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!”

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

for too long and watched many of their clansmen get slaughtered by the Demon Race, so their hearts had long been eager to charge forward.

came just in time, or it could 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

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. 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 casting

a sudden, colourful

forth, as if Yang Kai was waving a

was thinking about the Seven-Coloured Mud in

why it was her. However, it was meaningless to think about this at the moment. Right now, he needed to understand how this lump

Mud was, only that it was a 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 terror

not the important point

could not recall where he had felt it before. This Seven-Coloured Mud undoubtedly

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

right now, and it was not the time for second-guessing. Yang Kai put aside

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

aura was so powerful and frightening that it sent chills

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

Shaman Saints and the Demon Saints had begun

resulting in a startling bang. The

another terrifying Two

had turned into a stormy sea, one with deadly waves that could swallow them whole at

of insignificance at this moment and

Saints of the two races ended in a draw. The gigantic seven-coloured dragon and the black beam vanished together and nine figures with profound auras suddenly appeared in

stared at each other, and while the

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

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

war between the two races started

battlefield that was covered in millions of people. It was like a stone tossed

their allies seemed to have been given clear

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 all Demons

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

hour later, besides a few hundred Demons who died under Yang Kai’s sword, the Shaman Niu Clan did not encounter

credit for this feat, however, belonged to the rapid response of

even this support was reaching

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