Chapter 1084 - 347: He Has It Harder Than Others (Third Update)

The situation has completely spiraled out of control.

The battlefield in Jing Niao City has largely stabilized.

Low-level Martial Artists are stubbornly defending the Demon Slaying Altar.

Now the Martial Artists no longer need to use their lives to guard the Demon Slaying Altar; the army simply surrounds it like an iron barrel, ensuring no Yangxiang Race will get in.

The domain of the Demon Slaying Altar has become an empty iron barrel.

After all, it is a weapon of the foreign race, who knows what other strange effects it might have; using lives to crowd it was a last resort.

Now it can be safely defended, there’s no need to take risks anymore.

Grandmasters are still hunting down low-level Martial Artists.

The army in Jing Niao City has already experienced over half casualties.

The remaining Martial Artists huddle together, all the foreign races have pallid faces, seemingly only by gathering can they not fear the strong.

They glance around, everywhere are the severed limbs of the Yangxiang Race; the ground as a whole is crimson hot, corpses strewn about forming an endless crimson carpet, a veritable hell on earth, shocking to behold.

What’s even more terrifying is the Wuwen Race Grandmasters are still continuing their massacre.

Of course, their speed has slowed, perhaps they are somewhat fatigued.

At this time, Fifth-Grade Commanders of humanity also joined the slaughter.

Humanity and the foreign races are mortal enemies, there is no such thing as prisoners or surrender.

If I dare to show mercy today, tomorrow you will be the fallen soul beneath the blade.

The battlefield has descended into chaos and darkness.

Skyward, high above.

Although Cang Ji is a Peak Race, he now only has half a life left, ready to perish at any moment.

Zhao Qian’en wields the Roaring Divine Spear, while a smile creeps onto his lips.

He is Ninth Grade, incredibly powerful.

The situation in Jing Niao City was crystal clear to him.

His four young brothers are exceptionally promising.

Recalling the last time the five brothers stepped into Jing Niao City, it feels like yesterday.

But now.

He himself is slaying the Peak Race Venerable of Jing Niao City.

And his four brothers are assassinating the second-in-command of Jing Niao City.

"Cang Ji, do you feel sadness?

"You finally broke through to Peak Race, but are slain by several Ninth Grades, while your most trusted subordinates are killed by several Fifth Grades.

"You and your confidant really are cut from the same cloth, even the way you die is identical.

"Being dragged to death by those weaker than you must be quite frustrating!"

Murderous words!

As Zhao Qian’en attacks Cang Ji, he mocks him simultaneously.

"Pah, that Heiye beast!"

Indeed, Cang Ji is infuriated to the point of fainting.

Heiye, his confidant, was the greatest blunder of Cang Ji’s life.

Truly stupid.

Betraying me, what benefit did you gain?

You, a dignified Eighth-Grade City Lord, once the second figure of Jing Niao City, are now slaughtered by a group of Fifth Grades, a disgrace to the Yangxiang Race.

Killed by Fifth Grades.

How weak you must be.

Yan Chenyun and Mo Qizheng also looked shocked.

Su Yue and his batch of young men are exceptional.

Four Fifth Grades forcibly driving an Eighth-Grade City Lord to the brink of desperation.

And where did they acquire so many peerless battle methods?

Let’s not just talk about the spells of peerless battle methods; even the cultivation conditions are extremely demanding, without significant funding, success is impossible.

Outstanding.

Their excellence is somewhat unfathomable to the two of them.

"Qing Gai, are you trying to escape?"

Another battlefield.

Bai Jinghao gazes coldly at Qing Gai; he isn’t in a hurry to kill Qing Gai.

After all, as long as he sets up a defensive net with sword moves, Qing Gai cannot escape.

Once Cang Ji dies, or when Jing Niao City is breached, there will be Ninth Grades assisting him.

It’s very difficult for one Ninth Grade to kill another.

But things start to get interesting when two Ninth Grades attack.

Oh right, there’s also Wang Yetao.

Ying Guanming is the weakest among Ninth Grades; Wang Yetao is not far from success either.

"Hmph, even if I die today, I’ll drag you down with me!"

Qing Gai wears a ferocious expression.

He really wants to escape, but there are simply no opportunities.

This damn Ninth-Grade human is like sticky candy, with no chance to shake him off.

In the distance, one of the two Eighth Grades he brought has already been slain.

Chopped into pieces, death horribly tragically, indescribable in words.

The other is also at his last gasp, his whole body battered with not a piece of intact skin.

These two subordinates did not lack pleas for mercy; they knelt to humanity, even wanting to run over seeking his help.

Unfortunately, he cannot even protect himself.

The regret of Qing Gai’s life is following Cang Ji.

If he could have stayed at the Eight Races Sacred Land for life, how would he suffer such misfortune?

In theory, my aptitude is no less than Cang Ji’s, I too have a chance to break through to Peak Race.

Hate.

Qing Gai now only wants to escape, but there is simply no opportunity!

Fei Tianhong and Gang Yue also looked grim.

They never expected humanity to be so terrifying; how many Ninth Grades need to die in this war?

When will the dreadful iron cavalry of Earth’s humanity stop?

And why are the low-level Martial Artists of humanity so formidable?

Four Fifth Grades can directly besiege an Eighth-Grade City Lord leaving him defenseless, what kind of prowess is this?

"Wang Yetao, must you pursue so relentlessly?

"Now state your terms, I can agree to any condition!

"Spare me this once, I’m begging you, spare me!"

Ying Guanming’s breath grew increasingly feeble.

He truly doesn’t want to die.

Having lived cautiously for a lifetime, finally breaking through to Ninth Grade, yet suddenly facing death—he is unwilling.

Really unwilling.

"Friend, at this stage, let’s not joke."

Wang Yetao chuckles calmly.

So-called Ninth Grade, in essence, is merely stronger Qi Blood than ordinary people, nothing more.

Compared to courage, the alien army also has many Martial Artists who are fearless in the face of death, and there are even cases of Fifth-Grade aliens injuring human generals.

But whether it is Ying Guanming or Cang Ji, neither is too tough.

"Instructor, my senior brother is simply an Immortal!

"When I get married, I must use my senior brother as a template!"

Ma Xiaoyu watched the situation in Jing Niao City, her muscles trembling with excitement.

She never thought that war would be so thrilling and exhilarating.

The light of senior brother, even the sun cannot block it.

Sadly, senior brother already has senior Mu Cheng.

So infuriating!

"He’s just lucky!"

Sima Lingling glared at Ma Xiaoyu.

This little fellow, must not follow Su Yue to learn bad habits. The reason Ma Xiaoyu was sent to the Humid Realm this time was because the entire support system was participating in the battle, it was just to let her see the world.

Su Yue’s situation is different.

If Ma Xiaoyu impulsively chooses a partner based on Su Yue’s standard of sending heads, she is likely to become a widow!

"This nephew truly has inherited my skills, he’s as handsome as I am!"

Lu Xiliang looked at Su Yue with gratification, filled with emotion.

"Will you also teach senior brother the art of corpse driving?"

Ma Xiaoyu asked curiously.

Lu Xiliang shook his head without speaking, maintaining an air of mystery!

"Are you afraid that secretly passing on the skill would lead to extermination by the sects in Xiangxi?"

Ma Xiaoyu asked again, curiously.

"He couldn’t drive a corpse for hell, he’s good at driving thick skin!"

Sima Lingling sneered.

My student is excellent, what does it have to do with you, Lu Xiliang?

Rumble!

Uncertain when, the massive sound from the sky seemed to weaken somewhat.

"Zhao Qian’en, if we cease fire now, I can spare your Divine Land, otherwise, you will regret it!"

Cang Ji tried to maintain calm.

But only he understood his own state.

Truly can’t hold on anymore.

That damned Lin Dongqi, the cold poison in his heart is tens of times more terrifying than imagined.

When Owl Flame Louse was suppressing, Cang Ji hadn’t felt it so deeply.

But now, with double damage, Cang Ji is truly caught in a bind.

It’s not a joke.

Cang Ji never imagined that he would become the first Peak Race Venerable to be slain by a Ninth Grade.

Crucially, he has never once enjoyed the power of being at a peak throughout.

It’s suffocating.

"Hehehe, Cang Ji, can I interpret this as you pleading for mercy?

"Unexpectedly, the haughty Cangji Cave Race Venerable also has a day to beg for mercy!

"Really absurd!"

Zhao Qian’en stood in the void, disdainfully mocking Cang Ji!

"If you want to beg for mercy, you can ask the Lin Dongqi behind you, ask if he agrees?"

Then, Zhao Qian’en pointed remotely at the ice sculpture behind Cang Ji.

The expression in his pupils was complex.

"Beg for mercy?

"Humph, you Ninth Grade, don’t even deserve my plea for mercy.

"I want to... negotiate with your Divine Land’s Yuan Longhan!"

Cang Ji gritted his teeth.

"Yuan Longhan, I know you’re watching this war. I, Cangji Cave, want to negotiate with you now!"

Then, Cang Ji shouted towards the void.

"Negotiate? Ridiculous! Who are you to do so?"

Rumble!

Zhao Qian’en has no belief in Cang Ji’s tricks.

The Roaring Divine Spear trembled, leaving another scar on Cang Ji’s shoulder.

Yan Chenyun and Mo Qizheng followed right behind.

"Damn it, you just wait.

"The Extreme Dao Spiritual Cannon can’t be activated yet, wait a moment and you’ll be begging me. Just wait!"

Cang Ji roared in his heart.

No one noticed, but on Cang Ji’s wrist, there was a very tiny flame.

No one could perceive it in the midst of terrifying air waves.

This is the activation spell for the Extreme Dao Spiritual Cannon.

Cang Ji needs time to brew it, damn Zhao Qian’en.

Actually, Cang Ji was about to succeed several times, but Zhao Qian’en interrupted by breaking his arm.

Although peak limbs can regenerate, the flame painstakingly brewed must start anew.

Fortunately.

Zhao Qian’en, this beast, is now focused on bombing the chest, seemingly abandoning limb attacks.

Just you wait!

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Divine Land Military Department!

An Yushan and the others were still studying Yang Lezhi’s unrivaled battle technique.

Too amazing.

Even Master Yuangu, who has seen a lot, is bewildered, unable to understand what Yang Lezhi’s absolute battle method really is.

Ultimately, the three inferred that Yang Lezhi must have inadvertently obtained the Yangxiang Race’s unrivaled battle method blueprint, eventually cultivating this Sand Eagle technique.

This was also his fortune.

As for how much Yang Lezhi sacrificed for solo combat, no one knows!

But it can’t be easy, they understand absolute battle methods, hence they understand Yang Lezhi.

Of course, the precise cooperation among Su Yue and the four also surprised several strong ones extraordinarily.

While the cooperation looks simple, it is truly not simple.

Merely the courage to face an Eighth Grade strongman, a typical Fifth Grade doesn’t possess, this requires long-standing slaughter to forge astonishing courage.

Su Yue, no need to elaborate, has achieved glorious battle merits, he’s a Lang Li Baitiao!

Meanwhile, Bai Xiaolong and Meng Yang are also considered outstanding among the rising stars.

Lastly, Yang Lezhi, is the most surprising one.

In Yang Lezhi’s eyes, they saw unprecedented obsession and tenacity.

For Yang Lezhi to grow to this extent, he must have endured pain far exceeding what his age should bear.

He has it tougher than others!

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