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!”

warriors of the Shaman

and watched many of their clansmen get slaughtered by the Demon Race, so their hearts had long been eager to charge forward. Even death was better than standing in place as

order came just in time, or it could be said that Tiea’s message came at the opportune moment. Right now, the morale of

various Realms chanted their incantations. They started with blessing the army with Light Body Spell so that everyone could keep up with Yang

of a sudden,

the dazzling sword light surged forth, as if Yang Kai was waving a grand banner, guiding the direction of the

was thinking about the

no idea why it was her. However, it was meaningless to think about this

high-grade material. If it existed in the future, it would definitely

was not the important

a vitality in this Seven-Coloured Mud. This vitality was familiar to him, but 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 even if Yang Kai held it in his hand, he could not probe its interior to examine

help thinking this was a joke, but Shaman Saint Xu’s expression a few days ago did not seem

bore an important responsibility right now, and it was not the time for second-guessing. Yang

suddenly trembled and rumbled as

powerful and frightening that it

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

sky and towards the seven-coloured dragon at an extremely fast speed, almost reaching it in the blink of

and the Demon

resulting in a startling bang.

cracked like another terrifying Two

turned into a stormy sea,

sense of

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

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

other for a short moment, the nine Saints clashed once more. The fight was not as fierce as in the beginning,

high above the clouds. No one could see the situation of that battle and could only hear bursts of rumbling noises from the sky

war between the two races started again in heated

the Shaman Niu Clan threw themselves into the battlefield that was covered in millions of people. It was like a

to have been given clear

all directions, charging out in front of them, and open a path for the

unstoppable, and their allies continued to support them from all sides to eliminate the

few hundred Demons who died under Yang Kai’s sword, the Shaman Niu Clan did not encounter any real battles. This was unimaginable on such a violent and chaotic

for this feat, however, belonged to the rapid response of their

this support was reaching its limit

breakthrough, the line of the armies was stretched too thin. The Shaman Niu Clan now