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

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

Kai’s order 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

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

a sudden,

surged forth, as if Yang Kai was

the Seven-Coloured Mud in his hand, wondering

was meaningless to think

in the future, it would definitely

the important point

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

not help thinking this was a joke, but Shaman Saint Xu’s expression a few days ago did

Niu Clan bore an important responsibility right now, and it was

as a Heaven-destroying and Earth-shattering aura

powerful and frightening

to see a seven-coloured giant dragon as

Demon Race as a pitch-black light soared up into the sky and towards the seven-coloured

and the Demon

startling bang. The seven-coloured and black lights began to wrestle, neither side giving way to the

terrifying Two Worlds Passage

they stood on had turned into a stormy sea, one with deadly waves that could

sense of insignificance at this moment and

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,

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 unleash their world-destroying

clouds. No one could see the situation of that battle and could only hear bursts of rumbling noises

bloody war between the two races started again

into the battlefield that was covered in millions of people. It was like

to

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

and their allies continued to support them from all sides to eliminate the Demons who tried to stop them,

few hundred Demons who died under Yang Kai’s sword, the Shaman Niu

for this feat, however, belonged to

was reaching

the Shaman Niu Clan successfully broke through a hundred kilometres, but because of such a rapid breakthrough, the line of the armies was stretched too thin. The Shaman Niu Clan