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

their hearts had long been eager to charge forward. Even death was

said that Tiea’s message came at the opportune moment.

army on his 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 chanted their incantations.

sudden, colourful

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

about the Seven-Coloured Mud

Saint Xu, but Yang Kai had no idea why it was her. However, it was meaningless to think about this at the moment. Right now, he needed to understand how this lump of mud was the

what this Seven-Coloured Mud was, only that it was a high-grade material. If it existed in the future, it would definitely be an extremely

the important

Kai felt 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

expect the thing in the mud to seal the Two Worlds Passage?] Yang Kai was having doubts. He 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 in

arrow was already fitted to the string, and it had to be released. The Shaman Niu Clan bore an important responsibility right

suddenly trembled and rumbled as a Heaven-destroying and

aura was so powerful and frightening

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

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

Saints and the Demon Saints

in a startling bang. The seven-coloured and black lights began

another terrifying Two Worlds

on had turned into a stormy sea, one with deadly

of insignificance at this

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

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

the beginning, because they all cared about

situation of that battle and could only hear bursts of rumbling noises from the

war between the two races started again in heated

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

seemed to have been

would surround them from all directions, charging out in front of them, and open a

mercilessly charged all the way into the battlefield 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 Shaman Niu Clan to pass through quickly and

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

however, belonged to the

support was reaching its

line of the armies was