Chapter 2915: Panlong Manifests

There was water on his face. Ling Jinbao touched his chin and only then realized he had burst into tears.

The Emperor himself sacrificed himself, but he also succeeded. At the most critical moment on the plain and before the ancient city, he personally unleashed that legendary iron-blooded army from history—

The Great Wind Army!

Indeed, the Emperor was victorious wherever he went; though fallen, he was not defeated!

Under the gaze of ten thousand eyes, the troops within the city moved, even the clatter of armor neat and uniform, filled with the sound of slaughter.

At this moment, a ray of sunlight pierced the thick fog, illuminating the area before the city gate.

The first blood-red piebald beast to pass through the gate was tall and mighty, spewing black mist ferociously; the rider on its back wore red helmet and red armor, heroic and vigorous, with a green-faced, fanged demon mask on his face.

She advanced in the light, shaking her long spear in hand, and the spear tip reflected dazzling golden light toward the myriad demons.

Bao Chihai and the others standing before the city gate were shocked, yet they also looked behind the red rider, but saw no trace of the Nine Abysses Great Emperor.

Where is the Emperor?

The red rider jerked the reins, and his mount instantly accelerated, charging toward Bao Chihai and the others amid rolling red mist.

The latter started, hastily dodging to the side. Several soldiers wounded and immobile were about to be trampled by hooves, when suddenly a strong wind swept in from somewhere, blowing them all aside.

They had not yet steadied themselves when the red piebald beast rushed past them, kicking up dust that blew in their faces; the city's troops also closely followed their leader, pouring forth in mighty array.

Seeing this, Ling Jinbao felt relieved, his legs went weak, and he collapsed with a thud.

They had fought all night, resolved to die, yet unexpectedly found life in desperation. Such a reversal would fell even an iron man.

But Ling Jinbao had just sat down when he struggled again, trying to push himself up against the wall.

With reinforcements finally arrived, they ought to coordinate well.

Yet within the Great Wind Army, two horsemen suddenly galloped out; the warriors on their steeds leapt to their side, distributing medicine, one of them pressing down on Ling Jinbao's shoulder:

"You have already given your all; now rest. Leave the demons to us to slay!"

Ling Jinbao took the medicine in hand, carefully verifying: "Are you truly the Great Wind Army?"

This man grinned, a scar on his brow: "Genuine article!"

But Ling Jinbao noticed that in his movements, faint red smoke trailed; looking closer, his battle armor and helmet occasionally emitted wisps of red smoke, though lost in the pervasive red mist and hardly noticeable.

Upon closer inspection, even the edges of his armor showed some translucence.

"Wait, are you really alive?"

Ling Jinbao, well-traveled and knowledgeable, had once passed through the Absolute Ghost Domain, where the residents moved like ordinary people, kept regular hours, yet bore no vital breath—

Exactly like this Great Wind Army soldier before him.

The other's reply also left Ling Jinbao somewhat startled:

"Soon it will be."

Soon—what does that mean?

After distributing the medicine, the two remounted and returned to their unit, charging back into battle.

Just as the red general's mount's red piebald beast accelerated, the cliff before Nancheng's gate automatically extended forward, always staying ten steps ahead of the beast, forming a bridge.

Amid rumbling, a bridge flew across north and south.

In barely more than ten breaths, the heavenly chasm became a passageway.

This newly connected natural bridge spanned over thirty (hundred meters) zhang in width, rock-solid, able to bear rank after rank of the Great Wind Army following their leader in galloping transit.

In the blink of an eye, the red-armored leader crossed the natural bridge and stood directly opposite the demons.

She gently pulled the reins, and her mount smoothly slowed from a gallop, even without needing to rise in the stirrups.

Her ride aside, the hundreds of cavalry behind her moved in perfect unison, as if carved from the same mold.

They stood silently in the dust, like silent sculptures, yet imposed an unprecedented pressure on the opposing force.

"Red General?" Jia Lou Tian truly never expected to utter that name in a wartime context.

Know that even two hundred years ago, in the celestial realms, the name of the Red General carried taboo-like power; mentioning her inevitably evoked the Heavenly God Mitian, endless yellow sands, and the impoverished city of the barren plains.

"You've long been dead—how is this possible?"

The fall of Panlongcheng is beyond dispute; Miao Zhantian's slaughter ensured no living soul remained within.

For the past two hundred years, yellow sands have blanketed the wasteland, the ancient city lies veiled, and even that turbulent history has scattered to the winds.

Where did this Red General come from?

And where did this army behind her, clad in strict armor and wielding sharp weapons, originate?

This should not be, nor is it reasonable!

"Could it be the Great Fang Vessel… manifesting?" He still dwelled on that inexplicable surge of vast power from earlier.

Such immense power entering the world, yet causing no heaven-shattering, earth-splitting, no tsunami or celestial tilt—too strange.

Could it merely be that this Red General's unit was sent into the present world?

The Red General raised her wrist, and the spear tip gathered a point of Lei Guang, crackling. She first raised her spear to pierce the heavens, then thrust forward, pointing straight at Jia Lou Tian.

Hear my command: Panlong Formation!

As she made this motion, a great wind blew from somewhere, but failed to disperse the red mist above the heavenly chasm; instead, it caused the mist to churn violently, rapidly coalescing.

Jia Lou Tian's gaze sharpened:

"Dragon?"

The red mist began to show signs, actually condensing into the shape of a giant dragon; its massive, elongated dragon body encircled the entire region, from Panlongcheng to the corner of the wasteland where the demons stood, all enveloped by the red mist dragon.

Some demons immediately unleashed two divine abilities, but both pierced the mist vapor, vanishing unknown where.

Yet this mist-formed red dragon seemed not to attack people, only using its body to completely coil around the battlefield.

Panlong.

Jia Lou Tian had originally worried the mist vapor might harm his side, but sensationally it was only a bone-chilling cold, with no stagnation or corrosion; yet divine bodies should be immune to cold and heat, and the red mist made them feel a chill from the depths of their hearts, like ordinary people breaking out in gooseflesh—this was highly abnormal.

As soon as the red dragon took shape, the Red General issued her order.

For two hundred years, the voice of the Red General was finally heard again in the human world, but only one word:

"Kill!"

Thanks to He Lingchuan, the Panlong Army has finally returned from the netherworld to the human world. So, the score between Panlongcheng and the Lingxu Crowd should finally be settled.

Let's first collect some interest from these heavenly demons right here.

Blood-red, eye-catching runes suddenly appeared on the heads of all the heavenly demons, and their bodies were enveloped in red light.

This is the mark left by the "Death Finger"; any external attack passing through the red light will be strengthened.

In the Panlong Army, she is well known for not wasting words.

Without the master's urging, the seated red-spotted beast instantly accelerated, charging straight at Jia Lou Tian in one move. The Fengjun Army and the Panlong Army followed closely behind, kicking up red dust as they launched a charge against the remaining heavenly demons.

Clang—

The sound of metal ringing echoed above Panlongcheng, and the Cangyan people before the city blinked—when they opened their eyes, the Red General had already passed by Jia Lou Tian.

The shockwave exploded, shattering the surrounding rocks into fragments, yet strangely, the red mist enveloping the battlefield remained utterly still.