Martial Peak

Translator: Silavin & Danny

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The whooshing noise filled the air as a few rounds of arrows were fired. The cavalries of both races suffered some injuries and the several-dozen-kilometre distance between them slowly narrowed, allowing the cavalries of the two races to clash with one another. Blood spurted everywhere in an instant, as flesh was cleaved from bone.

The cavalries of both races were knocked to the ground one after another. The ones who lost their mounts often died where they landed within ten breaths of time. It was the same for both the Barbarian Race and the Demon Race.

The arrows were still being fired, but their targets were no longer their opponent’s cavalry but the archers of both sides. This was an archery competition; whoever had better marksmanship and agility would have the upper hand.

The Barbarian Race suffered a small disadvantage. The Barbarian Spirit Archers were riding on flying Barbarian Beasts, so all their evasion relied on the mounts. On the other hand, all the archers from the Demon Race flew under their own power, which undoubtedly gave them better mobility.

The dull war drum echoed endlessly, as if it were a call from Ancient Times, arousing the excitement in the hearts of all Barbarians.

Just after a stick of incense worth of time, the clashes of the cavalries of both sides resulted in mountains of corpses and rivers of blood.

The initial confrontation was followed closely by the collision of ordinary Warriors. Millions of Barbarians and Demons tore into each other as if they had agreed upon it in advance. Everyone had only one thought in their mind, kill all the enemies and win the final victory.

The world had turned into a furnace, with flesh and blood as the coals, and the flames of war burning more and more furiously.

The Shaman Niu Clan remained unmoved, however, its members all standing quietly just outside their camp, watching the battle in front of them. The hundred thousand clansmen were almost unable to contain the impulse to charge in their hearts.

“Take this to the bottom of the Two Worlds Passage!”

Tiea suddenly came to Yang Kai and handed him a mass of Seven-Coloured Mud.

Yang Kai took it and turned to her in surprise.

“This is the key to victory!” Tiea remarked solemnly.

“Why is it you?” Yang Kai asked.

Tiea shook her head and did not answer, but urged, “Go!”

Yang Kai threw all distracting thoughts out of his mind as he did not have time to ask too much. He clenched the Seven-Coloured Mud in one hand, raised the Myriads Sword in the other, and bellowed in a deep voice, “Kill!”

the hundred thousand warriors of the Shaman Niu Clan roared, their exhilaration apparent on their

clansmen get slaughtered by the Demon Race, so their hearts had long

the opportune moment. Right now, the morale of the hundred thousand warriors of the Shaman Niu

Demon Beast, while thousands of troops in the cavalry led by Ah Hu followed closely behind. Amidst the army, hundreds of Shamans of various Realms

a sudden, colourful

Sword was still lifted high, and the dazzling sword light surged forth, as if Yang Kai was waving a grand banner, guiding

the Seven-Coloured Mud in his hand,

her. However, it was meaningless to think about this at the moment. Right now, he needed to understand how this lump of mud

a high-grade material. If it existed in the future, it would definitely be an extremely rare precious

the important point

he could not recall where he had felt it before. This Seven-Coloured Mud undoubtedly had the special effect of blocking out Divine Senses, so

Two Worlds Passage?] Yang Kai was having doubts. He could not help thinking

right now, and it was not the time for second-guessing. Yang

and rumbled as a Heaven-destroying and Earth-shattering

so powerful and frightening that it sent chills down everyone’s

that were in the middle of battle were stunned for a moment as they looked around, only to see a seven-coloured giant dragon as long as a thousand metres, swaying and flying out from the rear of the Barbarian Race

as a pitch-black light soared up into the sky and towards the seven-coloured dragon at an extremely fast speed, almost reaching it in the

Saints and the Demon Saints

resulting in a startling bang. The seven-coloured and black

cracked like another terrifying Two Worlds

if the ground they stood on had turned into a stormy sea, one with deadly waves that could

a sense of insignificance at this moment and

exchange between the Saints of the two races ended in a draw. The gigantic seven-coloured dragon and the

Demon Saints and the four Shaman Saints stared at each other, and while the Demon

the nine Saints clashed once more. The fight was not as fierce as in the beginning, because they all cared about

and could only hear bursts of rumbling noises from the sky while the occasional, dazzling radiance would make

bloody war between the two

Clan threw themselves into the battlefield that was covered in millions of people. It was like a stone tossed into a lake, causing a small

seemed to

open a path

high altitude, the Shaman Niu Clan mercilessly charged all the way into the battlefield of the two races like an awl. They were unstoppable, and their allies

sword, the Shaman Niu Clan did

belonged to the rapid

support was reaching its limit after an

the line of the armies was stretched too thin. The Shaman Niu Clan now had to fight on their own,