On the eastern edge of the Biyuntian floating continent, in a place called 'Fanyang Plain', a decisive battle is brewing.
The leader of Biyuntian Sect, Chan Ye, led all the masters of Biyuntian Spiritual Immortal Realm (equivalent to Sanxian) and a few first-level Holy Spirit (Golden Immortal) in the sect to wait here. There were about 100,000 people in total. The army was huge, with smoke and haze rolling above, and the scene was magnificent.
Although Biyuntian is not bad, it is only two thousand kilometers in radius after all. The masters above the Hundred Thousand Spirit Immortal Realm are almost all the resources of Biyuntian.
This is a war, or a struggle, concerning the future of Bi Yuntian. Chan Ye wants to fight for the due interests and dignity for Bi Yuntian, but he did not expect that Li Xian has already become angry and humiliated.
At this time, Fu Minghui and Xiao Xuan were leading the elite troops of the Shang Kingdom to the battlefield with murderous intent. Fu Minghui's eyes were filled with murderous intent. Since the wise king had ordered a complete annihilation, Fu Minghui would carry it out without hesitation.
As for whether the order is reasonable, that is not what Fu Minghui needs to consider.
From a distance, Fu Minghui and Chan Ye made eye contact, and Fu Minghui's wisdom army stopped about eighty kilometers apart.
But Chan Ye narrowed his eyes. It was obvious that the Shang Kingdom had more than 100,000 troops, or even more than 200,000!
Chan Ye shouted loudly: "Shangguo is going too far. It is clearly the fault of Ziyuntian and Caiyuntian, but they want to attack Biyuntian. I have 100,000 warriors in Biyuntian and I will never allow it!"
Fu Minghui looked at Chan Ye coldly: "Bi Yuntian has betrayed his allies and stood aside when they were in danger. He knew there was a crisis but did not warn them. His intentions are sinister. Now, under the order of the wise king, I am leading an army of 300,000 to correct Bi Yuntian's mistakes. Kill him unless he kneels down and begs for mercy!"
Not good! Chan Ye heard Fu Minghui's order, and then observed the expressions of Fu Minghui and Xiao Xuan beside him, and his heart skipped a beat. Things seemed to be out of control!
The armies of both sides were agitated like the waves of the sea, ready to launch a fierce battle.
Chan Ye was anxious and shouted, "Shang Kingdom is dishonest. We only have 100,000 troops, but you sent 300,000. Do you dare to take 100,000 to compete with Bi Yuntian?"
"The benevolence and credibility of the Shang Kingdom are only given to true friends. Friends who are not friends of the Shang Kingdom will rely on their own abilities on the battlefield. Kill!" Fu Minghui took the lead and rushed forward, his body shining with precious light, and a set of quasi-immortal-level magic weapon suits appeared all over his body.
Suddenly, there was a flash of light, and a magical attack from the Phantom World came towards them. However, Fu Minghui and the soldiers around him did not even blink and rushed straight forward.
With a loud bang, Fu Minghui and his companions used all their magic weapons to break through the spell and appeared in front of the army of the Phantom Spirit Realm. The flying swords in their hands flashed, and sword lights crisscrossed. In a moment, hundreds of lives in the Phantom Spirit Realm were wiped out.
In the rear, more elite soldiers of the Shang Kingdom rushed over. Further back, the army had already formed a battle array and began to form a semi-encirclement of the Phantom World army, and was still accelerating the encirclement.
Seeing this, Chan Ye did not dare to neglect it. He stood in formation with the two great elders Fei Hua and Ming Tu, and shouted: "Creation Technique - Deprivation!"
A flash of spiritual light suddenly spread out, quickly covering hundreds of kilometers ahead. Within this range, all the magic spells of the Shang Kingdom were instantly ineffective, including flying spells.