Chapter 1517

"Is rescue needed!"

A subordinate officer asked respectfully.

"No need to bother."

Although the Han reinforcements have arrived,

our own reinforcements have also arrived.

They're nothing but ants—not worth our time.

On this ancient continent, only we reign supreme.

No matter who comes, the end result is only destruction!"

The Grand Marshal said coolly.

But just then, his eyes suddenly widened.

Because, right after his voice fell silent,

a vast torrent of energy slammed directly against the outer edge of the camp.

"Boom—!"

A thunderous crash rang out.

The Grand Marshal's head shattered instantly.

1197's frenzied slaughter

His eyes filled with disbelief.

Then his body slowly collapsed to the ground.

The aura of death swept through the entire camp at once.

The Han soldiers were slaughtering wildly.

Their eyes glowed with bloodlust.

"Crash!"

After another deputy general was cut down,

the entire camp was filled only with wailing.

At this moment, the commander could no longer hold back.

"Han traitors, don't you dare run!"

He roared.

His figure shot forward instantly.

But how could the Han soldiers stop?

They crushed forward relentlessly.

In a short time, hundreds of cities had already been abandoned.

And now the army was still pushing deeper.

"Report, Your Majesty, enemy forces detected within five hundred li ahead!"

Just as Ximen Wudi was preparing to lead his army in another surprise attack,

a scout ran up and spoke.

Every Han general present was a powerhouse.

So even this scout, the moment he saw Ximen Wudi, felt overwhelming excitement.

"Good, let's go take a look!"

Hearing the voice, he nodded and said.

Then he moved forward.

When he arrived nearby,

he realized the scale of this army was enormous.

Strong waves of energy radiated from within.

Clearly, it was an army composed of Saint Realm Eighth Layer experts.

The leading general wore a golden robe and had a handsome face.

He now glared at Ximen Wudi and shouted.

"You will kneel and surrender at once, or face death!"

His voice brimmed with boundless arrogance.

He was Prince Jin Peng, tasked with leading this army to block Ximen Wudi.

After all, these people had come slaughtering from Ancestor Hongmeng—if they provoked the wrong foe, it would be troublesome.

"Heh, so you're a prince, are you?

What audacity! With your strength alone, you can't stop my Han iron cavalry.

Since you've come, stay here.

Kill!"

Ximen Wudi said coldly.

Then he gave the order once more.

Behind him, the Black Dragon Prince showed no mercy.

He immediately led his troops and charged forward.

"Kill!"

His voice rang out.

Holding a long blade, he slashed toward the Jin Peng Prince.

The blazing blade resembled something capable of shattering the heavens.

"Hmph!"

Seeing this scene, the Jin Peng Prince's expression changed; he opened his golden wing feather fan and met it head-on.

"Boom!"

The two clashed together.

They emitted a deafening roar.

Causing the entire space to tremble involuntarily.

The Jin Peng Prince's eyes revealed shock—he did not understand when he had provoked the Black Dragon Clan.

Yet the Black Dragon Prince's eyes revealed a smile.

Though the Jin Peng Prince was a prodigy, his gap with him was far too great.

Not only was his cultivation much weaker, but he also lacked battlefield killing experience.

Now he was being suppressed.

Yet, just as the two were locked in combat,

the Han army had already surged forward.

"Boom—"

The battle-axe carved a terrifying arc and came crashing down.

A Saint of Seventh Layer, with no chance to react,

was instantly cleaved to death on the spot.

Blood mist spread throughout the tent.

Immediately after, another volley of arrows rained down as the army advanced.

At this point, the war had grown even more brutal.

Meanwhile, the Qin Emperor paced anxiously inside the tent.

This matter was beyond his control.

He wished to aid the Han, but had no way to do so, for he knew the enemy's target was not merely Qin.