Chapter 762: Marching Out

Half a month.

Outside the military city walls stretching nine thousand li east-west, it could become a battlefield of flesh and blood.

Every day, tens of thousands of Snow Plains warriors fall.

Arrows, elixirs, chaos fire cannons, super main guns.

Occasionally, a golden solar shuttle crazily falls from the sky.

In the high skies, Wu Tie gathered Divine Manifestation Realm experts, and they fought the Snow Tribe's Elders to a standstill.

The noble houses and clans of Wuguo, the elders of the great tribes of Fuxi Divine State, the elders of the three thousand great tribes under Chiyang Shen Shan, and the number of Divine Manifestation Realm Elders of the Snow Tribe are not as numerous as the people Wu Tie has summoned.

No matter how many Divine Manifestation Realm experts the Snow Tribe sends out, the military city always has opponents of equal strength, old-timers covered in pearls and jewels, bearing who-knows-how-many defensive secret treasures, who face them in a battle impossible to tell apart or decide superiority.

The Divine Manifestation Realm Elders were tied up, and the power of the gigantic ice sculptures was poured entirely into the Xuanming Grand Formation; the Snow Tribe's warriors could only use their flesh and blood to assault the military city built with all effort by the Mo clan.

Thirty-six Four Spirit War Ships hovered high in the sky, the enormous war barge like a golden dragon tens of thousands of zhang long, fiercely coiled above the clouds; plus tens of thousands of other war ships big and small formed a battle array—these peak craftsmanship weapons of Wuguo continuously spewed scorching light pillars onto the battlefield.

The Snow Plains warriors came riding a sky-full of icy wind and crystal gales, while the violent attacks released from the military city shattered their icy wind and crystals.

The Five Elements Daoist stood at the center of the north city wall of the military city; behind him rose a towering fusang tree three thousand zhang high; atop the fusang, a fist-sized bird hopped about, cheerfully emitting a hoarse 'ga-ga' sound, radiating intense light and heat from its whole body.

The heat released by the Three-legged Golden Crow was, across this battlefield spanning ten thousand li, like a small sun.

The ice crystals and cold wind were canceled out by the military city's frenzied attacks; the heat from the Three-legged Golden Crow then directly affected the Snow Plains warriors' bodies, as well as their mounts and warbirds.

In half a month's time, at least tens of millions of Snow Plains warriors, war beasts, and warbirds withdrew from the battlefield due to heatstroke.

The stout and sturdy Snow Plains warriors, the fully furred Snow Plains war beasts, the densely feathered Snow Plains warbirds... they hadn't even had time to adjust to the southern temperature before being thrust into a huge furnace and roasted alive.

Truly pitiful them.

Many tribe's little sorcerers exerted all their strength to stir up cold winds, hoping to counteract the unfavorable battlefield environment.

But the Five Elements Daoist, coordinating with the fusang and the Three-legged Golden Crow, has strength comparable to two or three experts at the tenth heaven of the Divine Manifestation Realm; how could these little sorcerers of the Fetal Storage Realm and Life Pool Realm possibly oppose him?

The cold winds dispersed, the ice crystals melted; on the battlefield, pillars of light fell to the ground, shafts of fire shot up into the sky, great masses of mushroom clouds swallowed countless Snow Plains warriors, roasting nearby Snow Plains warriors slick with oil and sweat, some charging forward, charging forward, then collapsing face-first.

Occasionally among the Snow Plains warriors there are outstanding elites who, with peak Fetal Storage Realm cultivation or half a step into the Divine Manifestation Realm, can actually exert the killing power of a first-heaven Divine Manifestation Realm expert.

Immediately, yin-yang qi like giant shears descended from the heavens, easily slicing them in two; then bead after bead of Canghai Divine Pearls fell upon them, smashing these painstakingly cultivated top elites of the Snow Tribe into bloody mud.

In midair, a Snow Tribe Elder was severely wounded by a sudden arrow from Li Guang; his opponent Zhao Xiang then seized the moment and unleashed three hundred bolts of yin lightning, blasting his divine body to shreds, his aura plummeting from the third heaven of the Divine Manifestation Realm to the peak of the Fetal Storage Realm.

"Ancestor..." this Snow Tribe Elder screamed hoarsely, spitting blood as he looked toward the direction of the Xuanming Grand Formation.

Twelve ice pillars stood heaven-high and earth-firm, emitting dazzling divine light.

The angry curses of Xuanming Bu Lao echoed faintly within the formation; it seemed the eleven Xuanming Old Ancestors had also noticed the unfavorable turn on the battlefield, and they were furiously cursing Wu Tie, wondering why he still hadn't hurried to die.

Within the military city, Xi Wu Le let out a shout, and the elders of the Four Ferocious Families led a multitude of clansmen charging out.

Taotie, Taowu, Hundun, Qiongqi—these tribal warriors who inherited the bloodlines of the legendary primordial ferocious beasts all activated their bloodlines, transforming into the primitive forms of their ancestors, as huge beasts hundreds of zhang in size madly charged into the battle array of the Snow Plains warriors.

The giant beasts opened their huge mouths and madly gulped down.

Vast numbers of Snow Plains warriors were swallowed whole in one bite; each giant beast, especially those of the Taotie lineage, saw their aura constantly increase. The ferocious beast bloodline works thus: the more they devour, the stronger they become. The Taowu elders charging at the front have already swollen to over two thousand zhang in length in an extremely short time.

The more they eat, the bigger they grow; the bigger they grow, the stronger they become; the stronger they become, the faster they eat.

The reason the Four Ferocious Families were infamous in the primordial era is that their power increase is utterly unreasonable; their method of power increase poses a huge threat to all peoples.

They truly deserve to be called a ferocious beast bloodline capable of destroying heaven and earth.

In the Nine Heavens Supervisory Talisman Xuanming Grand Formation, the "on his last breath" Wu Tie suddenly sneezed.

His body trembled, and the thick layers of Xuanming ice covering him shattered piece by piece; the rings of ice-crystal light sealing him also collapsed.

Wu Tie yawned and stretched lazily.

Eleven enormous faces appeared out of thin air above the world manifested by the Xuanming Grand Formation; Xuanming Bu Lao among them, the eleven Xuanming Old Ancestors stared at Wu Tie as if seeing a ghost.

"No, this makes no sense!" Xuanming Bu Lao shrieked hysterically.

What did he see?

He saw Wu Tie's body covered in grayish-white Xuanming Dao patterns; he felt the terrifying aura within Wu Tie that seemed faintly about to surpass him, the Xuanming Dao rhythm; he also felt Wu Tie's aura rise from an ordinary first-heaven Divine Manifestation Realm all the way to the ultimate state of a perfected tenth-heaven Divine Manifestation Realm.

Totally unreasonable!

Wu Tie's internal Xuanming qi is actually stronger than theirs.

Especially, Wu Tie's body has such a clear Xuanming bloodline fluctuation, and faintly…… Wu Tie's Xuanming bloodline fluctuation exerts an absolute suppression over Xuanming Bu Lao and them.

Wu Tie's bloodline is older and more primitive than theirs, like a primordial demon god from the time when heaven and earth were split, standing starkly before them.

"Hehe, your cultivation is not bad." Wu Tie said leisurely, his eyes spewing grayish-white cold light: "Thanks, it's not you lot; I want to fuse the Xuanming Grand Dao into myself—I don't know how many years of effort it will take."

"Thanks!" Wu Tie chuckled, transforming into a gust of wind that soundlessly merged into the Xuanming Grand Formation.

"Don't run!" Xuanming Bu Lao bellowed hoarsely.

"He's out!" Outside the formation, at a distance of ten li, the cold wind that Wu Tie had turned into spun in place, revealing Wu Tie's figure.

"Xuanming Bu Lao, this king has marched out, unscathed in my march out…… Take your dog spawn and scram!"