Chapter 2796: Tonight the Battlefield's Wind Was Especially Clamorous

His body destroyed, Daolv the Daoist fled.

On Chen'en Cliff, everyone watched and drew a sharp breath. One punch killing an immortal — is this the power of a Great Heavenly Demon?

And Baizhantian was also a rather special one among the Lingxu Gods. What He devoutly believed in was not merely "one force subdues ten meetings," but "one force shatters ten thousand methods"; therefore, His entire life pursued the ultimate, pure power.

The embodiment of His divinity was "drawing on the strengths of many, for my own use," to reach the ultimate ferocity of the individual. Baizhantian firmly believed this was the ultimate essence of "power."

One can imagine, for immortals and cultivators who mainly cultivate divine abilities and myriad methods, He was a baleful star. In ancient times, Baizhantian was already a famous immortal-slayer.

Seeing Daolv the Daoist's Primordial Spirit about to slip away, Baizhantian smiled coldly, reached out, and was about to grab and crush him.

At this moment, an arrow shot from beyond the heavens.

Its angle was tricky, its distance calculated precisely; if Baizhantian continued reaching out, His finger joints would be pierced through. With the toughness of His True Immortal body, He should not have feared this tiny arrow, yet Baizhantian withdrew His hand and stepped back, looking up at the sky.

Only after the arrow landed did He hear the "whoosh" of it tearing through the air.

The arrow was faster than the speed of sound; fortunately, Baizhantian's spiritual perception was astonishing.

And after this arrow landed, it vanished into nothingness, leaving only a shallow small pit on the ground, utterly unremarkable on a battlefield of this scale.

But Baizhantian knew, if this arrow had struck Him, the effect would surely be different!

He could not say why, but He simply knew.

In midair, a figure rushed straight here.

It was a large white bird, carrying two people on its back. The one sitting in front wore black helmet and black armor; when still, he looked more like a sculpture than a living person.

He still held a crossbow in his hand.

That arrow just now was shot by him.

In fact, this was no ordinary issue he just received upon entering the Dawind Army. The crossbow was given by Master Sun, said to be personally crafted by Dean Xu, though Dean Xu never personally admitted it. The arrows were sent by the Great Shaman Manto of Beidu, each arrowhead made of meteoric iron from beyond the heavens, said to be a bargain he picked up in some unknown small city during his wanderings, costing a mere eight taels of silver in total.

But these arrows are inexhaustible, because after firing they automatically vanish, then return to the quiver. They have many other marvelous uses, no need to detail them all.

There was another person on the bird's back, but Baizhantian ignored him, because the black-armored warrior hooked a finger at him, the meaning perfectly clear:

Come on, come fight!

When Baizhantian charged into the Panlong Army as if into an uninhabited land, and casually killed Panlong generals and immortals one after another, there was actually still someone who dared to provoke Him so arrogantly!

Baizhantian's eyes narrowed, the Blood-Blade Axe shook in His hand, and He hurled it at the large white bird.

This was His third time throwing the axe; the first two throws both ended in killing.

The Blood-Blade Flying Axe flew out once more, and this time it was different from the previous two. It grew with the wind; the moment it left Baizhantian's hand it began to change, each revolution increasing its size, and before half the distance was covered it had become a giant axe — the haft alone was three zhang long.

The giant axe's surface swirled with blood qi, condensed with the power of myriad blood fiends; this is the origin of the Blood-Blade Flying Axe's name.

The previous two times, Baizhantian merely used it as a vehicle for His teleportation; only with this black-armored warrior's appearance did the Blood-Blade Flying Axe finally have to unleash its true power. As it rose, half the sky was shrouded in blood light, even the falling imperial nectar was dyed red, demonic and eerie.

The power of this cleave could split mountains and part peaks, cleave rivers and sever flows.

Baizhantian's hands finally showed their true mastery, because He vaguely guessed the black-armored warrior's identity.

Possessing such powerful deterrence, yet daring to calmly provoke a Great Heavenly God — how many such people exist in the world? How many on this Panlong battlefield?

Facing the Blood-Blade Flying Axe, the large white bird in midair had every feather standing on end.

It was originally extraordinarily agile, but facing the giant axe flying at it, it felt its up, down, left, and right all locked down; no matter where it flew, it could not escape the attack range. The sky was so vast, its divine abilities so many, yet in this haste it seemed there was no way up to heaven or down to earth, not a sliver of survival to be found.

Fortunately, it did not need to think of a way now, because He Lingchuan likewise threw out the Fusheng Saber.

These two weapons, one large one small, were both the natal magic artifacts of the two sides.

In comparison, the Fusheng Saber's release had nothing so many dazzling special effects, merely a simple flash of cold light — it has always been a treasure saber of ordinary appearance, only in its master's hands does it unleash terrifying power.

In the blink of an eye, the two peerless famous blades collided. But this was not two weapons deciding superiority, but their masters meeting at the Heavenly Realm.

The large white bird only felt its body lighten; General Huyi suddenly vanished from its back.

Xu Shichu stared fixedly ahead, because General Huyi's figure appeared there, right beneath the axe blade!

Compared to the mountain-peak-like giant axe, how tiny was he alone, as if relying on his own strength to prop up a great building about to collapse.

Xu Shichu's heart rose to his throat.

The instant the Fusheng Saber and Blood-Blade Axe collided, both masters were present.

Yes, He Lingchuan and the Fusheng Saber shared a mental connection, and he also had the ability to move with the saber.

In the nick of time, the two peerless powerhouses both appeared beside their weapons, contributing the most terrifying, most intense clash since the opening of the Mingsha Forest battle.

This collision was full of passion, brilliant as summer fireworks.

The armies on the ground had just looked up when they heard a long "clang" resounding, like a great bell, shaking everyone's heartstrings. Those nearby even had to cover their ears to avoid being shaken dizzy.

The shockwaves in midair materialized, spreading outward like ripples.

Bailike had foresight; He Lingchuan had just left and he folded his wings and descended, otherwise this would inevitably have affected him, flinging him hundreds of zhang away.

Then came a loud "bang." Something in midair was knocked down, smashing the ground into billowing dust.

Tonight the battlefield's wind was especially clamorous; in a blink it blew away the gray sand. The nearby Between Between Between Beijia soldiers stared wide-eyed, because standing proudly on the spot was actually that black-helmeted, black-armored warrior!

Right in front of him, the ground had been gouged into a straight deep trench, its length a shocking seventy zhang, its depth over five zhang, easily able to fit five stories.

Such a deep trench, even given to engineering troops, would take a long time to dig, yet the two great powers in combat caused such destruction in an instant. Everyone's scalps tingled — even with abundant Yuan Qi on their bodies, successfully escaping alive under this one strike was probably a pipe dream.

He Lingchuan stood proudly on the spot, surrounded entirely by Between Between Between Beijia soldiers, yet not a single one dared step forward to provoke; they all voluntarily cleared a large open space.