The area outside the deserted city was filled with darkness. There had never been such a brutal killing. The corpses filled five moats and finally piled up into a mountain.
Military horses, battle armor, and battleships are all useless now. The only thing that can be trusted is the sword in his hand.
After all, Huangcheng's army was too outnumbered. Even if it was one against ten, it was a bit reluctant. It was finally compressed under the city. At this time, the advantage of the truly battle-hardened army was reflected.
Although the personal combat power of the Dynasty Army is not as good as Huangcheng's, once they are given a slight advantage, their generals can command the army to continuously expand their advantage.
"Throw!"
The dynasty army compressed the Huangcheng army under the city. There were many shields and long spears like hair. They were pressed one layer at a time. You could try your best to conquer the mountains and rivers, but you couldn't do anything.
Following the order from within the Imperial Army, everyone was in unison. In an instant, the three-meter-long halberds suppressed one wave after another, giving the Huangcheng Army no chance to raise its head.
The dynasty army took this opportunity to pursue the victory, hoping to annihilate all the troops under the deserted city in one fell swoop.
"Damn it, you can't get out." Someone roared, even though there was a city gate behind them, no one retreated in. Since they came out, there must be a result.
If they didn't even have this determination, then they wouldn't be qualified to confront the imperial army that was several times their size for such a long time.
Just when the Huangcheng Army became more and more passive, a dozen figures appeared silently behind the Dynasty Army without any words. Their cold swords were like messengers from the netherworld, ruthlessly harvesting.
"Puff puff..."
There is only the sound of the short thrust penetrating into the flesh. It is simple and light and does not require any extra effort.
This is Tingyulou's style. Even if they have become Wuzong, the habits they have developed over the years have made it difficult for them to change.
It was like a performance, more like a massacre, but such a quiet massacre was absolutely rare in the world.
In the blink of an eye, more than a dozen empty spaces appeared in the imperial army, with only fallen corpses and one person's performance.
"Stop them, quick."
The commander of the dynasty army roared, and in an instant, a dozen or so Wu Zong met the Wu Zong in Tingyu Tower. At this moment, the war finally broke out.
"Boom..."
A battle at the Wu Zong level is absolutely terrifying and the scene is astonishing. When such a battle breaks out, ordinary generals cannot bear it at all and can only see flesh and blood flying everywhere.
But no matter which side the Wuzong was in, they had no choice but to give it a try and had no time to worry about anything else.
"I'm going to take off the head of their commander." Old man Qing, who had been standing next to Wang Dong, said, and then quietly disappeared from the spot.
After so many years of digestion after swallowing the Emperor Soul Pill, he is definitely a terrifying existence. The so-called accumulation of knowledge was not obvious at the time, but now among the martial arts in Tingyu Tower, there is probably no one who can get along with Old Man Qing. Several.
"Western Route Army, press forward. Reserve team, come forward." The commander of the Dynasty Army's eyes were red, and he threw the tokens in his hand one after another.
I originally thought that it was just an attack on a city, and it was something that the Lord had once ruled. I didn't expect that it would be so easy, but it turned out to be so difficult.
His original mission was to capture the deserted city and then use the deserted city as a basis to expand towards the deserted region and even the entire Dark Continent. As a result, he was delayed in the deserted city for more than a month and lost troops and generals.
Now that victory is imminent, it is impossible to let these bastards retreat into the deserted city no matter what.
"Vice-general, deputy-general..."
The commander shouted, but no one responded after several shouts.
"Stop shouting. Do you need a drink before we hit the road?"
"Woooo..."
Inexplicably, the clarion call for withdrawal sounded in the imperial army, and the towering handsome man suddenly fell down.
"The commander is dead, run away."
The Imperial Army was frightened, and even the warriors of the Imperial Army who were still fighting fiercely lost their will to fight and lost their backbone. Even though the generals of the Imperial Army tried their best to supervise the battle, they were defeated like a mountain and could not be recovered.
"Kill..."
The battlefield became completely one-sided, and the originally suppressed Huangcheng Army was like a tiger descending from the mountain, unstoppable.
This completely turned into a massacre, stretching for hundreds of miles. At a glance, the road was full of corpses, discarded armors and weapons.
A dynasty's army was completely defeated, and it was impossible to regroup because the heads of eight Wuzong had been brought back.
It is conceivable what kind of consequences this dynasty will face after the disappearance of the defeat spreads. No matter how powerful it was, it will inevitably disappear on this continent in less than a year.
"It's finally over. I really hope that such a military disaster will never happen again." Nu Xi sighed as she stood on the tower and looked down at the devastated land.
Wang Dong smiled bitterly. He knew very well that this was just the beginning. There were only wars in the Dark Continent today, ranging from small villages to large dynasties, empires, and even super sects.
"Although I don't want to destroy your beautiful wishes, let's enjoy this last peaceful time. What we will face next may not be just a dynasty." Wang Dong said.
Nu Xi couldn't help but opened her mouth wide, looked at Wang Dong and said in disbelief: "One dynasty is not enough? There is no such dynasty around the wilderness."
"Haha... Tingyulou is now a super sect." Wang Dong shrugged, not sure whether he should be happy or sad.
The deserted city after the war seemed particularly peaceful, and there was no big celebration as imagined.
Although they won, it can only be said to be a miserable victory. Tingyu Corridor was fine, but the other families in Huangcheng were in dire straits. There was almost no family that did not lose more than 70% of their lives in battle.
Faced with such heavy casualties, no one could be happy at all.
But the only thing worth celebrating is that all the three people who survived are the kings of a hundred battles. After the baptism of war, they have been sublimated on the edge of life and death.
After this battle, the major families also deeply realized the importance of Tingyu Tower to Huangcheng, and the resistance that had been suppressed in their hearts also disappeared unconsciously.
On this day, Wang Dong began to arrange the Tingyu Tower himself. He personally refined ten "killing" orders and gave them to the ten most outstanding families this time.
The new ten major families were stationed at the ten corners of the deserted city. They carried out extensive construction work and began to build an altar in the center of the family, and enshrined the killing order on it.
The others are just one. This is out of respect for the owner of the building. In fact, only the heads of the major families and Tingyulou know that these ten directions actually involve the foundation of the entire deserted city. This is Wang Dong's plan. If one day there is really no place to stand in this world, he plans to bring the entire deserted city into the sword domain space.
Everything in Huangcheng is proceeding in an orderly manner, the reconstruction of Tingyu Tower has finally been completed, and the entire Tingyu Tower has been officially moved to the sword domain space.
This kind of treatment makes other people in Huangcheng jealous. Now everyone in Huangcheng knows the beauty of the sword domain space. Having such a small world is equivalent to being invincible innately.
But they also know that Tingyulou is transcendent, and such treatment is natural.
However, it inspired the major families even more, because Tingyulou finally recruited members from outside again. Although it was a bit abnormal, after the battle in Huangcheng, many people no longer thought that any goal was out of reach.
"I must become a Martial Sect and join Tingyu Tower." Somewhere in the deserted city, a young man was sweating profusely from practicing, looking at the sword space floating in the air with a longing expression.
The same situation occurs in almost every corner of the deserted city.
Moreover, major families also support their family members to join Tingyu Tower. They have heard some bad rumors. If someone can join Tingyu Tower, even if the rumors really happen, at least someone can preserve the family inheritance.
After a great battle, both Huangcheng and Tingyu Tower were prosperous, but Wang Dong's heart became increasingly restless and he woke up from his training several times.
He felt an undetectable strange aura permeating the air. This was just his sixth sense, but he was sure it definitely existed.
"It should come from the sea." He narrowed his eyes slightly and looked into the distance.
"Huh?" Suddenly, his pupils dilated and he turned back to me sharply. His pupils penetrated the void and looked in another direction.
"Boom..."
A vast aura rose into the sky, and the overwhelming arrogance swept all directions without concealment. In the Tiandaozong dojo, a figure actually climbed out of the coffin, Xianfeng Daogu. He stood there as if he were in a small world, and the Dao of Heaven was revolving around him.
Not long after, there was also a terrifying wave in the other direction, and a huge mountain exploded.
Someone actually rushed out on a war horse. He was a middle-aged man, wearing armor and holding a halberd. He looked so majestic that everyone in the Zhan clan knelt down.
On the deserted city, Wang Dong's eyes became more and more solemn. Whether it was the old Taoist or the middle-aged general, he felt an unprecedented sense of oppression. These people were definitely the oldest group of monsters in the Dark Continent.
These people belong to the strongest foundation of the super sect.
"The old people from all the major clans have come out. It seems that they feel the strange aura just like me. Has anyone found the last Netherworld Fruit?" Wang Dong whispered, but his eyes kept staring in one direction.
He is waiting for someone. Since so many old monsters have come out, the most mysterious existence in the Dark Continent cannot be an exception.
"Here we come." The sky suddenly became slightly dim, and there was no need to use pupil power at all, even a mortal could see it with the naked eye.
"Is this the Lord of the Underworld? So strong." Wang Dong's powerful aura revived on his own, and the emperor's soul seemed to be burning. This was anger. It felt challenged. No one could challenge the majesty of the emperor.
There are three half-step kings in one discipline. If the half-step kings of Youming Sea had not joined forces, Dark Netherworld would definitely be the strongest overlord on the Dark Continent.
At this moment, not only Wang Dong, but almost all the half-step kings on the Dark Continent focused their attention in the direction of Dark Netherworld. Not only because there were already two half-step kings in Dark Netherworld, but also because now this wave of The Lord of the Underworld with the spirit of the underworld.
(End of chapter)