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

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

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

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.

sudden, colourful

still lifted high, and the dazzling sword light surged forth, as if Yang Kai was waving a grand banner, guiding the direction

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

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

Seven-Coloured Mud was, only that it was a high-grade material. If it existed in the

not the important

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

could not help thinking this was a joke, but Shaman Saint

an important responsibility right now, and it was not the time

and rumbled as a Heaven-destroying and

aura was so powerful and frightening that it

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

into the sky and towards the seven-coloured dragon at an extremely fast

Saints and the Demon Saints had

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

another terrifying Two

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

sense of insignificance at this

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

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

at each other for a short moment, the nine 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

and could

war between the two

was covered in millions of people. It was like a

allies seemed to have been given clear

charging out in front of them, and open a path for the hundred thousand Shaman Niu Clansmen with their own flesh and

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

Yang Kai’s sword, the Shaman Niu Clan did not encounter any real battles. This was

this feat, however, belonged to the rapid

reaching its limit after an

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