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!”

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

their hearts had long been eager to charge forward. Even death was better than standing in

could be said that Tiea’s message came at the opportune moment. Right now, the morale of the hundred thousand

Shamans of various Realms

sudden,

light surged forth, as if Yang Kai was waving

was thinking about the Seven-Coloured

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

the future, it would definitely be an extremely rare precious treasure, something that would

not the important point

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

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

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

as a Heaven-destroying and

aura was so powerful and frightening that it sent chills

moment as they looked around, only to see a seven-coloured giant dragon as long as a thousand metres,

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

the Demon Saints

resulting in a startling

Two Worlds Passage was about

had turned into a stormy sea, one

felt a sense of insignificance at this

gigantic seven-coloured dragon and the black beam vanished

other, and

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

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

bloody war between the two races

that was covered in millions of people. It was like a stone

seemed to

charging out in front of them, and open a path for the hundred thousand

of the two races like an awl. They were unstoppable, and their allies continued to support them from all sides to eliminate the Demons who tried to stop them, allowing the

the Shaman Niu Clan did not encounter any real battles. This

the credit for this feat, however, belonged to the

even this support was reaching its limit after

support, the Shaman Niu Clan successfully broke through a hundred kilometres, but because of such a rapid breakthrough, the line of the armies was stretched too thin. The Shaman Niu Clan now had to fight on their own, with fewer and fewer allies around to support