Chapter 2792

This powerful divine artifact—there aren't many in Panlong's possession—was specially entrusted by Xin Yi to be given to Zhong Shengguang, and it's said to be one of Ling Mountain's mountain-guarding treasures. He Lingchuan originally hoped to use it against the Great Heavenly Demon to deliver a surprise blow.

There's nothing to be done—plans change too quickly.

Today's war has been more brutal than anyone imagined, and we haven't even reached the second half yet—Panlong has already unleashed several of its trump cards from the bottom of the chest.

At this point, even He Lingchuan can only take one step at a time, meeting each move with a countermove.

However, the war elephant corps of Baoxiang Kingdom has always been Panlong's biggest headache. Being able to wipe them all out here is a tremendous tactical success for Panlong. Each of these massive iron lumps is a mobile fortress—not only do they possess devastating charging power, but they can also carry archers and spearmen, making them true instruments of destruction in assault.

The war elephant corps is few in number, but it has always been Beijia's elite force, and this is no coincidence. Against such direct and brutal martial attacks, the defensive effect of elemental force is poor. He Lingchuan would rather have his Tiger Wing Army face the immortal-demon alliance than let them confront the war elephant corps directly.

Zhong Shengguang also wore a heavy and solemn expression.

The Dragon-Binding Platform originally came as a set of platform and pillars, with forty-nine pillars in total, but when Xin Yi sent it, ten or more were already damaged—Ling Mountain couldn't even repair them, they were too expensive.

In this great war, Zhong Shengguang only threw out the pillars, because the platform of the Dragon-Binding Platform consumes too much energy. Where else could Panlong use the saved xuan crystals and elemental force?

"Beijia's elemental force is also vicious—the Dragon-Binding Array can at most hold for eighty breaths." He said to He Lingchuan, "Press the attack."

He Lingchuan was also silently timing it: "Enough."

In a national war of this level, it's already remarkable for an artifact like the Dragon-Binding Array to last eighty breaths. First, Panlong's energy supply cannot sustain it for long; second, Beijia's great army attacks the Dragon-Binding Array without mercy.

Although the Dragon-Binding Pillars are powerful, they were not made for war. Facing the erosion of a great nation's elemental force, they are just as difficult to withstand, and they lack self-repair capability, unlike the dam walls of Ming Sha Lin.

But He Lingchuan estimated that eighty breaths would be enough—he didn't seek to annihilate the war elephant corps entirely on the battlefield, only to halt their charge. These beasts need a long distance to build up speed, and now the Longkeng front line has become a muddy mess, leaving no room for them to accelerate.

During the effectiveness of the Dragon-Binding Array, two Panlong army units launched a full advance into the basin, giving their all to slaughter the elephants, even turning the heavy military equipment on the city gates to fire there. Once unable to move, these fellows become nothing but mountains of meat and targets.

For a moment, the roars of the elephants and the troops intertwined, shaking heaven and earth.

That basin quickly turned into a blood pool.

"Dragon-Binding Pillars!" Just as Beijia's commander-in-chief Gao Huaiyuan was shocked by the appearance of this strange artifact, the icy voice behind him shouted its name: "Ling Mountain has given all these treasures to Panlong!"

Its tone was stern, then it questioned Gao Huaiyuan: "Since you've dispatched the war elephant corps, why did you place them on a side route? If you had coordinated with us on the central route, you could have achieved twice the result with half the effort."

It was clear this commander-in-chief was outwardly compliant but inwardly defiant, always wanting to split his forces.

Gao Huaiyuan's mouth was full of bitterness.

Central route? The central route is teeming with people—elephants here can't even turn around, let alone accelerate.

What's the difference between an elephant that can't gather speed and a giant target? Just look at the elephant herd bound by the Dragon-Binding Pillars to know.

He could only say: "The central route is too crowded, a contested zone both sides must fight for—elephants can't maneuver there."

"So you've achieved your goal now?"

Of course not. Gao Huaiyuan had nothing to say in reply.

How could he have predicted that Panlong actually possessed such a treasure? One must know that ordinary artifacts have little effect on the battlefield unless they are specific formation artifacts or divine artifacts.

What further troubled Gao Huaiyuan was that, as the battle deepened, even if immortals and demons were concentrated on the two routes for attack, the advance speed showed no significant change. Instead, it relieved Panlong's army of the worry of being pressured from multiple sides, allowing them to focus on sniping in the central route.

Previously, Beijia's great army had already devoured much of Panlong's territory. Why, then, in this final battle, do so many immortals and demons take the field, yet they still cannot push forward quickly? By rights, the role of immortals and demons should not be merely to add flowers to brocade, but to deliver a decisive blow.

Gao Huaiyuan thought it over and could only conclude two points:

First, after the gods of Lingxu gathered, they became even less willing to obey his command as commander-in-chief—it was utterly impossible for them to follow orders like the great army does, to prohibit what is forbidden. Their mobility pales in comparison to Panlong's army—he had already noticed that Panlong's immortals obey orders especially well, even charging into battle without hesitation. He Huaiyuan personally felt deep envy.

Second, it's still that earlier statement—perhaps everyone has overestimated the role of immortals and demons on today's battlefield.

Conversely, perhaps everyone has underestimated the restraining power of elemental force against immortals and demons.

The divine powers and techniques of immortals and demons often involve tremendous movement and extraordinary light and sound effects, capable of raising smoke across the entire battlefield like the end of the world—but—when they strike the enemy, their direct effect is greatly diminished.

Moreover, aside from a few limited battle formations, the standard formations of immortals and demons have limited effect on the battlefield. It's not that they've never been used, nor that they've never had effect—but they are soon broken.

Rather, it's the genuine swords, spears, and arrows of the army that pierce straight through, leaving the enemy unable to avoid, thus truly inflicting real wounds.

Faced with this scene, do the gods of Lingxu themselves not feel embarrassed?

No one can deny their individual strength, but on the human battlefield, they have long since lost the ability to wave a hand and cause enemy armies to vanish in ashes and smoke.

At this moment, Xiyu turned around and spoke in a clear voice:

"Heavenly Venerable, the intention of the Holy Venerable……"

These words were specifically directed at the person behind Gao Huaiyuan.

Before he had finished saying those six characters, the icy voice interrupted: "I know."

"Trash, can't even get to the foot of the camp wall!" His next words were clearly directed at Gao Huaiyuan's dissatisfaction.

Gao Huaiyuan drew a deep breath, straightened his face, and said: "I may have oversight, but Panlong's use of the Dragon-Binding Array to stop the war elephant corps is not without merit—it shows they have few conventional battlefield means left, so they had to reveal their trump card."

With no cards left in hand, and now it's my turn to play—must play, what to do?

The big and small jokers can only be played out respectively.

What was originally a combination capable of playing a bomb now can only yield a moderate effect, losing the ability to kill the enemy in one strike.

Isn't this not bad?

"Such an ancient supreme treasure as the Dragon-Binding Array is fundamentally unsuitable for large-scale battlefield use—it breaks quickly! They originally intended to use it secretly in the immortal-demon great war. Now, having consumed it prematurely, they've lost one trump card for later."

"So saying, you sent the war elephant corps to die—was it for our benefit?"