Chapter 221: Strange changes spring up everywhere!

On the boundless battlefield, wind and clouds shifted, thunderous force of ten thousand jun.

Niu Mo Wang's towering stature was like a mountain; each step he took seemed to make the earth tremble.

The vigorous energy emanating from his whole body was like substance, forming wild phantom oxen that madly charged at the Soul-Hooking Army with his movements.

The Soul-Hooking Army's formation was orderly, yet before this domineering vigorous energy, it still appeared somewhat wobbly.

Just as the Ox Demon King stirred up shocking waves on the front battlefield, the Yellow Turban Warriors in the rear were not idle either.

Their eyes flashed with a determined light, as if the flames of faith were burning.

"The azure heaven has fallen, the yellow heaven shall rise!"

The leader's loud shout was like a thunderclap from clear sky, shaking everyone's spirit.

This was not just a slogan, but also the faith and battle oath in their hearts.

"The azure heaven has fallen, the yellow heaven shall rise!"

As the leader's shout fell, the Yellow Turban Warriors stepped forward in unison, their movements neat and uniform, as if forged through a thousand tempers.

The great formation behind them activated, mysterious runes surfacing one after another, exuding an ancient and mysterious aura.

They swiftly changed formation, following the marvelous layout of the military's great formation, each person taking the most suitable position.

Their auras began to link, power continuously transmitted and strengthened between them, as if forming a vast energy field.

At the center of this energy field, a huge Dharma Aspect began to coalesce, its outline growing clearer and its emitted aura ever stronger.

These runes intertwined in the air, ultimately forming a towering Dharma Aspect—the Yellow Heaven Dharma Aspect.

The Dharma Aspect stood several zhang tall, its whole body golden yellow, as if forged from pure gold, emitting a scorching, blinding light.

Its visage was solemn and dignified, its eyes seeming to hold endless wisdom and power.

One hand held a shield, the other grasped a spear, like a guardian deity on the battlefield, granting the Yellow Turban Warriors boundless courage and strength.

Under the blessing of the Yellow Heaven Dharma Aspect, the Yellow Turban Warriors' momentum surged instantly.

When the Yellow Heaven Dharma Aspect fully coalesced, the entire battlefield fell silent.

The Soul-Hooking Army's soldiers gazed solemnly at this huge Dharma Aspect, feeling the powerful pressure emanating from it.

This pressure made them feel suffocated, as if even breathing had become difficult.

"Attack!"

The leader of the Yellow Turban Warriors shouted loudly again.

Following his command, the Yellow Heaven Dharma Aspect moved.

With a swing of its battle spear, a burst of vigorous energy instantly sliced, cleaving the front-line Soul-Hooking Army soldiers in two.

Where the vigorous energy passed, flesh and blood flew, wails filled the field.

Some of the Soul-Hooking Army's strength up front had already been used to suppress the Ox Demon King at the center.

At this moment, the Soul-Hooking Army, whose entire energy had been drained by the Ox Demon King, had no power to resist before the Yellow Turban Warriors' mighty force.

Their formation was quickly torn apart, the soldiers falling like harvested scallions.

Yet the Yellow Turban Warriors did not halt their advance.

They closely followed the Yellow Heaven Dharma Aspect, launching an even fiercer charge.

Sturdy figures darted across the battlefield like lightning, each swing of their weapons taking a life.

They incessantly shouted the slogan "The azure heaven has fallen, the yellow heaven shall rise!", as if to engrave this belief deep into every enemy's heart.

The two armies clashed, instantly erupting in an earth-shattering fierce battle.

Under the protection of the Yellow Heaven Dharma Aspect, the Yellow Turban Warriors were fearless and brave, each strike seeming able to split mountains and crack stone.

Meanwhile, the Soul-Hooking Army, having reacted, was not to be outdone, temporarily lessening its force suppressing the Ox Demon King.

Relying on tight formation and superb martial skill, they engaged the Yellow Turban Warriors in a contest of Dao Soldiers.

On the battlefield, blades and swords intertwined into a net, the cries of killing shaking the heavens.

The Yellow Turban Warriors grew braver with battle; their faith seemed to become an endless wellspring of power, sustaining their continual advance.

Meanwhile, the Soul-Hooking Army suffered successive defeats under the Yellow Turban Warriors' frenzied assault, its formation gradually falling into disorder.

The Ox Demon King at the front also sensed the changes on the rear battlefield.

He turned his head and saw the Yellow Heaven Dharma Aspect towering majestically, emanating boundless light and power.

This stirred in his heart a surge of heroic ambition, his vigorous energy whirling more frenziedly, his attacks growing ever fiercer.

Under the fierce onslaught of the Yellow Turban Warriors, fellow Dao Soldiers, the Soul-Hooking Army's formation began to loosen.

Meanwhile, the soldiers of the surrounding Azure Dragon Regiment, seeing reinforcements arrive, also had their morale greatly boosted.

They reorganized their defenses and, together with the Yellow Turban Warriors, launched an even fiercer attack on the Soul-Hooking Army.

"Brothers, follow me to kill!"

The commander of the Azure Dragon Regiment waved his long spear, his voice like thunderclaps, shaking the entire battlefield.

The troops followed closely behind, like tigers descending the mountain, charging at the Soul-Hooking Army with the force of thunderous might.

The Yellow Turban Warriors and the Azure Dragon Regiment converged, their two mighty forces surging like a flood, unstoppable.

Qiao Shefei also seized the opportunity to break out of the encirclement, his form like a dragon, his movements like wind, each sweep of his blade able to take a Soul-Hooking Army soldier's life.

Under the combined assault of the three forces, the Soul-Hooking Army began to suffer successive defeats, like a lone boat battered by huge waves, on the verge of capsizing.

Their formation began to grow somewhat disordered, the soldiers each feeling panic and dread, morale low.

Once the Soul-Hooking Army that had suppressed the four directions for the Da Qian dynasty, invincible under heaven.

Yet now on the battlefield they were in such a sorry state, like a flock of sheep awaiting slaughter.

Meanwhile, the Yellow Turban Army grew braver with battle, their momentum like a rainbow.

Like a flood of ferocious beasts, they swept across the entire battlefield, devouring every enemy who dared to block them.

"Ding! Yun Xin Rou's skill Heavenly Arrow explodes!"

Heavenly Arrow: top-tier skill for archery-class military commanders, evolved from the Flying Arrow and Divine Arrow skills; the effect of activating the skill varies from person to person.

Effect One: When wielding a bow and arrow in combat, martial force +5.

Effect Two: When using Linked Pearl Arrows against enemies, each arrow instantly adds +2 to martial force, up to a maximum of five arrows stacked.

Effect Three: When facing a melee-type enemy, if their base martial force is lower than yours, there is a certain chance to nullify one of their melee-type negative skill effects on yourself. Note: The greater the difference in base martial force between the two sides, the higher the probability of this skill effect succeeding.

Current Yun Xinrou base martial force 106, weapon Cangyun Divine Bow +1, battlefield Thousand Miles Cloud Smoke Steed +1, Heavenly Arrow Effect One +5, Effect Two activated three times, martial force +6, current martial force rises to 119!

Just as the Bull Demon King, Yellow Turban Warriors, and Azure Dragon Legion three sides converge into an unstoppable torrent.

Determined to annihilate the Hook Soul Army in one fell swoop on this Luzhou battlefield, a critical juncture.

An abrupt change occurs!

Suddenly, from the deep formation of the Great Qian army, a snow-white feather arrow shot like a meteor across the night sky, whistling sharply as it flew forth.

On that arrow, endless chill and killing intent seemed to condense; wherever it passed, the air seemed to freeze.

Immediately after, accompanied by the thunderous sound of hooves and the clashing of iron armor, a large contingent of heavy cavalry surged forth like a steel torrent from the camp of the Great Qian army.

They wore heavy armor, held spears and sharp swords, and their warhorses were extraordinarily divine; each step they took seemed to shatter the ground.

(End of chapter)