Chapter 512

Three Jin Dan level poisonous liquid giant snakes, each as huge as an elephant, with astonishing speed, chased from behind.

Diao Ye retreated into the purple-black poisonous fog, activated spells, encouraged the fog, and rolled over along the ground.

Wu Lan held a poisonous thorn spear, constantly patrolling outside, throwing it from time to time, almost every time taking away a soldier's life.

With poisonous fog in front, poisonous liquid giant snakes behind, and Jin Dan savage cultivators harassing from left and right, the Three Generals Camp was like a black bear stepping into an ambush circle, suffering attacks from all sides.

Zhang Hei finally couldn't endure it, the blue veins on his neck bulged, his hair stood on end in anger: "A group of petty villains!"

He waved the black snake spear in his hand and directly activated the military arts contained in the weapon.

Military Art—Great Army Pressing the Border!

The military power of the Three Generals Camp, as well as his own magic power, fell by 40% in an instant, condensing into black water soldiers.

The soldiers surged like a tide, rushing in all directions.

The soldiers crashed into the purple-black poisonous fog, and although they dissolved one by one, they also offset a large amount of poisonous fog, causing the poisonous fog around the Three Generals Camp to dissipate quickly, leaving a clear area, making the Three Generals Camp temporarily escape this crisis.

The soldiers continued to rush toward Diao Ye, and Diao Ye spontaneously felt a strong oppressive force, forcing him to retreat and retreat constantly.

Wu Lan shouted, wandering around, feeling the invisible pressure crushing over, he struggled to resist this huge force and had to retreat backward.

His face was purple, and the poisonous thorn spears in his hands were constantly thrown and constantly condensed.

But these spears were all pressed to the ground by the invisible huge force halfway through their flight, with no combat results.

More soldiers were like a pitch-black giant wave, rushing toward the three Jin Dan level poisonous liquid giant snakes.

The giant snakes hissed, opened their big mouths, and swallowed one soldier after another. The snake tails swept, exploding a series of soldiers, sweeping out a large open space.

The soldiers' weapons stabbed the giant snakes, pulling out wounds. From the wounds, large amounts of poisonous liquid gushed out, covering the nearby soldiers, dissolving and poisoning them on the spot.

Although the soldiers were not a match for the poisonous liquid giant snakes, they were numerous, and they kept coming one after another.

The momentum of the poisonous liquid giant snakes was successfully stagnated, and their body size also slowly shrank along with the fierce battle. Their aura also fell from the peak, constantly falling downward.

"General Zhang is mighty!"

"Woohoo!"

The real soldiers of the Three Generals Camp cheered, morale stabilized, and military power began to recover faster.

Seeing this, Wu Lan felt resentment, his face full of poisonous hatred.

Poison Art—Poison Thorn Piercing the Heart!

Wu Lan stretched out his five fingers, gripped virtually, and once again condensed a small poisonous spear with magic power, grabbing it in his palm.

But this time the poisonous spear was much smaller than the previous spear, like a chopstick.

Wu Lan's eyes almost popped out of their sockets. He stared dead at the Three Generals Camp, his expression ferocious, his eyes bloodshot.

A large number of soldiers from the Three Generals Camp came into his view.

Wu Lan stretched out his left palm.

His palm was pitch black, and blood light radiated from the palm prints. The blood light flowed and gathered in the palm, turning into the appearance of a heart.

Wu Lan gripped the small poisonous spear tightly with his right hand, then fiercely stabbed toward his left palm.

The poisonous spear aimed at the heart blood light in the palm and pierced it directly.

Wu Lan's expression did not change, only a muffled groan.

Compared to him, many soldiers clutched their hearts, screaming miserably because of the severe pain.

They often only screamed once before falling to the ground, dying of poison.

Without seeing any attack, the comrades beside them died so strangely, making many soldiers terrified. The morale of the Three Generals Camp became turbulent.

Wu Lan pierced his left palm again, then immediately pulled out the poisonous spear and stabbed toward his left palm for the second time.

Blood splashed, and the severe pain came again.

And the soldiers of the Three Generals Camp also suffered casualties again.

Wu Lan constantly pierced his left palm, his movements agile, his expression ruthless. The brows he had tightly furrowed earlier gradually relaxed.

The severe pain kept coming, and he quickly adapted, reaching the realm of enjoyment from endurance.

There were more than a dozen holes in his left palm, and the whole palm was almost pierced to rot.

And the results he achieved also reached the current highest, with at least 80 soldiers dying as a result.

"Heart Poison?!" Liu Er used both hands, mobilizing spiritual sense and talent simultaneously, only then finding the reason for their death from the corpses.

A sense of powerlessness rose in his heart.

Relying on his own defensive means alone, it was extremely difficult to guard against such strange attacks.

Talent—Purple Beard Startled Goose!

Generals Guan Hong struck fiercely.

He frantically stimulated the Red Face Blood Robbery Sutra, and his whole body radiated blood light.

The blood light was deep red and purple.

The purple light was extremely dazzling, directly shining on Wu Lan, causing his movements to stop instantly.

Military Art—Single Blade Straight In!

This was the military art that came with the Blood Dragon Blade, allowing Generals Guan Hong to directly explode his offensive, often seizing the initiative.

This was the advantage of mastering a weapon!

The blood-colored blade light condensed into shape, rushing to Wu Lan's front with lightning speed.

"Bad!" Wu Lan's expression was fixed, but his emotions still changed.

Intense fear swept through his whole body.

But the next moment, poisonous liquid lingered from his feet, quickly turning into a spherical barrier, adding protection to him.

Talent—Thousand Whiskers Reflecting Blood!

Generals Guan Hong glared, and several of his eight-foot whiskers broke.

Several long whiskers were restored into a large amount of essence blood, directly poured into the Blood Dragon Blade.

The aura of the Blood Dragon Blade violently surged by a large margin, driving the blood-colored blade light to become even more powerful and sharp.

The Blood Dragon blade light pierced the pitch-black poisonous liquid barrier, and then, with undiminished momentum, split Wu Lan in two!

"Wu Lan" turned into two pools of poisonous water and fell to the ground.

Generals Guan Hong had originally been certain of success, but now that the attack missed, he couldn't help but show a trace of surprise.

The next moment, from a nearby poisonous liquid rain pool, Wu Lan was squeezed out.

He was soaked all over, kneeling on the ground, staring at Generals Guan Hong again, his face full of lingering fear.

Just now, facing Generals Guan Hong, he had almost no power to resist.

Generals Guan Hong's talents cooperated with each other, able to explode extreme offensives in an instant, often making it difficult for people to resist.

Wu Lan considered himself quite powerful among the Jin Dan level.

But at this moment, comparing himself with Generals Guan Hong, he immediately discovered that the latter was much stronger than himself!

Generals Guan Hong did not look at him, but looked at Tu Ming in the distance.

The one who just saved Wu Lan was exactly this Poison Abdomen High Priest of the Hundred Poison Tribe!

Tu Ming was seven feet tall, with bronze skin and a sturdy body.

He wore animal skins, walked barefoot, and was wrapped in the remains of a giant snake.

A large number of snake bones and viper scales made up many accessories, decorating his whole body.

At his neck, there was a necklace hanging with snake teeth and numerous poison sacs.

Fighting until now, seeing the brand-new combat power of the Three Generals Camp, Tu Ming knew that if he didn't take out some trump cards and pay some price, he wouldn't be able to easily take down this enemy army.

Thus, he pulled a poison sac off the necklace and poured magic power into it.

The poison sac was restored to the size of a palm and held in the hand by the Poison Abdomen High Priest.

His five fingers pressed the poison sac, constantly kneading.

In the kneading, the poison sac slowly spat out a strand of yellowish-brown poisonous gas.

Poison Art—Rotten Flesh Sore! The poisonous gas flew away quickly, and no matter what means the Three Generals and Ning Zhuo used, there was no way to dispel it all.

Soon, a few strands of poisonous gas were inhaled into the nasal cavities of the soldiers.

The poisoned soldiers screamed miserably one after another, tearing at their own skin.

Poisonous sores appeared on their skin, extremely itchy.

But after scratching them open, the poisonous sores constantly overflowed with pus, eroding the healthy skin around them, expanding the poisonous sores by a lot.

The poisonous sores quickly spread throughout the body, causing the soldiers' flesh to rot in large patches, revealing white bones, and they died miserably on the spot.

Even the three generals felt itchy all over, and poisonous sores gradually grew.

Liu, Generals Guan, and Zhang immediately used their respective means to try to treat, but the treatment was not only ineffective, but it also intensified!

The three generals changed color one after another.

Tu Ming sneered: "My poison art, Rotten Flesh Sore, specifically restrains those with a body cultivator foundation. The stronger the body cultivator foundation, the harder it is to curb the poisonous sores, and the faster the erosion."

"Enjoy it well, Liu, Generals Guan, and Zhang!"

"This time, it's different from the previous ambush battle."

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"You have no reinforcements! Even if you ask for help, the other three armies are likely unable to protect themselves at this moment."

Under Lu Lu Hongtu's planning, the Thousand Peaks Forest side made precise countermeasures.

Tu Ming, Diao Ye, and Wu Lan, these three savage cultivators, were just one of the routes.

Green Sky Giant Wood Mountain.

The Golden Halberd Army encountered an attack by a wolf pack halfway around the mountain.

The wolf pack, covering the sky and earth, intertwined into a vast offensive tide like waves, attacking the Golden Halberd Army wave after wave.

Sun Gan was in full armor, his expression cold and arrogant: "It's just repeating old tricks."

"Gu Ya, you seem to have treated my Golden Halberd Army as the Savage Demon Camp."

"How can such a wolf pack block my Golden Halberd Army?!"

Saying this, he activated military arts, maintained the battle formation, led the Golden Halberd Army to charge upward, and moved forward courageously.

The entire Golden Halberd Army was like a sharp golden war halberd, splitting the waves and moving forward in the offensive tide of blue and gray wolves, unstoppable!

Wherever they went, military arts raged, countless mountain wolves fell to the ground, becoming wolf corpses.

"Unless you dispatch those Jin Dan level mountain wolf guards of yours. Otherwise, sending more troops is just a vain sacrifice." Sun Gan issued a ruthless mockery to Gu Ya in the distance.

The painful casualties of the wolf pack made Gu Ya angry and hateful, and he gritted his teeth: "Sun Gan, you think I am the main force? I am just responsible for entangling your army."

"The one who is really going to deal with you is naturally someone else!"

Saying this, the invisibility art behind him slowly dissipated, revealing a Nascent Soul level powerhouse who had been hiding until now.

His body was extremely sturdy, his chest as wide as a city gate, his limbs as thick as tree trunks, and his whole body had light blue skin.

A pair of snow-white tusks were like two crescent moons, winding out from both sides of his nostrils, and also like two curved blades.

"The contemporary Elephant King?!" Seeing this silent giant demon, Sun Gan couldn't help but skip a beat in his heart.

Boom!

The contemporary Elephant King smashed into the military formation of the Golden Halberd Army like a mountain peak.

Sun Gan was supported by his charge from the very front of the team to the middle position.

Sun Gan's mouth and nose overflowed with blood, slowly raising his head, seeing the giant Elephant King like a mountain, looking down at him ruthlessly under the dazzling sun.

Moon Hook Giant Wood Mountain.

The enemy suddenly appeared on the mountaintop.

His eyes were covered with a black cloth, his upper body was bare, painted with blood totems, and he carried two huge crescent curved blades on his back.

It was Di Lu!

The Red Flower Camp quickly formed a formation.

Just as the Red Flower Dharma Image condensed, the world suddenly changed!

The sunny sky of the day suddenly turned into a night moon.

Above the deep night sky, a crescent moon hung high in the sky like a hook.

The crescent moon shook gently, and it directly hooked away the half-missing Red Flower Dharma Image above the Red Flower Camp!

The Red Flower Dharma Image was hung in the night sky by the moon hook, becoming a rootless source, and began to dissipate quickly.

The Red Flower Camp was in chaos.

Even the veteran soldiers were encountering such a bad situation for the first time.

"Calm down!" Mu Lan shouted loudly, while activating her means.

Military Art—Morale Boosting!

After the military heart stabilized, Mu Lan mobilized the soldiers again, gradually creating a second Red Flower Dharma Image.

Still, before the Dharma Image could condense, the moon hook shook again and hooked away the second Red Flower Dharma Image!

The morale of the Red Flower Camp fell again, and even Mu Lan herself rarely furrowed her brows.

She did not expect that the Thousand Peaks Forest could restrain the Red Flower Battle Formation to such an extent!

"This is a Dao Field!"

"The ancient god worshipped by the Pale Moon Tribe has finally made a move."

Mu Lan immediately guessed the truth.

A Dao Field is not something that can be set up so easily.

Generally speaking, a cultivator must reach at least the Void Refinement stage to set up their own Dao Field.

But there are exceptions.

The biggest exception is gods.

Gods can naturally use certain laws of heaven and earth. If they reach the level of divine understanding, it is called a Supernatural Power!

Gods take their mastery and understanding of the laws of heaven and earth and take them out, which can transform heaven and earth to a certain extent, forming a Dao Field.

Similar to the Dice Bone Demon God, as well as the current Pale Moon Ancient God, they are such examples.

For a time, Mu Lan was at a loss.

There are special rules in the Dao Field of the Pale Moon Ancient God.

Although she hadn't tested it out yet, she could already determine that the Red Flower Dharma Image didn't even have a chance to condense.

"This will be an extremely difficult bitter battle!" Mu Lan's expression was slightly pale, her mood extremely heavy.

Pig Hair Giant Wood Mountain.

The Savage Demon Camp also encountered trouble.

Wild boars attacked!

The wild boars formed a torrent, constantly rushing out of the sparse mountain forest, fiercely impacting the camp of the Savage Demon Camp.

The traps were leveled, the trenches were quickly filled, and the fences and obstacles were all knocked down by the wild boars.

Xu Dali had already gone out of the formation to challenge Ju Bing, the culprit who controlled the wild boar pack!

Ju Bing and Gu Ya were the most famous and strongest beast tamers in the Thousand Peaks Forest.

Gu Ya was good at controlling wolf packs, while Ju Bing was good at wild boars.

Facing Xu Dali's scolding, Ju Bing folded his arms and looked indifferent.

In his view, a beast tamer and a body cultivator general fighting one-on-one was simply the stupidest thing in the world!

Xu Dali soon fell into a bitter battle.

Ju Bing could dispatch wild boars to impact the camp while retreating, bringing huge casualties to the Savage Demon Camp.

If this trend continued, Xu Dali would definitely reap a painful and direct defeat.

This battle group fell into the eyes of interested people.

"This Xu Dali is really stupid, having an army but only borrowing military power and then acting alone!"

"In this way, the Savage Demon Camp will soon be broken by the wild boar pack, rushing into a great rout."

"Not necessarily."

"You forgot an important reason."

"The Savage Demon Camp suffered heavy casualties and has been filling in soldiers on a large scale. These people are from savage tribes or demon cultivators, and because of their own intelligence, customs, etc., they need a lot of real training, otherwise, they are just cannon fodder on the battlefield!"

"It's almost time, we should make a move!"

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