveled skull, no bigger than a palm, huddled on its neck, and surprisingly had three eyes.
Yang Cheng lunged forward, dodging the monster's attacks while unleashing streaks of blade light that sliced off the flesh from its neck.
The monster was also continuously injecting flesh and blood into its neck, not wanting its vital organs to be exposed.
However, it could not withstand the sharpness of the three-pointed double-edged sword. After more than ten cuts, the small head had already appeared in Yang Cheng's field of vision.
The monster quickly retreated, its size resembling a mountain of flesh, yet its movements were incredibly fast.
However, the next moment, Yang Cheng directly took out the Immortal-Slaying Flying Knife and shouted, "Please turn around, my treasure!"
In an instant, a white light flashed, and the little head was severed.
The enormous mountain of flesh quickly began to collapse and rot, turning into pus and blood all over the ground.
Yang Cheng swept past the mountain of flesh and headed straight for Ying Tao!
Ying Tao's expression immediately changed, revealing a hint of fear.
He suddenly pulled out a bone staff from his sleeve and pointed it at Yang Cheng. The pitch-black smoke instantly enveloped Yang Cheng, exuding an extremely corrupt aura, but it could not break through Yang Cheng's Eight-Nine Arcane Arts defense.
With one step, Yang Cheng lifted Ying Tao as if he were a chick, and said coldly, "Tell the Qin army to stop attacking."
Like Chen Zheng, Ying Tao was not a traditional cultivator who had cultivated step by step. They were good at fighting enemies from a distance with external forces, but once someone got close, they had almost no killing power.
Ying Tao looked at Yang Cheng with a strange expression, a terrifying smile twisting his lips, and uttered a single word: "Mirotanfa Shitian!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Ying Tao's body began to swell unnaturally.
Yang Cheng immediately poured all the power of Blood Fiend and the power of the Eight-Nine Arcane Arts into Ying Tao's body, but he was still unable to stop the abnormal swelling.
The next moment, Ying Tao's body exploded into a cloud of blood mist, with only his head remaining in Yang Cheng's hand.
Yang Cheng frowned slightly, suddenly feeling that the power Xu Fu possessed seemed to be beyond his imagination.
He wasn't afraid of how strong the other party was, but he was somewhat unsure about this unseen and intangible strange power.
Of course, this is not the time to think about these things.
Ying Tao is dead, and this battle should be over.
Yang Cheng, holding Ying Tao's head, roared, "Ying Tao is dead! Surrender now!!"
In fact, the Qin army surrounding the central camp had already collapsed.
Yang Cheng didn't kill tens of thousands of Qin soldiers, but their Qin army commander used evil magic to take the lives of tens of thousands of his own men. How could they not collapse?
Having witnessed Ying Tao's death, all of them gave up resistance, even though they still outnumbered the anti-Qin alliance.
This kind of surrender is contagious; it spreads rapidly from the central camp of the Qin army outwards.
At this time, Xiang Yu's elite cavalry was still surrounded by countless enemies, but since Yang Cheng began his attack, the Qin army had not sent any more reinforcements.
With Xiang Yu's unparalleled bravery and strength, he actually led his elite cavalry to break through the Qin army's encirclement and escape without any reinforcements.
Just as Xiang Yu was about to raise his Overlord Spear and shout fiercely, he was horrified to find that the Qin army on the periphery not only did not send reinforcements, but also put down their weapons and knelt on the ground.
Looking towards the Qin army's central camp, on a high platform, Yang Cheng was already holding Ying Tao's head, looking down at the entire battlefield.
Xiang Yu put down his Overlord Spear and stared at the figure for a long time without saying a word.
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