Mo Wudao and the other two reached out to catch the battle standard descending from the sky, and their eyes suddenly shone with brilliant light! It was as if the splendor of life had bloomed in that moment!
It was as if the flames of their souls were fiercely igniting! It seemed that the glory of ten thousand years had finally returned to them at this moment!
As if this battle standard represented the acknowledgment and gratitude of the entire continent! This life had not been lived in vain!
"Heroes of the Holy Lands! Farewell!" Jun Moxie shouted loudly, "I, Jun Moxie, bid you farewell here!" As he spoke, he slowly raised his hand and gave a solemn military salute to the silent, orderly ranks below!
Everyone in the Holy Lands fell silent for a moment, and then suddenly spoke in unison: "Monarch of Evil, whether in the next life we are friends or foes, this kindness and sentiment will be remembered in our hearts!" When Jun Moxie gave them the Heaven-Defying Pills, they had accepted them calmly. When Jun Moxie healed their injuries, they treated it as routine.
Even when Jun Moxie presented them with divine weapons on the battlefield, they hadn't said much. But now, they were sincerely grateful.
For Jun Moxie's understanding! Because at this moment, Jun Moxie represented the entire continent!
With that, the seven thousand people from the Three Great Holy Lands walked away without looking back! Finally, the five remaining garrison guards who had been roaming outside, previously following Xia Changtian, also joined the suicidal army of the Holy Lands at this moment without the slightest hesitation.
No one felt the least bit surprised by their return. The procession moved not an inch, yet accepted them!
Regardless of what happened before, now, they were simply comrades marching to death together, nothing more! In this mortal world, fighting side by side!
On the road to the Yellow Springs, still striving together! Mo Wudao, Xi Ruochen, Huyan Aobo, Leng Tong, Qu Wuhui, Cheng Yinxiang...
Faces walked past, marked by determination and serenity... High above the sky, Gu Han abruptly closed his eyes, and two streams of tears finally burst forth uncontrollably...
Seven thousand disciples, the final elite force of the Holy Lands! From this day forward, the Three Great Holy Lands, which had flourished across the continent for ten thousand years...
would finally become history! Becoming a monument!
Opposite them, a strange sound rose from the Eastern Northern Island: "Warriors of the Sun God Clan! Your most glorious moment has arrived!
The Shrine of Sun Worship has opened its embrace for your sacrifice today! Your names and deeds shall be transmitted through eternal ages!
Your souls will surely return to the warm embrace of the Great Sun God! Immortal forever!
Warriors, for the future of the Sun God Clan, for your eternity! Kill!" The Eastern Northern Island suddenly gathered energy in his Dantian, roaring with all his might: "Sha Ji Ha Ma mm~!" (Well, in the Sun God Clan's tongue, this means, Charge!
... Hmph, something I picked up from Guerrilla Warfare, the onomatopoeia might be inaccurate, but you can't blame my poor ear, because that truly isn't human language...) "Sha Ji Ha Ma n...~" Nearly twenty thousand alien Saint Emperor warriors roared in unison, their necks bulging, veins popping, voices strained to the extreme, and then, like a suddenly surging tide, they charged forward in a massive wave!
Behind them, nearly ten thousand experts at the Apex level were holding the line! Jun Moxie and the Fourteenth Young Master of Jiuyou both frowned.
They could naturally see that the remaining ten thousand-plus fighters were the true foundation of the alien forces! They were the true powerhouses who had reached their profound cultivation through their own strength, possessing the true high-level cultivation!
"Prepare! The real fight is about to begin!" Jun Moxie whispered.
The Fourteenth Young Master of Jiuyou held his Divine Flute, saying lightly, "Try to disperse the attack range as much as possible. Even when divided into the most minuscule fragments, the power of your flames will not diminish." "I understand!" Jun Moxie gritted his teeth.
"With my current strength, the maximum I can unleash at full power in a short period is just one wave. To launch another, I'll need at least an hour.
How many of their fighting forces do you estimate this wave can eliminate?" "That's truly hard to say; we can only do our best!" The face of the Fourteenth Young Master of Jiuyou also appeared exceptionally grave. He knew the weight of Jun Moxie's words.
Although the Three Great Holy Lands were prepared for sacrifice, the moment they should truly sacrifice themselves was against the final ten thousand-plus powerhouse experts of the alien race, not the twenty thousand-plus cannon fodder charging up now! Whether these twenty thousand people could cause damage, and how much, depended entirely on the performance of the Fourteenth Young Master of Jiuyou’s single tune!
Soul-Chasing Sword Across a Thousand Miles! Could it truly chase a soul for a thousand miles?
On the battlefield, the two armies were rapidly closing the distance! The Holy Land forces advanced steadily, step by step, in complete silence.
The opposing alien army charged forward with frenzied howling. One side was utterly silent, the other deafeningly loud!
This was undoubtedly the sharpest contrast! The alien force deployed this time consisted entirely of Saint Emperor level masters.
Even if they were spurred on by some special secret technique, currently, they were solid Saint Emperor level experts, moving with incredible speed. In the blink of an eye, the entire army had crossed the open ground in the middle.
They descended like crows swarming across the sky, utterly unrestrained. Just at this moment, following a light shout in the sky, the entire world suddenly darkened!
And the key to the dimming heavens was the countless specks of black flame floating up into the sky, obscuring the sun and the earth! Simultaneously, an endless aura of killing instantly enveloped the land and sky!
Then, an extremely passionate melody abruptly echoed across the heavens! The moment this sound arose, even peak experts at the Saint Monarch level could not help but sense that the entire sky seemed instantly filled with icy, sharp swords following the tune!
It was as if billions of deadly long swords were gathered in mid-air! Poised to strike!
The Fourteenth Young Master of Jiuyou, at this moment, seemed to ignite and burn all of his Nine Nether True Qi, rapidly forming a massive black cloud mass in the air! As the Divine Flute performance began, the sound immediately became extremely sharp, reaching the ultimate pinnacle of keenness!
When the volume was pushed to its highest, there was suddenly a "boom," as if something exploded in the air! Then, countless black swords of light suddenly appeared in the sky!
A rough estimate showed at least tens of thousands! Mixed with piercing whistles, the black swords of light fiercely dove down!
The Chaos Flames, which had been floating quietly in mid-air, suddenly seemed to find an anchor; every single flame attached itself to a black sword of light, rushing down at high speed! It was like a snail crawling slowly suddenly transforming into a fierce eagle snatching prey at high speed!
These events, while sounding lengthy, actually took less than a tenth of a blink of an eye from the appearance of the black flames to the Chaos Flames suddenly accelerating down with the black swords! In an instant!
Yet, all the alien master faces charging forward displayed expressions of utter indifference! Chests out, they charged forward!
This sudden attack from above was undoubtedly vast in scope, and its power was extremely shocking! If this wave of attack were focused on only ten, or even a few hundred people, it might achieve quite satisfactory results.
But... The target scope now enveloped nearly ten thousand individuals!
No matter who launched this attack from the sky, it was still only one person! How great can the power of one person be?
Even if the attacker was a Saint, simultaneously attacking twenty thousand Saint Emperors, it might not achieve any substantial effect! The power of an individual has never reached such a level!
If one person could truly heavily wound an army of over ten thousand with a single strike, that would be legend, a myth! Human power has its limits; it is absolutely impossible to create such a miracle!
Therefore, the alien Saint Emperor army dismissed the attack with utter disdain. This wave of attack could at most serve to frighten people!
We weren't planning on returning alive anyway. What effect could such a superficial, threatening attack have?
Even if struck in the chest by a black sword of light, it absolutely couldn't pierce the protective True Qi! What a joke!
The one capable of launching an attack of this magnitude was undoubtedly a peak expert, but this expert’s actions seemed utterly brainless! Was it the legendary "brain-dead"?!
With this mindset, all the charging alien masters facing this wide-ranging attack with extremely limited damage potential didn't even bother to block—they used their own bodies as weapons and charged through. The moment they made contact with the opposing warriors, they immediately initiated the extreme measure of self-detonation!
Everyone was resolved. But the next moment, cruel reality ruthlessly overturned their calculations!
The black swords of light flashed past; such speed was already approaching the speed of light! It had surpassed all limits of speed in the world!
The formation of the alien Saint Emperor troops was already extremely dense, and the attack enveloped at least four-fifths of their ranks! The attack concluded, and the swords, having expended all their power, vanished.
But their mission had been perfectly completed. Specks of black flame, like black snowflakes, quietly adhered to the bodies of many, many alien warriors.
Some people appeared to have several specks clinging to them... The ultimate show officially began!
"Stop!" Mo Wudao's expression sharpened, and he waved his hand, halting the advance of the Holy Land contingent. Quietly watching the small black flames burning silently, everyone's eyes filled with deep apprehension.
Just a few days ago, the scene of dozens of Holy Land experts being burned to death flashed before their eyes. That elegant cruelty made everyone's scalps tingle.
This sight let everyone know one thing—the Jun Mo Gang had made a move! While the swords of light, in their pursuit of speed, had failed to inflict much damage, the alien Saint Emperor experts who had been preparing for extreme self-detonation and were triumphantly shouting as they charged forward suddenly heard a piercing scream erupt inexplicably among them.
This was undoubtedly an unfortunate soul; the Chaos Flame had happened to land precisely on the exposed skin of his face. Starting with this scream, countless more cries followed one after another.
Thousands of people rolled onto the ground almost simultaneously, writhing in extreme agony, and then, even more people let out bloodcurdling shrieks, frantically clawing at themselves, rolling uselessly on the ground...