Chapter 792: Battle of Blizzard City
On the city wall, a look of determination reappeared on the faces of the soldiers, and they looked down with burning eyes, preparing for the upcoming battle.
A hint of interest appeared on Gu Zui's face, and he said with interest: "Lou Qi, is this the formation of the ancient Great Wilderness Spiritual Martial Clan?"
"Heh," Lou Qi seemed to recall some bad memories, anger flashing in his eyes, "a dying struggle."
The ancient Lingwu clan of the Great Wilderness has been destroyed. Even if the formation has been passed down, its power is probably not half as strong as it was back then.
Outside the city, the dark mass of enemy troops surged like a tide, and the sound of war drums was deafening.
On the city wall, light suddenly appeared, and ancient runes flickered in the formation, like the whispers of ancient gods, covering the warriors with a thin layer of spiritual armor.
The wind suddenly grew stronger, blowing up yellow sand all over the sky, which intertwined with the ancient and mysterious power, creating a tragic and magnificent scene.
Xuesha stood on the city wall, surrounded by warriors holding bows and arrows and spiritual weapons.
He glanced at the man beside him and whispered, "Judging from their power, this is probably two of the thirty-six dark generals of the dark world."
Feng Jue said in a deep voice: "In the Myriad Beasts Continent, the power that this formation can exert is limited. I'm afraid it won't be able to stop them for long."
He sent a message to the soldiers, "Do your best to consume them before the formation is broken!"
"yes!"
Gu Zui's eyes flashed with a bloodthirsty light, and he waved his hand lightly, "Go, break this formation for me and take over this city!"
Following Gu Zui's order, red light flashed in the eyes of the dark world's undead, and their bodies suddenly rose up, like phantoms in the night, quickly approaching the city wall.
The bone knife in his hand flashed with cold light, and arrows cut through the sky like raindrops, accompanied by the sound of breaking through the air, and hit the light shield of the formation directly.
The light shield trembled, rippling layer upon layer, and every impact seemed to shake the space.
Xuesha and Fengjue stood side by side, their eyes firm, their spiritual energy surging, constantly strengthening the formation.
The warriors' arrows, carrying sharp spiritual power, cut through the sky and collided with the dark generals, creating brilliant sparks. Every confrontation stirred up circles of air waves, shaking the air and sending sand and stones flying. The intensity and cruelty of the battle were spread wantonly between heaven and earth.
As the dark world undead fell one by one and turned into black mist and dissipated, Gu Zui and Lou Qi sneered, looked at each other, and flew up.
There was a bloody mist in Gu Zui's hand, like the fire of the underworld. Gu Zui and Lou Qi looked like ghosts and instantly blended into the battlefield.
Xuesha's pupils suddenly shrank as he saw a blood-colored streak streaking across the sky, heading straight for Feng Jue. It was wrapped in a chilling ghostly aura that seemed to be able to freeze the soul.
Feng Jue's eyes were cold, and he quickly formed seals with his hands. A phoenix bathed in fire flapped its wings and flew out of the barrier, colliding violently with the blood-colored streak.
Flames and blood intertwined, and a hideous crack seemed to be torn between heaven and earth. The heat and cold reached a strange balance at this moment.
Gu Zui looked at the man in red looking down at her from the city wall, her eyes gleaming with pleasure, "Lou Qi, break this seal for me! I want that man's body!"
A cruel smile appeared on Lou Qi's lips, and his ten fingers moved rapidly, as if playing a melody of death.
The ghostly aura in the blood-colored streak became stronger and stronger, as if countless wronged souls were screaming and wailing.
Feng Jue's face was solemn. His formation was under attack and beads of sweat were sliding down his forehead. The phoenix rising from the fire flapped its wings more and more frequently, with an unyielding will in the flames.
The two forces were at a stalemate, light flickered in the sky, and the pleasure in Gu Zui's eyes became even stronger. He tapped his arm lightly with his fingers, looking forward to that moment.
Feng Jue gritted his teeth slightly, "I can't hold on any longer!"
Before he finished speaking, the center of the formation suddenly trembled violently, and a blood-colored streak suddenly expanded, tearing at the formation's spiritual shield like an angry python.
His body swayed, and he was almost pulled into the eerie vortex by the huge force.
In the firelight, Feng Jue's eyes became more and more determined. He closed his eyes and concentrated, and the flames around him suddenly condensed into a phoenix totem reborn from the fire. It flapped its wings and tried to break through the sky, and started a final life-and-death battle with the blood-colored streak. The world was filled with a brilliant and tragic light.
However, just a quarter of an hour later, he suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood and took a few steps back.
He suddenly raised his eyes and saw that the formation had broken.
Xuesha patted his shoulder and said, "It's already very good."
They hadn't originally expected the Blizzard City formation to be able to protect them for long. Even if the formation only protected them long enough to kill one dark world undead, they would still have made a profit.
Now they have killed at least several thousand people, and they have made a fortune!
Feng Jue smiled cheerfully, took a pill, and with a wave of his hand, the city gate opened wide. The soldiers and monsters who had been waiting at the gate rushed out instantly.
Roaring and fighting with the army of the dark world.
Feng Jue and Xue Sha looked at each other, then flew down the city wall and fought Lou Qi together.
Feng Jue swung the red whip in his hand angrily, wrapped it around Lou Qi's waist, and threw him aside.
Lou Qi landed steadily on the ground and moved his neck, "Interesting."
Gu Zui narrowed her eyes and wanted to go over to help, but the next second a white light blocked her way.
A woman in white gauze stopped her and said coldly, "Your opponent is me."
Gu Zui licked his lips with the tip of his scarlet tongue, "Your body seems to be better than that man's."
The silver longbow in Shengguang's hand flashed with dazzling light, and her posture was upright, like a goddess hunting in the forest.
The bowstring was gently pulled, and a silver arrow condensed with the power of light gradually took shape. The tip of the arrow was aimed at Gu Zui, and the air was filled with a tense feeling as if a storm was about to come.
Seeing this, Gu Zui curled up a playful smile, and black air surrounded him, as if to devour all the light.
Between the two, a battle between light and darkness was about to break out, and the air around them was frozen by the confrontation.
Blood, blood rushing to the sky.
A soldier watched helplessly as the heart of a comrade who had not had time to self-destruct before dying was taken out and stuffed into the mouth of a dark world undead.
The next second, the undead from the dark world turned into a wisp of black mist and melted into the still warm corpse.
He watched in horror as black mist began to linger around his dead comrade, but in an instant, his neck made a slight sound and he actually stood up.
The soldier's pupils suddenly constricted, and the scene before him was distorted like a nightmare.
The resurrected corpse had lifeless eyes covered by black mist, a faint black light flowed under its skin, and a hideous smile that did not belong to this world was raised at the corner of its mouth.
He slowly raised his arm, and wisps of black mist condensed at his fingertips, as if to swallow everything around him into endless darkness.
The air was filled with the smell of decay and death. The warrior's heart was beating like a drum, every cell was screaming a warning, and the hilt of the sword he was gripping tightly was already oozing with fine beads of sweat.
The air was filled with blood mist, and a ghostly figure possessed by the undead spirits of the dark world suddenly rushed through the rain of arrows, sweeping the bone blade across. Wherever the cold light went, the warriors fell down.
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