Chapter 769: Bloody Battle in Qinzhou

The thunder-sphere creature finished speaking the recorded message.

A brilliant light emerged in Zhang Huizhi's eyes.

"Blood Brand..."

When he spoke this word, Zhang Huizhi's voice began to tremble.

"Qinzhou is about to fall into war; using the killing intent of the battlefield to nurture a divine artifact..."

"But even if the Eighth Rank does not enter the war, it is not something I can participate in."

"But that is a divine artifact..."

Zhang Huizhi began to swallow his saliva, an irrepressible covetousness appearing in his eyes.

"Boss, you still have us," the thunder-sphere creature said.

Zhang Huizhi's expression flickered, and he stood up instantly:

"We aren't going to Myriad Appearance Island; follow me to Qinzhou to seize the divine artifact Blood Brand!"

Crackle!

The hissing sound of the Myriad Prison Nether Thunder rang out.

And within the sea area beneath the Magnetic Storm Thunder Prison.

Dense swarms of thunder-sphere creatures, like an army, were moving along the seabed, and at this moment, they heard Zhang Huizhi's voice.

They lined up in a formation that was not neat but was nonetheless grim, trampling over shipwreck debris and patches of coral sea one after another.

The electric sparks that splashed when their spherical bodies collided instantly burned the silver fish swimming nearby into ash.

At this moment.

"Yes!"

"Loot everything!"

"It's all ours!!!"

"Charge!!!"

Nearly one hundred thousand thunder-sphere creatures began to boil, and streaks of thunderous light intertwined deep within the seabed, appearing exceptionally blinding.

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"Li Zhiyi, you really cannot practice Body Tempering or Blood Qi..."

"Why not try Mental Power?"

Inside a courtyard.

Zhang Yu frowned as he watched Li Zhiyi practicing with a saber.

Li Zhiyi was too strange; his physical body could not practice Blood Qi or Body Tempering at all, and he could only practice the power of will.

On the battlefield, the power of will was mostly used for support; relying solely on the power of will to attack was still too weak.

It's not like you could interfere with an enemy's will and then go hack at them with a saber.

Even if Li Zhiyi's power of will was very strong, his physical strength was still that of a mortal.

Many Body Tempering martial artists, once they reached the Unity Realm, possessed bodies of steel and iron; even if they just stood there, you couldn't break their skin if you tried to hack them.

Li Zhiyi stood silently in the courtyard.

"Boss, I want to be alone for a while."

Zhang Yu sighed:

"Don't be discouraged. Even if you can only practice the path of will, just follow me and provide support; the two of us can still kill enemies just the same."

Li Zhiyi nodded.

Zhang Yu left, leaving only Li Zhiyi alone in the courtyard.

"Why?"

Li Zhiyi murmured:

"Why would the heavens bestow such a constitution upon me?"

He looked into the distance, and through the courtyard wall, he could still see that towering statue standing between heaven and earth.

That night, he had watched with surging blood.

For the first time, he learned that a man could live like that.

It turned out that the ultimate power in the human world could suppress an entire province and slay an Empress in front of the whole world.

That was how a person should be.

Not a good-for-nothing who could only practice the power of will.

Li Zhiyi clenched his fists:

"I, Li Zhiyi, shall not be inferior to anyone in my life!"

"If I can only practice the power of will, then I will reach the pinnacle of the power of will!"

His eyes erupted with brilliant light, and a heroic spirit instantly swept through the courtyard.

And just at this moment.

Woo!

A low and resonant siren blast echoed throughout all of Qinzhou.

"Assemble!"

"Assemble!!!"

A massive sound rang out.

Outside the courtyard, the sounds of Blood Qi roaring like thunder erupted instantly.

"The Five Clans are invading!"

"Kill them all!"

"Kill!"

…………

The vast earth, with heavy clouds pressing down like lead, made it impossible to breathe.

War had begun!

It arrived suddenly.

From the border of Iron Province, an army of hundreds of thousands struck.

The two armies clashed without dialogue, without roars.

The crowd surged toward the other side like a tidal wave, crazed.

Sky-Reaching Mechs stepped forth from the land of Iron Province, shaking the heavens and earth; the mechs' eyes erupted with brilliant light, and two scarlet laser beams shot down from their eyes.

Instantly bombarding the earth.

Rumble!!!

The earth cracked, soil flew, and smoke and dust filled the air.

Human limbs mixed with mud, emitting wisps of blue smoke.

The military guards could not care about the corpses of their teammates underfoot, only charging forward madly.

Opposite.

The soldiers of the Five Clans were lunatics, rushing toward them like a flood of wild beasts.

High above the sky.

Luo Puxin, Chen Min, and other high-end combatants had already clashed in a bloody battle with the Sixth-Order and Creation Realm experts of the Five Clans.

Countless flashes of fire exploded in the high heavens.

Hum!

A brilliant blade light struck from Xiaoyang City.

Shen Yiwei, dressed in military guard attire, traversed the void holding a long sword.

"Shen Yiwei, you have Eighth-Order combat power; if you join the battle, you violate the agreement!"

An indifferent voice rang out from Iron Province.

From the direction of Iron Province, rays of brilliant light suddenly rose from the horizon.

Five Eighth-Order experts of the Five Clans stood like morning stars, confronting Shen Yiwei.

"I know!"

Shen Yiwei's expression was icy:

"I will not kill Eighth-Order experts, but I will fight Eighth-Order experts!"

His voice was chilling as he charged directly toward Iron Province.

"I'll cripple you!"

An Eighth-Order expert of the Five Clans shouted coldly, instantly inciting the battle.

On the earth.

"Die!"

Li Zhiyi held a long blade in one hand, decapitating a Five Clans soldier.

The next moment.

Zhang Yu rushed over, grabbing Li Zhiyi and flying toward the distance.

With a boom.

The spot where Li Zhiyi had just been was instantly blasted into a dirt pit hundreds of meters in diameter by the laser fired from a Sky-Reaching Mech, with blue smoke filling the pit.

The comrades who had been beside Li Zhiyi were now all blown into minced meat, with half a head looking up at the sky.

Li Zhiyi's pupils shrank; he had almost died.

"Stay close to me!" Zhang Yu roared, his face covered in mud.

"Yeah!"

Li Zhiyi erupted with the power of his will, the invisible power of will instantly enveloping him and Zhang Yu.

Immediately, the two charged forward.

Zhang Yu held a machine gun; as he pressed the trigger, the machine gun in his hand flickered, turning into a blur.

Under his exquisite control, the machine gun became a series of precision shots.

Because of Li Zhiyi's presence, many Five Clans soldiers dared not charge at Zhang Yu, fearing that getting close would affect their own battle intent.

The roars on the ground and the clashing of weapons in the sky twisted into a giant rope, tightening until the sun and moon faded into the color of blood.

This was war.

One battle lasted for several days.

Everyone was a martial artist, fighting with physical strength, fighting with Qi, blood, and force.

But Li Zhiyi had the body of a mortal; by the third day, his face was pale, and his body was swaying.

He stepped across the earth, but his foot tripped on something; looking down, it was half an arm.

The entire land had turned the color of blood, with fragments of human corpses everywhere.

A building, a plaza, or even just a house.

Could evolve into a meat grinder where hundreds of people perished.

Even the air was heavy with a thick, fishy stench; that foul odor, combined with the sweltering heat, was nauseating.

Above the Green Mountain.

The three thousand military guards of the Punitive Battalion had been reduced to only seven hundred.

The remaining guards were either heavily wounded or lying on the trees and the ground, faces covered in blood, staring numbly at the sky.

"Go get some rest; they won't be able to attack for a while."

Zhang Yu looked at Li Zhiyi behind him and spoke.

"I can still hold on for a while." Li Zhiyi's face was deathly pale; his body had long since reached its limit.

But by now, he also understood that he was important.

Once the battle lacked his power of will, the entire Punitive Battalion would fall into a decline.

Time and again in battle, he had continuously forced and squeezed his own power of will.

He could feel that he was like a sponge; as long as he kept squeezing, his power of will became ever more powerful and vast.

In the forest, the guards of the Punitive Battalion looked numbly at Li Zhiyi; someone's eyes trembled as they took out a letter and handed it to Li Zhiyi:

"Li Zhiyi, keep this safe. When you have time, give this letter to a woman named Zhang Cui. The address is on the letter."

The man said, carrying a smile:

"Do me a favor."

Li Zhiyi's expression flickered slightly as he accepted the letter.

This was not the first time.

Many people had handed their suicide notes to Li Zhiyi.

Many people knew that Li Zhiyi was a Will Martial Artist, and as he became increasingly outstanding, his chances of survival were high.

But they, perhaps, had no chance left.

Zhang Yu watched in silence, opened his mouth, but could not say a word.

"Boss, we can't hold on much longer." Someone said with a bitter smile:

"We might as well retreat."

Zhang Yu swept a cold glance at that person:

"The order from above is for our Punitive Battalion to hold Green Mountain to the death; a large force will come to reinforce us tomorrow."

As Zhang Yu's voice fell, a look of hope appeared in many people's eyes.

Yixian City had been lost.

A few days into the war, the flames of battle had spread directly to Yunmeng City.

And it was at this moment.

Rumble!

A thunderous sound rose from the distance.

"Reconnaissance!!!"

Zhang Yu let out a low roar.

The scout's voice came through:

"The Heavenly General sculpture has been destroyed!"

As the scout's voice fell, Zhang Yu's eyes instantly turned cold, and he took out an electronic insect and threw it into the void.

Soon, the image transmitted by the electronic insect appeared on the tablet.

But he saw.

That Heavenly General sculpture that stood between heaven and earth had been severed at the waist by a blade light from a Creation Realm expert of the Five Clans, and it crashed down with a boom.

This scene was seen by everyone in the Punitive Battalion.

Rage instantly spread to the heart of every person.

In the past, the Five Clans dared not destroy the old residence of the Heavenly General when passing by, yet today they had directly destroyed the Heavenly General sculpture; this was a humiliation to the entire Military Guard!

The rage spread among them, and even Zhang Yu's expression tightened.

He clenched his fists, tears shimmering within his eyes:

"The Heavenly General has fallen, that is why they dare to be like this; if the Heavenly General were still here... still here..."

His voice began to tremble.

To the side, Li Zhiyi watched in a daze.

He had fought side by side with Zhang Yu; this man had never cried when facing a desperate situation, nor had he cried when seeing his teammates die.

At this moment, however, tears appeared.

Li Zhiyi opened his mouth; he remembered that roar from that night.

"A real man... should be like this!" he whispered, clenching his fists.

And at the very next moment.

At the foot of the mountain, a thunderous sound suddenly erupted.

"Enemy attack!" a scout reported.

Everyone looked at each other and stood up.

"Kill!!!"

The next instant, they charged down Green Mountain.

One day later.

The Punitive Battalion was left with only five hundred men.

"Why hasn't the rescue force arrived yet?"

Someone spoke with ragged breathing.

Zhang Yu looked at that person and said:

"They will arrive tomorrow; the main force sent me a message. There was a slight problem today, but this time the Blood Sword Saint is leading the expedition in person, so we will definitely recover Yunmeng!"

As Zhang Yu's voice fell, the hearts of the crowd, which had been hanging in suspense, finally settled.

Boom!

A booming sound rang out from the foot of the mountain once again.

"Enemy attack!"

The scout's voice came again.

Zhang Yu swayed as he stood up once more, looked at Li Zhiyi and the others, and smiled:

"Hold out through today!"