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, their exhilaration

the Demon Race, so their hearts had long been eager to charge forward. Even death was

opportune moment. Right

while thousands of troops in the cavalry led by Ah Hu followed closely behind. Amidst the army, hundreds of Shamans of various Realms

a sudden, colourful lights

sword light surged forth, as if Yang Kai was waving a grand banner, guiding the direction

thinking about the Seven-Coloured Mud in his

Yang Kai had no idea why it was her. However, it was meaningless to think about this at the moment.

high-grade material. If it existed in the future, it would definitely be an extremely rare precious treasure, something that would cause a reign of

the

familiar to him, but he could not recall where he had felt it before. This Seven-Coloured

Yang Kai was having doubts. He could not help

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. Yang Kai put aside his doubts and led

as a Heaven-destroying and Earth-shattering aura

and frightening that

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 flying out from the rear of the Barbarian Race and rushing towards the rear

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

the Demon

battlefield, resulting in a startling bang. The seven-coloured and black lights began to wrestle, neither side giving way to

cracked like another terrifying Two

they lost their balance, as if the ground they stood on had turned into a stormy sea, one with deadly waves that could

felt a sense of insignificance at this

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

each other, and while the Demon Saints were grinning, the

more. The fight was not as fierce as in the beginning, because they

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

between the two races

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

allies seemed to have been given

front of them, and open a path

an awl. They were unstoppable, and their allies continued to support them from all sides to eliminate the Demons

sword, the Shaman Niu Clan did not encounter any real

for this feat, however, belonged

support was reaching its limit

a rapid breakthrough, the line of the armies