Chapter 1066 - 336: Victory Report, Victory Report, Victory Report (Part 4)

It was obvious that the Grandmaster Martial Artists from Earth couldn’t gain even the slightest advantage.

The low-grade Martial Artists at the very bottom finally began a head-on clash.

Within a few seconds, the ground was already stained with a layer of fresh blood.

The Human Race corps’ morale was sky-high, and they quickly fought their way to the edge of the Demon Slaying Altar. The casualties were brutal, but at last they saw a glimmer of victory.

As long as they could capture the Demon Slaying Altar, they would no longer have to fear the Other Races descending into the interior of the Divine Land.

Bai Xiaolong and Meng Yang wanted to charge into the fray, but the two of them were, after all, just Wuda Students, and they were directly assigned to logistics by the Zhao Qi Corps.

Right at this moment, the low-tier Human Race corps finally had to face their first harsh test.

With the blessing of the Frost Vine Armor, the Defense Power of the Human Martial Artists skyrocketed, so their charge was extremely fierce.

But on the front line of the Demon Slaying Altar, the Yangxiang Race dispatched several hundred Martial Artists clad in poisonous skins.

These Martial Artists were green from head to toe, their entire bodies shrouded in a slimy green toxic hide. As long as a Human Martial Artist touched their skin, he would fall into a poisoned state—some were in such agony they rolled all over the ground, while others even directly passed out.

Even Fifth-Grade Martial Artists simply couldn’t withstand those poisonous creatures.

"That’s the Poison Water Corps from the Eight Races Sacred Land. I didn’t expect Cang Ji to actually call in that notorious corps!"

A Fifth-Grade Commander gnashed his teeth.

Because of the Poison Water Corps’ appearance, the low-tier battlefield instantly bogged down into a stalemate.

The Martial Artists from Jing Niao City had really mediocre combat strength. Divine Land Martial Artists didn’t fear them at all—under the blessing of Frost Vine Armor, even with fewer troops, in theory they could completely seize the Demon Slaying Altar.

But the Poison Water Corps was just too damn hateful.

They weren’t particularly good at killing, but they possessed Absolute Defense, like a bunch of poisonous hedgehogs.

As long as these Martial Artists just stood there, all you could do was stare at them—you simply couldn’t make a move.

No matter how many people went forward, the Poison Water Corps had ways to get you all poisoned.

In truth, the toxins weren’t even that strong. Don’t say fatal—there wouldn’t even be serious injuries left behind, and detox medicines weren’t needed. After a few hours, the Martial Artists would recover on their own.

But this was the battlefield.

Temporarily losing combat power was no different from losing your life.

"We’ll push forward with human lives!"

At the front of the army, an aggressive Human commander roared.

"No!"

"Martial Artists below Fourth Grade are completely useless up there.

"And Fifth-Grade Commanders can’t be thrown into a pile. After we occupy the Demon Slaying Altar, we still need to guard it for a long time.

"If all the Fifth-Grades get poisoned, who’s going to defend the Demon Slaying Altar?

"We have to think of another way!"

Another commander shot down that idiotic decision.

"Then what do we do!"

The Human army was stuck in a quagmire.

"Come on, we’re going to slaughter your cities. Hurry up and occupy the Demon Slaying Altar, hurry!"

The Other Race Martial Artists were still taunting.

The Yangxiang Race of the Poison Water Corps were already ugly to begin with. When they laughed, they looked like colored snot, making people want to stomp them just to feel better.

"What do we do, use the Mandarin Duck Swordsmanship?"

Meng Yang turned his head to look at Bai Xiaolong.

"Can Mandarin Duck Swordsmanship instantly kill hundreds of Fifth-Grades?"

Bai Xiaolong asked back, his face cold.

"No way!"

Meng Yang gritted his teeth.

The Yangxiang Race’s camp was very cunning.

When facing Human Fifth-Grades, they would put the Poison Water Corps in front as a shield.

But whenever the Humans tried to use Fourth-Grades to grind down the Poison Water Corps, the ordinary Yangxiang tribesmen behind them would instantly switch formation, pushing the Poison Water Corps to the rear.

Like this, the Yangxiang Race could sit in an undefeated position.

Meng Yang and Bai Xiaolong’s Mandarin Duck Swordsmanship could kill Fifth-Grades, but there was no way they could wipe out all members of the Poison Water Corps.

And in the Military Department’s plan, the two of them were trump cards meant to sit in town at the Demon Slaying Altar.

By joining forces they could unleash a Grandmaster-level strike, effectively defending against the Other Races’ counterattack.

If they fired off Mandarin Duck Swordsmanship as a blank shot now, that would be like throwing down a royal flush just to beat three trash cards—a complete joke.

"What the hell do we do!"

The Fifth-Grade Commanders were all troubled.

Watching the second wave of Yangxiang tribesmen getting ready to wreak havoc among the Humans, they absolutely could not allow that to happen.

Up in the sky curtain, the Human Grandmasters likewise saw the existence of the Poison Water Corps and wanted to swoop down to slaughter that pack of beasts.

Unfortunately, the Other Race Grandmasters stuck to them like a plaster of dogskin, clinging tight; they simply had no chance.

Bai Jinghao also noticed the Poison Water Corps.

Unfortunately, for the moment even he couldn’t think of a way to deal with the Poison Water Corps.

The battle situation froze.

"The Poison Water Corps specializes in defense. The low-tier battlefield can’t be broken for now—we have to speed up the process!"

At the very top of the sky curtain, Mo Qizheng’s face was dark.

The situation was even worse than he’d imagined. The only good news was that Lin Dongqi’s ambush had worked.

Right now Cang Ji was just a living target, letting them bombard him as they pleased.

Because the bombardment was too brutal, blood sprayed wildly from Cang Ji’s body. The three Ninth Grades were slaughtering in blood, like three men made of gore.

Peak means peak.

Though they looked just like ordinary people on the surface, the fresh blood in their bodies was like a spring, utterly inexhaustible.

"Right, kill Cang Ji, and all our problems can be solved in one stroke!"

Yan Chenyun also spoke coldly.

"Cang Ji, as the first Peak expert to be executed by Ninth Grade, you must be feeling damn aggrieved right now!"

Zhao Qian’en’s face was deathly pale, the state of having overdrawn his Qi Blood.

Madness was burning in his eyes.

He could finally avenge his great hatred; Zhao Qian’en felt an indescribable rush of satisfaction.

Grandmaster camp.

"Clan Venerable, hurry and fight back!"

The Yangxiang Race Grandmaster Martial Artist of Jing Niao City was blocking the Divine Land humans’ bombardment while still worrying about Cang Ji’s situation.

It was obvious Cang Ji was about to be killed.

If Cang Ji died, everyone here would end up dead.

The human Ninth Grade experts were just too many.

"A bunch of laughable idiots, you have no idea what trump card the Cangji Cave holds. Only I, Heiye, am truly his confidant!"

Heiye smiled coldly.

Right now, he had a kind of superiority as if gazing down on all living things.

Aside from himself, no one knew the secret of the Owl Flame Louse.

He also knew Cang Ji wasn’t afraid of Lin Dongqi’s Mystic Ice at all; he was just setting a counter-trap.

...

Divine Land Military Department!

Yuan Longhan and the others were also watching the battle at Jing Niao City.

Seeing Cang Ji completely bound in place, seeing Zhao Qian’en and the others’ plan to behead a Peak expert about to succeed, everyone’s hearts were lodged in their throats.

"Grand Marshal, looks like Cang Ji really has fallen for it. He has no trump cards left!"

An Yushan let out a long breath, her whole body almost collapsing from exhaustion.

If Cang Ji had no trump card, then humanity already had half the victory in hand.

"Jie jie jie jie jie... My disciple has no trump cards? You’re overthinking it.

"Relying on that heart of Lin Dongqi to kill a Peak expert... you people really are naïve.

"My disciple Cang Ji is playing along with your plan, and also intends to use your Divine Land’s three Ninth Grade experts to thoroughly stabilize his cultivation.

"Old dog Yuan Longhan, thanks for that twenty-year Peak Pill. You’ve already lost!"

At this moment, the clump of gray mist on the desk let out a shrill laugh.

In an instant, the atmosphere in the office froze solid.

...

"Hahaha, hahahaha!

"Divine Land Martial Artists, you’re stupid and arrogant—stupid in a pathetic way, simply ridiculous.

"I’ve always known there was a problem with Lin Dongqi’s heart. The only reason I dawdled here with you three was to devour your Qi Blood and use it to thoroughly stabilize this Venerable’s realm.

"Now you’ve already been locked down by this Venerable’s Blood Prison. You don’t even have the chance to run for your lives, you conceited fools!"

Cang Ji burst into manic laughter.

He no longer wore that tortured expression from before. Instead, a layer of blood mist erupted out of his body.

That blood mist shattered the ice shards on Cang Ji in an instant.

He regained his freedom.

Meanwhile Zhao Qian’en, Yan Chenyun, and Mo Qizheng were directly locked down like Cang Ji had been earlier.

Pu!

Pu!

Pu!

Cang Ji lightly flicked his fingers and all three spewed blood at the same time, instantly wounded.

In that moment, the land fell into dead silence.

Cang Ji had reversed the kill—had the human plan failed?

Up in the sky, Zhao Qian’en’s face was snow white, his whole body plunged into an ice-cold abyss.

What were those red mists, exactly?

Why was his brother-in-law’s Mystic Ice completely unable to suppress Cang Ji?

This was simply impossible.

Yan Chenyun and Mo Qizheng looked at each other and saw despair in one another’s eyes.

In that instant, the human army fell entirely into disadvantage.

Cang Ji had broken free.

The Demon Slaying Altar was at a stalemate.

Humanity was about to sink into a quagmire.

...

"Good news!

"West Martial Su Yue, Shenchu City’s Prince Qing, Su Qingfeng, and retired veteran of the Bianhan Corps, Yao Chenqing, have personally captured Rock-Piercing Armor, which can break Cang Ji’s Owl Flame Louse.

"Heaven bless the Divine Land—Cang Ji is doomed!"

Right at that moment, from the murky horizon came a loud shout.

At the same time, two terrifying auras arrived.

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