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 Niu Clan roared,

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

be said that Tiea’s message came at the opportune moment. Right now, the morale of the hundred thousand warriors of the Shaman Niu Clan had reached its

Ah Hu followed closely behind. Amidst the army, hundreds of Shamans of various Realms chanted their incantations. They started with blessing the army

of a sudden, colourful

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

charged, Yang Kai was thinking about the Seven-Coloured Mud in his hand, wondering what it

messenger mentioned by Shaman Saint Xu, but Yang Kai had no idea why it was her. However, it was meaningless to think about this at the moment.

material. If it existed in the future, it would definitely be an extremely rare precious treasure, something that

the important

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

Worlds Passage?] Yang Kai was having doubts. He could not help thinking this was a joke, but

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

and rumbled as a Heaven-destroying and

and frightening that it sent chills

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 and rushing towards

terrifying aura emerged behind the Demon Race as a pitch-black light soared up into the sky and towards the seven-coloured dragon at an extremely fast speed, almost reaching

Saints and the Demon Saints had begun

attacks from both sides collided in the sky over the battlefield, resulting in a startling bang. The seven-coloured and black lights

sky cracked like another terrifying Two

on had turned into a stormy sea, one with deadly waves that

felt a sense of insignificance at

ended in a draw. The gigantic seven-coloured

each other, and while

as in the beginning, because they all cared about their people below; however, as they rose higher into the sky, they

out their final battle high above the clouds. No one could see the situation of that battle and could only hear bursts of rumbling noises from the sky while the occasional, dazzling radiance would make it seem as if a second Sun

war between the two races started again in

the Shaman Niu Clan threw themselves into the battlefield that was covered in millions of

their allies seemed to

directions, charging out in front of them, and open a path for the hundred thousand Shaman Niu Clansmen with their own

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 continued to support them

sword, the Shaman Niu Clan did not encounter any real battles. This was unimaginable on such a violent

belonged to the

reaching

of the armies was