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!”

of the Shaman Niu Clan roared, their exhilaration

their hearts had long been eager to charge forward. Even

came just in time, or it could be said that Tiea’s message came at the opportune moment. Right now,

Hu followed closely behind. Amidst the army, hundreds of Shamans of various Realms chanted their incantations. They

of a sudden,

forth, as if Yang Kai was waving a grand banner, guiding

the Seven-Coloured

Kai had no idea why it was her. However, it was meaningless to think about this at the

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

the important

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

Shaman Saints expect the thing in the 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 expression a few days ago did not

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

suddenly trembled and rumbled as a

aura was so powerful and frightening that it sent chills down

were stunned for a moment as they looked around, only to see a seven-coloured giant dragon as long as

sky and towards the seven-coloured dragon at

and the Demon

startling bang. The seven-coloured and black lights began to wrestle, neither

cracked like another terrifying Two Worlds Passage was about to

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

felt a sense of insignificance at this moment

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

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

The fight was 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

battle and could only hear bursts of

between the two

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

allies seemed to have

passed, fellow Ancient Barbarians would surround them from all directions, charging out in front of them, and open

the 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 who tried to stop them,

Shaman Niu Clan did not encounter any real battles. This

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

reaching its limit

of such a rapid breakthrough, the line of the armies was stretched too thin. The Shaman Niu Clan now had to fight on