Chapter 95 Corpse Mountain Blood River "Bang bang bang..."
The sonorous chime of bells and the beating of war drums resounded incessantly in every corner of the battlefield on the Moonfang coast.
The sounds merged into a continuous rumble, like thunder, shaking the heavens.
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The bells and drums, the clash of metal and the roar of thunder, the blood-red battle flags fluttering, all painted the heavens and earth with a solemn and killing aura, a dark sky enveloping this battlefield.
"Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill!"
The shouts, the sounds of combat, seemed to want to pierce through one's ears, echoing ceaselessly.
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"Hahaha, fishermen from the Han Shui True Spirit Sect, your granddaddy has arrived."
"Heh heh! Die, all of you will become the souls under my sword, everything will be mine."
"Brothers of the Taiyi Immortal Sect, charge! Kill all those grandsons of the Han Shui True Spirit Sect, leave none alive!"
"Fellow disciples of the Han Shui True Spirit Sect, we are children of the ocean, descendants of the Sea God. These scoundrels have invaded the East Sea and trespassed upon our homes. We must not let them go today."
"Men of the Han Shui True Spirit Sect, kill these beasts who seek to usurp our interests."
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Amidst the chaotic battlefield, Wu Tao immediately felt the waves of slaughter and bloodlust washing over him.
"Kill, kill, kill..."
There were no pre-battle speeches. Regardless of whether they were from the Taiyi Immortal Sect, the Demonic Heavenly Sect, or the Han Shui True Spirit Sect, the cultivators from all three sides shared a single thought: "Kill everything that can be killed before you!"
Rumble! Rumble! Rumble!
Above the vast azure East Sea, tens of thousands of escaping lights shot up into the sky, surging like a great river from both sides of the border.
Carrying the surging killing intent and battle spirit, hundreds of thousands of cultivators transformed into a torrent of cultivation, colliding furiously and engaging in desperate combat.
The next moment, the sky above the East Sea and Qingzhou border was completely filled with the cultivators of the Taiyi Immortal Sect, the Demonic Heavenly Sect, and the Han Shui True Spirit Sect.
"Kill, kill, kill..."
The shouts, mixed with surges of killing intent and battle spirit, rose into the sky like whirlwinds.
Hundreds of thousands of cultivators, without any buffer, strategy, or formations, engaged in naked, incredibly direct, close-quarters combat, tearing each other apart.
"Die by my hand!"
"Bang!"
"All of you, die! Whoever dares to block me, hahaha..."
"Die!"
"Swoosh! Swoosh!!!"
Chaotic and utterly tragic scenes were repeatedly replayed in the skies above the East Sea and Qingzhou border.
The sounds of shouting, screams, collisions, and wild laughter... a multitude of complex and chaotic sounds echoed continuously.
A mere glance upwards revealed figures locked in combat.
And countless lights, countless spiritual energy fluctuations, splashes of blood, and sprays of gore made it impossible to discern anything clearly.
In the sky, bodies fell like dumplings, continuously dropping down.
The still-warm, bright red blood splattered outwards from the corpses, like a red rain, mixed with severed arms, legs, bones, blood-stained intestines, and other internal organs, countless blood clots and flesh fragments, the dense smell of blood, sickening.
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And within this chaotic and exceptionally bloody battlefield.
Like a meat grinder, within the vortex of endless combat and slaughter, there was a blood-stained figure – Wu Tao himself.
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As time passed, more and more cultivators perished on the battlefield, and the aura of slaughter and blood became increasingly potent.
The combined killing intent and blood of hundreds of thousands of cultivators was enough to churn the entire sky into chaos.
No matter who they were, those caught in the center of the battlefield, upon being struck by that terrifying aura, would immediately lose their minds and plunge into a frenzy of killing.
Even Wu Tao, who possessed an exceptionally firm will and strong self-control, was now bloodthirsty, reduced to a mere tool that only knew how to swing its blade.
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On the other side.
Even though the battlefield here was chaotic and the atmosphere frenzied, Xu Sheng, who had cultivated the Ice Heart Concentration Art and carried a concentration-calming artifact, remained clear-headed.
At this moment, Xu Sheng noticed Wu Tao's abnormality and hurriedly used his pure heart and calming spell to forcibly awaken him.
Wu Tao, having regained his senses, felt a surge of lingering fear. After thanking Xu Sheng, he ignored everything else and rushed to meet the incoming enemies.
Wu Tao, with the Soul-snatching Charm Bell on his head and the Dragon-piercing Ice Horn Bow in his hand, continuously fired ice arrows, occasionally drawing out the Immortal-slaying Demonic Blood Saber to clash with enemies.
With his senses clear, Wu Tao began to consider his retreat.
He maneuvered around, tacitly backing up against Xu Sheng, slowly withdrawing towards a safer rear area of the battlefield.
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With a sword strike, he cleaved the head of an early Foundation Establishment stage enemy. Without time to wipe the still-warm blood that splattered on his face, Wu Tao immediately engaged in the next battle.
His sword energy swept out like a magnificent tapestry, traversing and galloping, directly bisecting a nearby inner disciple of the Han Shui True Spirit Sect. Almost simultaneously, he sheathed his sword.
Immediately after, Wu Tao picked up the Dragon-piercing Ice Horn Bow, drawing it with consecutive shots, the bowstring vibrating repeatedly, accompanied by piercing wails. Two more cold corpses fell into the sea.
On the other side.
Xu Sheng, holding the Star-dotting Soft Silk Sword, took a large stride forward, piercing an enemy's head with the sword, causing splashes of blood.
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This incredibly brutal battlefield was now ferociously harvesting the lives of cultivators, and these fallen warriors did not find peace even in death.
The corpses of those who lost their lives, except for some demonic cultivators who collected bodies for their demonic arts and had a penchant for it, were otherwise left to fall into the sea.
Just like now, with hundreds of thousands of cultivators crowded together, desperately engaging in close-quarters combat, within just a few hours, thousands of cultivators had perished in this vast sea.
Their corpses became food for the sea beasts.
An inch of land, an inch of blood, be it your own or another's.
This was the cruelty of war.
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On the main central battlefield in the sky, the Flame War God Feng Junyi led the charge, his posture divine and immortal, not only overwhelmingly dominant and possessing abyssal might, but also filled with battle spirit, like a war god.
Ten intensely burning golden flames flew from his body, embodying the invincible scene of the rising sun and ten suns traversing the sky.
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Opposite Feng Junyi stood a man. His face was handsome yet cold. At first glance, he appeared no older than teenagers, yet possessed the沧桑 (cāngsāng - ruggedness/weathered look) of a middle-aged man of forty to fifty years. A brief gaze into his blue eyes felt like an irresistible pull, as if trying to swallow one's very soul.
"Gao Zhen!"
Feng Junyi solemnly uttered the name. Gao Zhen was one of the three top experts at the Core Formation stage in the Han Shui True Spirit Sect, one of the Three Immortals of the East Sea.
At only a little over three hundred years old, he had already reached the late Core Formation stage, his water-attribute cultivation techniques were earth-shattering, and his fame was almost on par with the Flame War God Feng Junyi.
Not only that, but Gao Zhen was also the young master of the Gao family, one of the "leading families" of the Han Shui True Spirit Sect.
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Gao Zhen stood in mid-air, his face unreadable. He looked at Feng Junyi and asked loudly, "You Qingzhou cultivators, relying on your strength, forcefully invaded my East Sea, damaged my East Sea's environment, and plundered my East Sea's resources. Why are you still so righteous today!"
Gao Zhen's tone was serious, his voice as clear and cold as spring water striking stones, sounding like waves crashing against reefs, evoking the sensation of plucking harp strings, yet hiding an endless killing intent.
"Hahaha!"
Upon hearing this, Feng Junyi threw his head back and laughed heartily. His black hair cascaded behind him, and the image of ten suns traversing the sky reappeared, a thousand-zhang, three-legged Golden Crow unfurling its wings, manifesting behind him.
Seeing this, Gao Zhen gripped his sword hilt with his right hand and still asked loudly, "Feng Junyi, do you have any objections to what I said?"
Feng Junyi's expression stiffened, and he replied, "Gao Zhen, I am an elder of the Taiyi Immortal Sect and a cultivator of Qingzhou. It is my responsibility to fight for the interests of the Taiyi Immortal Sect and Qingzhou."
"And it is your responsibility to fight for the East Sea and the Han Shui True Spirit Sect. This battle today is unavoidable. Since that is the case, why waste breath and invite ridicule."
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Gao Zhen sighed softly upon hearing this, then replied, "Very well, Feng Junyi. In that case, I shall send you on your way today, taking your head to appease the spirits of my fallen brethren in the underworld."
Feng Junyi paused, clearly surprised, then burst into wild laughter: "Hahaha, interesting, are you here for revenge?"
"I, Feng Junyi, have lived my life with a clear conscience, never going against my morals. Although countless souls are on my hands, this is the first time someone has come seeking revenge. Interesting, very interesting!"
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Gao Zhen's expression was indifferent, he did not reply, his gaze swept over Feng Junyi's face, as if imprinting his appearance deep into his heart.
The next second, an intense killing intent flashed in his eyes.
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