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!”

thousand warriors of the Shaman Niu Clan roared, their exhilaration apparent

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

message came at the opportune

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

a sudden,

if Yang Kai was waving a grand

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

Xu, but 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

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

was not the important point

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 effect of blocking out Divine Senses, so even if Yang Kai held it in his hand, he could not probe its interior to examine this

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

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

trembled and rumbled as

so powerful and frightening that it

two races that 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 as a thousand metres, swaying and flying out from the rear of the Barbarian Race and rushing towards the

up into the sky and towards the seven-coloured dragon at an extremely fast speed, almost reaching it in the blink of an

and the Demon Saints

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

like another terrifying Two Worlds Passage was

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

sense of insignificance at

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

in the beginning, because they all cared about their people below; however,

nine Saints soon disappeared, carrying 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

two

themselves into the battlefield that was covered in millions of people. It was like a stone tossed into a lake, causing a small ripple which was quickly

to have been given

surround them from all directions, charging out in front of them, and open

the two races like an awl. They were unstoppable, and their allies

Kai’s sword, the Shaman Niu

belonged to the rapid

even this support was reaching its limit after an

of the armies was stretched too thin.