Martial Peak

Translator: Silavin & Danny

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Editor and Proofreader: Leo of Zion Mountain & Dhael Ligerkeys

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!”

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

Race, so their hearts had

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

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. They started with blessing the army with Light Body Spell so that everyone could keep up with Yang Kai and the cavalry, and then began

sudden, colourful lights

Sword was still lifted high, and the dazzling sword light surged forth, as if Yang

Kai was thinking about the Seven-Coloured

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

it existed in the

not the

that Yang 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

thing in the mud to seal the Two Worlds Passage?] Yang Kai was having doubts. He could not help thinking this was a

bore an important responsibility right

and rumbled as

was so powerful and frightening that it sent

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

the Demon Race as a pitch-black light soared up into the sky and

Demon

from both sides collided in the sky over the battlefield, resulting in a startling bang.

sky cracked like another terrifying Two Worlds

if the ground they stood on had turned into

a sense of insignificance at this moment

the two races ended in a draw. The gigantic seven-coloured dragon and the black beam vanished together and nine figures

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

nine Saints clashed once more. The fight was not as fierce as in the

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

two races

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

to

Shaman Niu Clan passed, fellow Ancient Barbarians would surround them from all directions, charging out in front of them, and open a path for the hundred thousand Shaman Niu Clansmen with their own flesh and blood, slaughtering

way into the battlefield of the two races like an awl. They were unstoppable, and their allies continued to support them from all sides

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

belonged to the

reaching

to the allies’ 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