: Battlefield

Three venomous serpents at the Golden Core level, each as massive as an elephant and astonishingly fast, charged forward from behind in pursuit.

Diao Ye retreated into the purple-black poisonous mist, casting spells to stir the fog, which swept low across the ground.

Wu Lan, wielding a venomous thorn spear, continuously prowled the periphery, hurling it intermittently. Almost every throw claimed the life of a soldier.

With poison fog ahead, venomous serpents behind, and Golden Core barbarian cultivators harassing from the sides, the Three Generals Camp was like a black bear trapped in an ambush, besieged from all directions.

Zhang Hei finally couldn't hold back any longer, the veins on his neck bulging as he bristled with rage: "A bunch of petty scoundrels!"

He brandished the Black Serpent Spear in his hand, directly activating the military tactics contained within the weapon.

Military Tactic: Overwhelming Army Advance!

The military strength of the Three Generals Camp, along with his own magical power, instantly dropped by forty percent, coalescing into numerous Black Water soldiers.

The soldiers poured forth like a tide, surging and gushing toward all directions.

They charged into the purple-black poisonous mist; though each dissolved almost immediately, they neutralized large amounts of the fog. The poison mist around the Three Generals Camp rapidly dissipated, clearing the area and temporarily freeing them from this peril.

The soldiers continued their charge toward Diao Ye, who felt an intense pressure welling up, forcing him to retreat step by step.

Wu Lan let out a shout, darting around as he sensed an invisible force pressing down on him. Struggling against this immense power, he had no choice but to fall back.

His face turned purplish, and he repeatedly threw his venomous thorn spear, which reformed just as quickly.

But these spears were all forced to the ground mid-flight by the invisible pressure, achieving nothing.

More soldiers surged like a black tidal wave toward the three Golden Core-level venomous serpents.

The serpents hissed, opening their massive mouths to devour soldier after soldier. Their tails swept across, blasting through rows of soldiers and clearing large swathes of space.

The soldiers' weapons struck the serpents, leaving trails of wounds. From these injuries, copious amounts of venom gushed out, covering nearby soldiers and dissolving or poisoning them on the spot.

Though the soldiers were no match for the venomous serpents in single combat, their advantage lay in sheer numbers, advancing wave upon wave without end.

The serpents' momentum was successfully stalled, their size slowly diminishing amid the fierce battle. Their aura also continuously declined from its peak.

"General Zhang is mighty!"

"Huzzah!"

The true soldiers of the Three Generals Camp cheered, their morale stabilizing as their military strength began to recover more rapidly.

Seeing this, Wu Lan felt indignant, his face twisted with resentment.

Venom Technique: Poison Thorn Stabs the Heart!

Wu Lan extended his five fingers, made a grasping motion, and once again used his magical power to form a venomous spear, clutching it in his hand.

But this spear was much smaller than the previous ones, akin to a chopstick.

Wu Lan's eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets. He stared fixedly at the Three Generals Camp, his expression ferocious, eyes bloodshot.

The masses of officers and soldiers of the Three Generals Camp filled his vision.

Wu Lan extended his left hand.

His palm was pitch black, with blood light emanating from the lines. The blood light swirled, gathering at the center of his palm to form the shape of a heart.

Wu Lan tightly gripped the small venomous spear with his right hand and viciously stabbed it into his left palm.

The spear pierced directly through the heart-shaped blood light.

Wu Lan's expression didn't change; he only let out a muffled grunt.

In contrast, many soldiers clutched their chests, crying out in agony from the intense pain.

Often after just one cry, they collapsed to the ground, dead from the poison.

With no visible attack, their comrades died in such a bizarre and gruesome manner, chilling many soldiers. The morale of the Three Generals Camp wavered.

After stabbing through his palm, Wu Lan immediately pulled out the spear and stabbed his left palm a second time.

Blood splattered, and agonizing pain struck again.

And again, casualties mounted among the soldiers of the Three Generals Camp.

Wu Lan repeatedly pierced his left palm, his movements agile, his demeanor ruthless. His previously furrowed brows gradually relaxed.

Excruciating pain kept coming, but he quickly adapted, moving from endurance to a state of enjoyment.

His left palm now had over a dozen holes, almost completely shredded.

The results he achieved also peaked, with at least eighty soldiers killed as a result.

"Heart poison?!" Liu Er utilized both his spiritual sense and innate talent simultaneously, only then discerning the cause of their deaths from the corpses.

A sense of powerlessness rose in his heart.

Relying solely on his own protective measures, defending against such a bizarre attack was exceptionally difficult.

Innate Talent: Purple-Bearded Surprise!

Guan Hong intervened fiercely.

He wildly activated the Crimson Face Blood Calamity Scripture, his entire body radiating with blood light.

The light was a deep, profound red, so intense it verged on purple.

The purple light was blindingly bright, directly illuminating Wu Lan and freezing his movements for an instant.

Military Tactic: Direct Thrust!

This was the Blood Dragon Saber's inherent military tactic, allowing Guan Hong to instantly unleash an assault, often seizing the initiative.

This was the advantage of mastering a weapon!

A crimson sabre aura took shape, striking before Wu Lan with the speed of lightning.

"Damn it!" Wu Lan's expression was frozen, but his emotions still shifted.

Intense terror swept through his entire body.

But the next moment, venom swirled at his feet, rapidly forming a spherical barrier to shield him.

Innate Talent: Thousand Whiskers Reflect Blood!

Guan Hong glared furiously, several strands of his eight-foot-long beard snapping off.

The broken strands reverted into large amounts of vital blood, directly infusing into the Blood Dragon Saber.

The Blood Dragon Saber's aura violently surged, making the crimson sabre aura even more dominant and sharp.

The Blood Dragon Saber aura pierced through the black venom barrier and, without losing momentum, cleaved Wu Lan in two!

"Wu Lan" turned into two puddles of venomous water, then splattered onto the ground.

Guan Hong, originally confident of success, now found his attack futile and couldn't help but show a flicker of surprise.

The next moment, from a nearby pool of venomous rain, Wu Lan was squeezed out.

Soaked through, he knelt on the ground, staring at Guan Hong again, his face filled with shock.

Just moments ago, he had almost no ability to resist Guan Hong.

Guan Hong's innate talents complemented each other, allowing him to unleash extreme offensive power in an instant, often making him hard to withstand.

Wu Lan considered himself quite formidable among Golden Core level combatants.

But now, comparing himself to Guan Hong, he immediately realized the latter was far stronger!

Guan Hong, however, ignored him, looking instead toward Tu Ming in the distance.

The one who had just saved Wu Lan was none other than the Great Poison Belly Shaman of the Hundred Poisons tribe!

Tu Ming stood seven feet tall, with a bronzed complexion and a robust build.

He wore animal skins, was barefoot, and had the corpse of a large snake wrapped around his body.

Numerous accessories made from snake bones and viper scales adorned his entire form.

Around his neck hung a necklace dangling with fangs and numerous venom sacs.

Having observed the battle so far and seen the new combat strength of the Three Generals Camp, Tu Ming knew that without revealing some trump cards and paying a price, he couldn't easily defeat this enemy force.

So, he plucked one of the venom sacs from his necklace and channeled magical power into it.

The sac shrunk to palm size, held in the Poison Belly Shaman's hand.

He pressed his fingers into the sac, kneading it continuously.

As he worked it, the sac slowly released a yellowish-brown poisonous gas.

Venom Technique: Rotten Flesh Sores!

The poison gas swiftly drifted; no matter what methods the three generals or Ning Zhuo used, they couldn't completely dispel it.

Soon, several wisps of the gas were inhaled by soldiers.

The affected soldiers screamed in agony, clawing at their own skin.

Toxic sores appeared on their skin, unbearably itchy.

But scratching them open caused the sores to ooze pus, eroding the surrounding healthy skin and enlarging the sores significantly.

The sores quickly spread over their bodies, causing large patches of flesh to rot away, exposing white bones, leading to a gruesome death.

Even the three generals felt itching all over as sores gradually appeared.

Liu, Guan, and Zhang immediately used their respective methods to try and treat it, but not only was it ineffective, it worsened the condition!

The three generals' expressions changed one after another.

Tu Ming sneered, "My Rotten Flesh Sore technique specifically counters those with a body refinement foundation. The stronger the foundation, the harder it is to suppress the sores, and the faster the erosion."

"Enjoy it, Liu, Guan, Zhang!"

"This time is different from the last ambush."

"You have no reinforcements! Even if you call for help, the other three armies are likely struggling to protect themselves."

Under Lu Hongtu's planning, the Thousand Peaks Forest side executed precise countermeasures.

Tu Ming, Diao Ye, and Wu Lan—these three barbarian cultivators—were just one part of it.

Jade Sky Giant Wood Mountain.

The Golden Halberd Army, while circling the mountain, was attacked by a wolf pack.

Wolves covered the fields and hills, forming a tidal wave of assault, attacking the Golden Halberd Army in successive waves.

Sun Gan, clad in fine armor, his expression cold and arrogant: "Just the same old trick."

"Gu Ya, you seem to mistake my Golden Halberd Army for the Barbarian Demon Camp."

"How can such a wolf pack stop my Golden Halberd Army?!"

With that, he activated military tactics, maintained the battle formation, and led the Golden Halberd Army forward with high morale, courageously advancing.

The entire Golden Halberd Army resembled an unstoppable sharp golden war halberd, cleaving through the blue and gray waves of the wolf pack assault, advancing unimpeded!

Wherever they went, military tactics ran rampant, countless mountain wolves fell, becoming corpses.

"Unless you deploy your few Golden Core level wolf guards, sending more troops is just useless sacrifice." Sun Gan ruthlessly mocked Gu Ya in the distance.

The heavy casualties of the wolf pack filled Gu Ya with rage and hatred. Gnashing his teeth, he said, "Sun Gan, you think I'm the main force? I'm only tasked with tying down your army."

"The one who will really deal with you is someone else!"

As he spoke, the invisibility spell behind him gradually faded, revealing a Nascent Soul level expert who had been hiding there until now.

His body was extremely robust, his chest as broad as a city gate, with an elephant's head and a human body, limbs thick as tree trunks, and light blue skin all over.

A pair of snow-white tusks curved out from either side of his nostrils like two crescent moons, or perhaps two curved blades.

"The current Elephant King?!" Sun Gan's heart skipped a beat at the sight of this silent giant demon.

Boom!

The current Elephant King crashed into the Golden Halberd Army's formation like a falling mountain.

Sun Gan was shoved from the front of the ranks all the way to the middle of the formation.

Sun Gan bled from his nose and mouth, slowly looking up to see the mountain-like Elephant King, overshadowed by the glaring sun above, gazing down at him mercilessly.

Crescent Hook Giant Wood Mountain.

The enemy suddenly appeared atop the mountain.

His eyes were covered with a black cloth, his upper body bare and painted with blood totems, two massive crescent blades strapped to his back.

It was Di Lu!

The Red Flower Camp quickly formed up their formation.

The Red Flower Manifestation had just begun to coalesce when suddenly the heavens and earth changed!

The bright daytime sky abruptly turned into a moonlit night.

In the deep night sky, a crescent moon hung high like a hook.

The crescent moon swayed slightly and hooked away the half-formed Red Flower Manifestation above the Red Flower Camp!

The manifestation was suspended in the night sky, cut off from its source, and began to rapidly dissipate.

The Red Flower Camp fell into chaos.

Even the veterans were experiencing such a dire situation for the first time.

"Stay calm!" Mu Lan shouted loudly while activating her techniques.

Military Tactic: Morale Boost!

Once the army's heart was stabilized, Mu Lan again mobilized the soldiers, gradually creating a second Red Flower Manifestation.

But before it could fully form, the crescent moon swayed again, hooking away the second manifestation!

The Red Flower Camp's morale fell once more, and even Mu Lan herself rarely furrowed her brows.

She hadn't expected Thousand Peaks Forest to counter the Red Flower Battle Formation to such an extent!

"This is a Dao Field!"

"The ancient god worshipped by the Azure Moon tribe has finally made a move."

Mu Lan immediately guessed the truth.

A Dao Field isn't something that can be set up easily.

Generally, cultivators need to reach at least the Void Refining stage to establish their own Dao Field.

But there are exceptions.

The biggest exception is gods.

Gods naturally can wield certain laws of heaven and earth; if they reach a level of divine comprehension, it's called a divine ability!

By applying their mastery and understanding of the laws of heaven and earth, gods can, to some extent, reshape the world, forming a Dao Field.

Instances like the Dice Bone Demon God and the current Azure Moon Ancient God are examples.

For a moment, Mu Lan was at a loss.

In the Azure Moon Ancient God's Dao Field, there were special rules.

Though she hadn't yet probed them out, she was certain that the Red Flower Manifestation didn't even have a chance to form.

"This will be an extremely difficult and bitter battle!" Mu Lan's face was slightly pale, her mood沉重无比.

Bristle Hair Giant Wood Mountain.

The Barbarian Demon Camp was also in trouble.

Mountain boars attacked!

The boars formed a torrent, continuously charging out from the sparse mountain forests, fiercely assaulting the Barbarian Demon Camp's base.

Traps were trampled flat, trenches quickly filled, and palisades and cheval de frise were smashed by the boars.

Xu Dali had long since taken to the field, challenging Ju Bing, the mastermind controlling the boar horde, to battle!

Ju Bing and Gu Ya were equally famed as the strongest beast masters in Thousand Peaks Forest.

Gu Ya specialized in controlling wolf packs, while Ju Bing commanded boars.

Faced with Xu Dali's provocations, Ju Bing crossed his arms, looking utterly indifferent.

In his view, a beast master like him dueling a body refinement fierce general was the stupidest thing in the world!

Xu Dali soon found himself in a tough fight.

While retreating, Ju Bing could direct boars to charge the camp, inflicting heavy casualties on the Barbarian Demon Camp.

If this trend continued, Xu Dali was headed for a direct and惨痛的 defeat.

This battle was observed by those with keen eyes.

"This Xu Dali is truly foolish; he has an army but only borrows its strength, then acts alone!"

"This way, the Barbarian Demon Camp will soon be overrun by the boar horde, leading to a major溃败."

"Not necessarily."

"You've forgotten an important reason."

"The Barbarian Demon Camp has suffered heavy casualties and has been constantly replenishing its ranks. These recruits come from barbarian tribes or demon cultivators; due to their inherent intellect, customs, etc., they need extensive real training. Otherwise, on the battlefield, they're just cannon fodder!"

"It's about time; we should make our move!"

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