The Peerless Emperor-Chapter 1272 - 1273: Closing In, Crisis!
Capítulo 1272: Chapter 1273: Closing In, Crisis!
Lang Zhankuang and his group were killing with great pleasure.
However, the Four-Eyed Spirit Clan over there was in a dire situation, and Yang Huanwen’s face was grim.
Why was his side suffering such a miserable defeat? It defied logic.
Even if there was a difference in strength, once they started fighting, unleashing the traits of their cultivation techniques to plunder the opponent’s aptitude, the scales of victory should tilt in their favor.
It was well-known that the essence of their cultivation techniques was far superior to those of the indigenous people of the Nine Heavens.
During the battle, when plundering aptitude, the Dao also affects the opponent.
As a result, the opponent’s battle power should sharply decrease, but as he looked around, he didn’t see this occurring among the people around him.
It seemed that they hadn’t successfully plundered the aptitude; instead, they were being completely suppressed, and the enemy was practically invincible.
Why did it turn out this way? Such a situation had never occurred in past wars; their Netherworld Clan was being suppressed, and their cultivation techniques were rendered ineffective.
From the front, the sounds of battle cries were transmitted; looking up ahead, he could clearly see two armies rampaging forward, unstoppable.
Xiang Yu’s Breaking Formation Army and Lv Bu’s Red Rabbit Army, the two great cavalry armies, surged forward like torrents.
Under their iron heels, there was no surviving egg; the enemy army was unable to withstand the assault of the two armies.
The Red Rabbit Army was unstoppable in its dominance, difficult to resist, and the Breaking Formation Army excelled at breaking formations, even more invincible.
Especially under their assault, the battle formation was formidable, awe-inspiring, and unstoppable; anyone standing in their way was courting death.
The Red Rabbit Army was like a dominant long spear, cutting down countless Soul Martial Artists of the Four-Eyed Spirit Clan.
The Breaking Formation Army was akin to a battle spear penetrating the enemy’s ranks, toppling countless enemy leaders.
What drove Yang Huanwen mad was the ape-like figure in the center, wielding a long stick with golden hoops on both ends, shimmering with golden light, changing size in his hands.
With each swing came countless deaths and injuries; merely grazing it meant harm, and touching it meant death.
Elsewhere, the towering figure of the Great Strength Demon Ape, gigantic like a mountain, carried a shoulder-mounted soul cannon, striking fear into their hearts.
Soul energy burst forth from it in tyrannical beams, powerful and exploding among their ranks, causing chaos and numerous casualties.
For any stragglers, he swung the massive soul cannon body directly at them with force, instantly shattering them into pieces.
This scene frightened Yang Huanwen greatly.
What exactly was the origin of Huaxia Empire’s army, to possess such powerful strength, overwhelmingly domineering?
Moreover, he personally witnessed the elders of his clan, powerful entering Dao Realm figures, being overwhelmed by the soul martial artists of the enlightenment realm from the opposing side.
This scene shattered his understanding; he truly hadn’t expected the opponent’s combat power to be this formidable.
Compared to them, his people appeared like weak children challenging grown adults.
Yang Huanwen’s pupils contracted; noteworthy was his realization that during this fierce battle, the opponent’s aptitude seemed unaffected, not plundered.
As if the advantages of his side’s cultivation techniques had vanished completely.
Thinking this, Yang Huanwen looked toward the direction of the Void Warship ahead.
With eyes like torches, he naturally saw the silhouette of Lin Qian standing on the enemy warship.
Currently, the surrounding battlefield was clearly passive, seemingly with no chance for reversal.
An idea suddenly surfaced in Yang Huanwen’s mind; they could only take this path now.
At this moment, his eyes also turned to the minister beside him, and the minister’s gaze shifted over, looking in his direction.
Their eyes intersected in this void, understanding each other’s thoughts, nodding in agreement.
Simultaneously, they looked toward Yang Huanguang.
Yang Huanguang understood, unleashing his soul consciousness, rushing into the surrounding void.
In an instant, the void was filled with countless powerful figures, all soul martial artists in the entering Dao realm, with extraordinary presence.
Some were from the Four-Eyed Spirit Clan, while others were unmistakably from the Eight-Eyed Divine Race.
The sudden addition of powerful individuals to the battlefield was surprising.
Even Lin Qian’s side was taken aback, unable to discern how these people appeared.
Realizing this, his expression instantly darkened.
Indeed, one mustn’t underestimate the heroes of the world; everyone has their unique skills, just like the Four-Eyed Spirit Clan and the Eight-Eyed Divine Race.
The unexpectedly emerged strong individuals instantly entangled Huaxia Empire’s powerful warriors, causing them difficulty in escaping.
Moreover, these people, once engaged in battle, didn’t aim to win but to delay the opposition, entangling them relentlessly, causing much annoyance.
After all, these peak battle powers of the empire were constrained by Lin Qian’s realm, only in the enlightenment realm, unable to shake free of them quickly.
Meanwhile, witnessing the Huaxia Empire’s battle powers being held, Yang Huanwen, Yang Huanguang, and the minister simultaneously flew toward Lin Qian’s warship.
The three of them were entering Dao realm figures, holding peak positions in the Nine Heavens, with formidable battle power.
Given that Huaxia Empire’s forces were fully deployed and their peak battle powers were entangled, there was no hindrance to stopping them.
“Not good, they intend to attack His Majesty.” Wei Ziliang was alarmed, considering even if he fell, the young lord must remain unharmed.
In fear, he hurriedly aimed to turn around and rush to Lin Qian’s aid.
Just then, a newly appearing entering Dao realm soul martial artist had him tightly surrounded, preventing him from breaking free to assist, leaving him helplessly watching the three approach Lin Qian’s warship.
On the warship, the guarding soldiers were about to stop them, but four more entering Dao realm Eight-Eyed Divine Race individuals appeared in the void and attacked these soldiers.
Even the mighty Huaxia Empire soldiers were no match for these entering Dao realm strong figures.
The soldiers gathered, forming a battle, consolidating their strength, just barely holding them back.
The four appeared abruptly and simultaneously struck, shattering the warship’s defense barrier.
The next moment, Yang Huanwen, Yang Huanguang, and the minister arrived on the deck, looking toward Lin Qian.
However, they found Lin Qian’s expression unperturbed, instead interestedly bypassing them to watch the fighting Eight-Eyed Divine Race figures.
“Indeed, their attire is quite an intriguing soul device.” Lin Qian’s next words were unexpected.
