Immortal Father
Chapter 506 - 506 178 The Winds and Sands of the Western Continent Rise!_3

506: Chapter 178 The Winds and Sands of the Western Continent Rise!_3 506: Chapter 178 The Winds and Sands of the Western Continent Rise!_3 This is the efficiency of immortal soldiers.

A hundred men form an array, clearly a fully staffed hundred-men squad, including their own immortal armors, lined up in a hundred-man battle team.

A hundred-men array can withstand several strikes from a Heavenly Immortal, can encircle and kill a True Immortal Realm monster, and can exert all-around suppression on those demon soldiers.

The immortal soldiers in this tent could not muster a hundred-man battle array.

Just like the old soldiers said, the orders for reinforcements temporarily couldn’t reach them here.

Li Ping’an did not know what was happening outside.

Being in the midst of battle, he was like a grain of sand on a sand table when those veteran war generals from the Eastern Alliance deduced battle situations.

As an immortal soldier, with a conservative estimate, his combat power after his second spiritual metamorphosis could match that of a second or third rank Primordial Immortal—this refers to the might when casting the same techniques and activating the same level of immortal weapons.

He had two offensive Spiritual Treasures, the Subdue Mountain Seal and the Slaying Spirit Banner, giving him a fighting chance against True Immortal Realm great demons when in critical moments.

His current strength was truly ‘Centurion.’

‘Could it be that this too was calculated by Fenghou?’

Li Ping’an glanced at Xuanyuan Yellow Emperor, always feeling that these ministers around the Yellow Emperor were all tough opponents.

That Xuanyuan Yellow Emperor had these ministers and still dreaded the Taoist Sect… This was really…

‘The Taoist Sect is the real backer.’

“Regulate your breath,” said Fu Yu with a grave voice, and he moved his left hand that had been corroded.

His Dao Body was no longer in serious trouble after swallowing a few Healing Pills, and he continued to meditate and regulate his breath.

The three wounded immortal soldiers lying in the corner could now sit up to meditate.

Those who were most seriously injured received the best treatment, surrounded by Spiritual Medicine and seated within a Spirit Gathering Array, with their wounds already half healed.

Half an hour later.

Scattered immortal lights fell on the adjacent tent, followed then by shooting stars streaking across the sky of the Secret Realm of Hidden Soldiers, a large number of immortal soldiers returned, bringing back over ten corpses of great demons.

The corpses of the great demons were also important spoils of war.

Shortly after, there were reports outside the large tent.

“Centurion Fu Yu, many of our troops are damaged, and we’ve been ordered to disband the squad.

Six brothers have been transferred here,” came a voice.

“Come in,” was the response.

“Yes!”

The tent flap opened, and six immortal soldiers, four men and two women, entered, each with minor injuries and substantially weakened auras.

The Spiritual Medicine immortal proactively stepped forward, guiding the six to sit behind Li Ping’an, replenishing their Elixir Pills, talismans, and treating their wounds.

An old soldier beside Li Ping’an turned his head and asked, “Have we suffered great losses?”

The six let out a sigh,

“About two hundred brothers are wounded, and more than forty won’t be coming back,” they lamented.

“Among those ten-plus marauding great demons, there was a scorpion spirit; its poisonous smoke was too vicious.

Most brothers had their Primordial Spirits wounded and temporarily can’t return to battle,” they explained.

“We also chased too hastily, thinking since we’re on our turf and had intercepted them, they would definitely flee in panic.

We didn’t expect them to ambush us midway and end up fighting a battle to the death with us.

Thankfully, two leaders promptly took care of the two most troublesome great demons; otherwise, I fear none of us would’ve been able to return,” they recounted.

“This time, the Demon Race seems somewhat unusual,” they commented.

“Yes, the usual Demons would touch and go, vanishing without a trace, but this time they are a bit like the ancient demon soldiers our old generals told us about,” they continued.

The old soldiers also said,

“We’re not afraid of them,” they declared.

“We previously went to intercept a few great demons, our pocket formation left an opening for them, but they didn’t take the bait, each quickly becoming fiercely combative,” they observed.

“Perhaps one of their Golden Immortal Demons used some kind of demon technique,” they speculated.

“The soul-devouring art?

The Demon Race might really have used the Soul-Devouring Art,” they suggested.

“I heard that in the north and the east, the barracks are already packed with immortal soldiers, and the Vice Alliance Hierarchs are still sending reinforcements here.

The East Continent’s north is also unstable, with many traces of great demons appearing above the East Sea, forcing us to divide our forces to defend,” they reported.

“No need to worry, we definitely have the advantage over them!” they reassured.

“A Inspector from the Eastern Alliance emerged and killed a bunch of corrupt officials.

At least our Dao hearts can be somewhat relieved now,” they said contentedly.

“Exactly!

We’re fighting demons on the frontlines, while they’re acting high and mighty in the rear.

They deserve to be killed!” they exclaimed angrily.

“It’s said that many immortal officials embezzled treasures.

Otherwise, we’d have two or three more Immortal Treasures in hand right now.

Truly hateful,” they conversed with disdain.

The immortal soldiers’ chat shifted towards the politics of the Eastern Alliance.

Li Ping’an listened on the side, feeling somewhat ashamed, always thinking he hadn’t done much; it was all Minister Feng pushing from behind, and he just gained some fame along the way.

The tent quickly calmed down.

About an hour later, the sound of horns echoed again within the military camp.

After another hour, more than a dozen immortal soldiers and a Centurion arrived to report, and the tent suddenly became somewhat crowded.

Centurion Fu Yu ordered the extension of the tent to the left and right sides.

Fu Yu then took out a storage bag, and the spiritual medicine general took the bag, distributing twenty medium-grade spirit stones to each person, arranging them into multiple layers of Spirit Gathering Arrays.

“Cultivate diligently, our unit will receive orders from the main tent at any moment once we are at full capacity.”

“Yes!”

The immortal soldiers saluted and took their commands, then each rested quietly to calm their minds.

So it went for two days.

From time to time, the sound of horns arose in the camp, each time a varying number of immortal soldiers, led by generals adorned in golden and silver armor, rushed out, and each time fewer would return.

Li Ping’an calculated silently in his mind.

In the span of two days, the Demon Race launched twelve sneak attacks on this military camp’s ‘jurisdiction’.

The Demon Race’s aim was probably to capture mortals, foster demon soldiers, or probe the strength and weakness of the Human Race’s army, or possibly deceive with diversions and feints.

More and more news came from outside.

A vast expanse of miasma clouds appeared in the north of the East Continent, countless demon soldiers lurking at the Northern Border, with great demons attempting to drive swarms of venomous insects to harass the East Continent.

Human experts had gone to resolve the situation, and fierce battles ensued on the Land of the Northern Continent, both sides suffering casualties.

Along the coast of the East Sea, there were over a hundred instances of sneak attacks.

In the middle of the East Continent, an Immortal Dynasty was ambushed by the Demon Race, and overnight, millions of mortals were abducted.

The East Alliance was enraged, cutting off this group of demons from the East Sea, the North Sea, and a titanic battle erupted that shook heaven and earth.

Even more intense was the Southern part of the Western Continent.

At the boundary where the two races’ territories met, the Human Race had laid out vast arrays of traps and mazes, while the Demon Race had gathered an immense horde across the hills and plains.

It seemed the Demon Race intended to fight openly—in fact, the East Alliance had preemptively scouted these troop deployments.

The Demon Race would open three battlefronts.

The first battlefront was at the northern border, where they would break through at numerous points in the Human Race’s defenses, aiming to destroy the living forces of humanity.

The second battlefront was along the coasts of the Western Sea, the demons there would charge into the heartlands of the Human land, intending to split and encircle them.

The third battlefront was at the border between the Southern and Western Continents, mainly to cut off reinforcements from the East Alliance.

Of course, this was only the Demon Race’s ideal plan of battle.

Li Ping’an’s military camp, within a few hours, had received tens of thousands of immortal soldiers, more than thirty Golden Immortals as attendants, and three familiar high-ranking officials of the East Alliance appeared in this place.

Continuously, ‘transport immortals’ were running back and forth, delivering several batches of supplies to various groups of immortal soldiers.

Li Ping’an received two long spears, a spare Treasured Armor, several stacks of talismans, and a few bottles of Elixir Pills.

One of the long spears was an Immortal Treasure, the other a high-quality magical weapon; the Immortal Treasure was for primary combat, with the magical weapon as a contingency.

Li Ping’an, feeling the faint imprint of Castcloud Hall on the shaft of the spear, had a bit more tranquility in his eyes.

In Centurion Fu Yu’s tent, there were now over ninety immortal soldiers.

The original three severely wounded soldiers had been carried to other tents, to heal in peace within the camp.

Fu Yu held a long knife, meticulously wiping its sharp edge.

Seven immortal soldiers rushed in from outside, bringing the number of soldiers at this location to a full hundred.

Fu Yu slung the long knife over his back, stood up, and looked at the people, solemnly stating,

“Our unit is at full strength, everyone to your positions.”

He slapped his chest, and from the Treasured Armor, a beam of immortal light shot over his head, then split into a hundred streams, landing all around him.

The immortal soldiers simultaneously stepped forward, entering into the beams of immortal light.

Li Ping’an was pulled by the arm into the adjacent beam of immortal light by the Yellow Emperor Xuanyuan.

Subsequently, the armor on Li Ping’an’s body lit up in sync, and in a flash, he perceived the positions of a hundred men, his heart projecting the numerous changes of the battle formations.

Such a fine treasure!

Fu Yu said, “Formation is set, everyone rest for now and wait for military orders.”

“Yes!”

The hundred immortal soldiers roared in unison, their movements uniform as they sat in meditation on the spot.

Li Ping’an’s heart grew firm as he glanced at Xuanyuan, who simply let out a light sigh.

“Ping’an, remember that within the military formation, you must never show off or overexert.

From now on, you and I are just soldiers of the Human Race.”

The great battle was about to begin.