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 Shaman Niu Clan roared, their exhilaration apparent on

the Demon Race, so their hearts had long been eager to charge

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

various Realms chanted their incantations. They started with blessing the army with Light Body

of a sudden, colourful

high, and the dazzling sword light surged forth, as if Yang

thinking about the Seven-Coloured Mud in his hand,

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

only that it was a high-grade material. If it existed in the future,

was not the important

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

was having doubts. He could not help thinking this was a joke, but Shaman Saint Xu’s expression a few days

was already fitted to the string, and it had to be released. The Shaman Niu Clan bore an important responsibility right now, and it was not the time for second-guessing.

trembled and rumbled as a Heaven-destroying and Earth-shattering aura

powerful and frightening that

seven-coloured giant dragon as long as a thousand metres, swaying

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

the Demon Saints

both sides collided in the sky over the battlefield, resulting in a startling bang. The seven-coloured and black lights began to wrestle, neither

Two Worlds Passage was about to

they stood on had turned into a stormy sea, one

felt a sense of insignificance at this moment

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

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

Saints clashed once more. The fight was not as fierce as in the beginning, because they all cared about their people below; however, as they rose higher into the sky, they started to

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

war between the two races started

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

their allies seemed to have been given clear

of them, and open a path for the hundred thousand Shaman Niu Clansmen with their own flesh and blood, slaughtering

races like an awl. They were unstoppable, and their allies continued to support them from all sides to

under Yang Kai’s sword, the Shaman Niu Clan did

the credit for this feat, however, belonged to

even this support was reaching

successfully broke through a hundred kilometres, but because of such a rapid breakthrough, the line of the armies