Twin Dimension Yin-Yang Mirror: Attaining immortality through the martial path
Chapter 561 - 467 Mantis Catching Cicadas + - 468 Killing Intent Soaring to the Sky_3

Chapter 561: Chapter 467 Mantis Catching Cicadas + Chapter 468 Killing Intent Soaring to the Sky_3

Two horses crossed paths.

Clang clang clang...

Amidst the flashing of swords and halberds, they exchanged three more blows.

In the chaotic swirl of the fierce wind, the strong Vigorous Qi waves impacted in all directions, forcing Yan Bing and Fang Sheng to stay back seven or eight zhang away, unable to join the fray as the two passed by each other.

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Chapter 468: Murderous Intent Soaring to the Skies

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"Break through the cavalry formation, shatter their military momentum."

Zhou Ping’an brandished his saber and roared, with two female generals following close behind, and five thousand cavalrymen charging into the midst of eight thousand, screaming murderously.

The battle instantly turned exceedingly brutal.

The cavalrymen tangled and fought to the death, falling like stalks of rice in the autumn fields.

Shouts and neighs mixed with the clang of weapons cutting through the air.

A mist of blood rose, enveloping everything.

The ground turned into a sticky mess.

After breaking through the cavalry formation, Zhou Ping’an swung around in a wide arc, reined his horse, and let out a deep crimson spit, only to see that his own ranks were now short by more than a thousand knights.

And the eight thousand Heavenly Wolf Riders, having turned to prepare for another assault, were noticeably thinned.

At a glance, there were at least three thousand riders fewer.

Behind him lay densely packed bodies and wandering ownerless war horses.

Moreover, Zhou Ping’an noticed that the morale of the approximately five thousand enemy cavalrymen had plummeted after the charge, with their formation decidedly less orderly than when they first advanced.

Not to mention their Mixed Element Qi-Blood Evil Qi had weakened considerably.

Even as the Heavenly Wolf General Wu Qi shrieked commands, desperately boosting morale, it did little to turn the tide.

It was an unbearable feeling, not simply a matter of losing face; it was a suffocating sense of utter despair.

Not only was there a gap in the quality of the cavalry, but in their clash of leaders as well, not an ounce of advantage was taken.

The remaining five thousand riders, looking at their Family Head, saw the wide spread of crimson blood on his chest, on top of his split Golden Armor, and it felt like their hearts had sunk to the bottom of the ocean.

Sea-Splitting Sword? No, Sky-splitting Saber was not so easy to receive.

Zhou Ping’an himself had been invaded by the Evil Azure Dragon Qi, all his internal organs damaged, vomiting mouthfuls of filthy blood.

Naturally, Wu Qi would not be unscathed.

This time, his injuries were much more severe than during their last exchange.

A swath of his lung had been sliced open by an ephemeral shadow of Sword Qi, cutting out a massive wound, Sword Qi piercing straight through his back, making him unable to stop coughing crazily with a hoarse voice even as he caught his breath.

Just by looking, one could tell he was losing.

"How is this possible? My Physique is sturdier than his. With Evil Fortitude Fusion, the lethality is even more ferocious. Yet he seems to have suffered so little damage while I..."

Wu Qi’s eyes darkened.

He completely failed to understand; the opponent’s body wasn’t as robust, nor had he cultivated True Yuan. Not to mention an Evil Fortitude Fusion, that bit of Powerful Qi couldn’t even scratch his own skin.

What was strange, though, was that during their head-on clash, the opponent’s strength was alarmingly great.

Especially the smooth and profound Sword Technique that flowed like mercury, permeating every gap, impossible to block.

"If that’s the case, I cannot hold back anymore."

Wu Qi roared, "Gathering Evil!"

With his shout,

The five thousand behind him trembled violently as countless wisps of blue Qi, like smoke or mist, hovered in the air, condensing into a colossus as large as a hill.

This huge figure, with horns on its head and eyes as large as copper bells, covered in densely packed scales, hovered in the air, exuding overwhelming pressure that sent chills down one’s spine just to look at it.

The colossal azure figure shook, transformed into mist, and poured in through the top of Wu Qi’s head. Instantly, the armor on the Heavenly Wolf General Wu Qi burst open, shattering into thousands of pieces scattering in all directions.

He looked up and let out a fierce yell.

"Kill!"

This time, wheeling around to meet the charge, the five thousand behind him were like demons escaping their cages, with crimson eyes.

They appeared to lose some of their wits, but were shrouded with an increased aura of Death Qi.

"Gathering Evil and Refining Corpse, a desperate final gamble."

Fang Sheng’s eyebrows twitched furiously.

"This man is viciously cunning, using Evil Qi to refine his soldiers, releasing it at the critical moment. After this fight, all his cavalrymen will have nothing but a dead end."

"Is it formidable?"

Zhou Ping’an also frowned darkly at the sight.

The five thousand cavalrymen rushing over again were hardly a concern.

Even at their peak with full vigor, they had been no match for his own Cavalry enhanced by the Tiger Talisman.

This counterattack was merely a dying struggle.

Instead, due to the Evil Qi clouding their mind, they lacked adaptability, ensuring a quicker defeat.

The only worrisome matter was that Heavenly Wolf General Wu Qi, whose aura had risen multiple folds; now just his personal Combat Power was suffocating their side.

That tangible Evil Qi prickled the pores, making one uncomfortable.

Even the two female generals had to circulate Powerful Qi and Mana to protect themselves. Before the clash had even begun, they had lost thirty percent of their Combat Power.

"More than formidable!"

Fang Sheng sighed.

Perhaps he had come to understand more knowledge in his sect.

He seemed rather disheartened at the moment.

Before he could continue, a dull thud echoed from the mountain base in the distance.

Five-colored lights flickered in all directions.

A powerful aura had vanished.

In the sky, the gold and red hues grew brighter, like the great sun moving across the heavens, howling as it transformed into a long sword trail slashing out.

A bright golden small sword, sharp as a darting sparrow, zigzagged through the air but was contained within a hundred zhang-spanning golden red Sword light, slashing horizontally and vertically.

Li Nantian, blood spraying from his chest, fought fiercely despite being at the end of his tether.