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

so their hearts

time, or it could be said that Tiea’s message came at the opportune

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

sudden, colourful

dazzling sword light surged forth, as if Yang Kai

the Seven-Coloured Mud in his hand,

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

in the future, it would definitely be an extremely rare precious treasure, something that

not the important

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

Yang Kai was having doubts. He could not help

had to be released. The Shaman Niu Clan bore an important responsibility right now, and it was not the time

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

powerful and frightening that it sent chills down everyone’s

to see a seven-coloured giant dragon as long as a thousand metres, swaying and flying out from the rear of

soared up into the sky and towards

the Demon Saints had begun

battlefield, resulting in a startling

cracked like another terrifying Two

as if the ground they stood on had turned into a stormy

a sense of insignificance at this

of the two races ended in a draw. The gigantic seven-coloured dragon and the

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

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

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

between the two races started again in

into the battlefield that was covered in millions of people. It was like a stone tossed into a lake, causing

seemed to have been given clear

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 who blocked

Shaman Niu Clan mercilessly 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 Demons

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

for this feat, however, belonged

reaching its

such a rapid breakthrough, the line of the armies was stretched too thin. The