In the fierce battlefield, earth-shattering roars resounded in all directions, and the bombardment of various energies was deafening. Ordinary creatures would be dead if they were caught in it.
The more than 80,000 saints instantly decreased by more than 50,000, leaving only 30,000.
Each of these 30,000 saints has the ability to fight beyond the level, and they are all strong contenders for the Martial Saint. Whoever can persist to the end will be the Martial Saint.
"I must stay, I must stay, you beasts, just die for me."
"Now that we have reached this point, I must have a place in the name of Martial Saint, and no one can stop me."
"You bastards, do you think you can do anything to me just because of your numbers? You're so naive."
"Ah... my arm is broken, should I just give up like this? I won't give up, I won't give up!"
All the saints faced many powerful creatures, using all their trump cards and all their fighting power, just to compete for the name of "Martial Saint".
The Martial Saint represents the strongest existence among the Saints and is worthy of their all-out efforts.
It's a pity that all the creatures here seem to have been killed, and there is no way they can resist it.
These creatures have different strengths and weaknesses. The weakest are in the realm of Little Saints, and the strongest have reached the realm of gods. Their number is more than ten times greater than that of the human race. There is really no way to form a big confrontation.
The saint of the human race depends on who persists to the end.
The people of those giant forces are better than other small forces or casual cultivators. They also form formations or use various powerful trump cards. They can still hold on with difficulty, but how long they can last like this is uncertain. Not sure.
Fortunately, the profound energy in this world is extremely rich. No matter how they mobilize it, it feels like it is inexhaustible. This is why they can always support it.
As the battle became more intense, Yang Wu felt overwhelmed because they were targeted by Taihu's god-level warriors.
"You outsiders are a bit interesting, and you can form a formation, but you're not good enough. I want you all to die." A huge Taihu roared, its whole body was filled with evil energy, and a giant Taihu roared. The claws dropped down, and the powerful divine power was about to knock Yang Wu's blame away.
"That black pot is a magic weapon. I want to take it back to the clan." Another Taihu shouted.
"There is not just one magic weapon, but there are also others. It seems to be the magic weapons of the Phoenix clan. They have also been collected." Another Taihu said.
There are three god-level Taihus in total. The strongest one has reached the intermediate god realm, but its combat power is no less than that of those high-level god realm creatures.
Taihu is rumored to be the oldest race of the Tiger Clan, almost comparable to the White Tiger in the Tiger Clan.
Their fighting prowess is terrifying, and ordinary creatures will become weak in the face of them.
The Tianlong Formation set up by Lu Zhi combined the power of everyone, slaughtered many Taihu, and also blocked many other creatures. Those creatures were not vegetarians either. Continuous attacks forced them into a corner and a certain formation. Something suddenly went wrong with his eyes, and the Tianlong Formation was directly shattered by these three god-level tigers.
Poof!
Lu Zhi and the others vomited blood continuously. If Yang Wu hadn't been at the front, they would have all been killed by the three tigers.
"I can't stand it anymore. You continue to join forces and wait for me to stop them." Yang Wu couldn't care so much anymore. He took the black pot and smashed it towards the strongest Taihu. In the other hand, he held the Big Dipper. Kill out with sword and death scythe.
This time, he was at full strength again.
No more strength can be left.
Refining a drop of immortal liquid in the body to replenish the loss just now, he slashed out with one sword, and a sword mark passed through it, as if it was going to completely shatter a galaxy. Another sword was slashed out, carrying with it an incomparable amount of death energy and destruction. The power to kill all living creatures.
Yang Wu actually single-handedly picked up three god-level tigers at the same time. It must be said that his courage was too great.
Yang Wu activates the power of his immortal roots and can unleash the same fighting power as the leader of the Jade Lion Clan. He also holds a magical weapon, so he naturally has such courage.
Sensing Yang Wu's strength, the three Taihus all exploded in shock and launched shocking attacks in succession to kill Yang Wu.
Their attacks were so ferocious that Yang Wu felt as if he was about to fall when he was among them.
Yang Wu could only carry the black pot and smash it wildly, forcing them not to get close, and slash with his sword again before he could fight with them.
If he didn't have the power of immortal roots, it would be difficult for him to collide with them like this.
The strongest Taihu screamed in pain when he was hit by a black pot, and the tiger's blood spattered. The other two Taihu were killed by swords, and each of them was also injured.
Yang Wu fought for his life, and the lethality was terrifying.
Yang Wu was not having a good time either. He wanted to use the black pot as an attack, so his defensive power was naturally much weaker. Although the Xuanwu armor removal method on his body was strong, it was still broken to pieces under repeated bombings and could not be used. He continued to take it off, and then another imperial jade armor appeared on his body. This was more reliable than the divine armor he wore, but he was still beaten and bruised all over.
While Yang Wu was struggling to support him, Xuanyuan Huowu, Lu Zhi, and Yang Zhennan were also desperately supporting him.
Xuanyuan Huowu and Lu Zhi finally refined the fairy liquid given by Yang Wu. After they obtained the fairy liquid, they had never taken it, but now they had to use it.
Their strength is skyrocketing crazily, their realm is also improving rapidly, and they are killing more and more creatures in their hands.
A man carrying a Phoenix Sword, with a sword that was no less powerful than a god-level warrior, was very lethal.
One was holding a huge gray feather, which was refined into a formation pen. As he waved it, the yin and yang energy floated, separating many attacking creatures.
On the other side, Yang Zhennan was more ferocious than anyone else and more powerful than Xuanyuan Huowu. When Yang Wu was unable to protect them, he stepped forward and directly faced a god-level creature, and he even won the battle. By a wide margin, he is the most underestimated of them all.
As the killings continued, everyone gradually felt exhausted. Even the giants and forces had lost most of their troops, and only a few people could persist.
If this continues, I'm afraid everyone will be eliminated.
Could this be the outcome of obtaining the Martial Saint in this way
Naturally, Yang Wu was unwilling to end like this. He also wanted to kill the three powerful tigers in front of him. He was ready to break through the shackles and improve his realm.
Once he makes a full breakthrough, his combat effectiveness will skyrocket, and he will definitely be able to influence the situation of the battle.
However, at this moment, bursts of calls suddenly sounded: "Woooo..."
This sound echoed through every corner of the battlefield, even the sounds of fighting were completely covered up.
After the creatures in the battle heard this voice, as if they had received some order, they all stopped fighting and quickly retreated.
There were also some god-level creatures among them, but none of them could stay any longer.
Taihu, who was fighting Yang Wu, shouted unwillingly: "You are lucky."
The three Taihus also evacuated at the same time.
The remaining saints all looked confused. Did this difficult battle come to an end with the sound of the trumpet
Those saints who stayed fell to the ground on the spot, with tears streaming down their faces.
"Ah... it's finally over, it's finally over!"
"I...are we Martial Saints? Are we Martial Saints?"
"What kind of horn sound is that? Could there be a more terrifying creature appearing?"
"It's great to be able to stay. This battle is so difficult."
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All the saints had a feeling of surviving a disaster. They had indeed fought too hard in this battle.
Yang Wu also just wanted to improve his strength, but Taihu ran away, and his realm was suppressed again.
However, it was difficult for him to hold it down for too long.
The barrier is already extremely loose. If he continues to suppress it and does not break through, his Qi will not flow smoothly, and it may even lead to "overflow chaos" in his Dantian. In that case, the gain outweighs the loss.
"We must break through within this half month!" Yang Wu said with certainty.
Before Yang Wu returned to his people, he saw a team appearing in the city, and all the saints became nervous.
This team is small in number, probably only a few hundred people, all of whom are in their prime. Each one is riding an extremely powerful creature, some are riding tigers, some are riding bulls, and some are riding jade lions. They are all wearing robes. They have animal skins, shoulders exposed, feather hoops on their heads, and some weird colors on their faces. Each of them has a old-fashioned look and a very strong fighting spirit, like a warrior on an expedition, majestic and mighty.
Is this how dozens of people scared hundreds of thousands of creatures away
If not, what if we haven't seen any other living beings
Soon, after the saints saw the ancient horns they held in their hands, they were sure that these people came out to frighten the creatures and rescued them.
Are their deterrents really that powerful
The team slowly walked towards the saints.
The hoofbeats of the mounts kept ringing, as if knocking on the hearts of the saints, making their breathing become rapid.
The saints quickly refined the elixir and restored the holy spring's combat power to avoid being raided by these indigenous humans.
"Give you a chance to enter the city and rush over from us. Whoever can enter the city will stay, and whoever cannot enter the city will get out." The middle-aged man who took the lead on the Taihu said quietly, and paused for a moment. He added: "By the way, you only have 10,000 people allowed to enter the city."
At present, there are still about 17,000 Saints, which also means that 7,000 more people will be eliminated.
However, this is very good news for the saints.
They have stayed until now in order to become Martial Saints, and breaking through the hundreds of people in front of them means that they will be able to become Martial Saints.
Someone shouted: "Now it's our turn to bully the few with more, everyone, charge forward."
"The last ten thousand people will be the Martial Saint. Even if I risk my life, I will become the Martial Saint."
"I will kill anyone who stops me. I will become a Martial Saint."
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