Chapter 1159 – The Swamp of Blood (2/2)
Like giants, catapults moved to the plains in front of Xuelao City. The demons within the city felt like they were seeing the ancestral spirits of the Gruel clan, and their faces paled.
Giant stones, mixed with gunpowder, flew through the sky, drawing out extremely high arcs before barely managing to thump into the city. Even more stones smashed straight against the walls, inflicting little direct damage. However, the rain of stone shards falling against the ground inflicted mass casualties on the tribal warriors below.
At the height of the battle, two demi-human tribes suddenly launched an attack from the northwest. The demi-human North-Pacifying Army had done nothing but wander around the plains upon leaving Cong Province, but this had turned out to be nothing but a smokescreen. The true demi-human reinforcements had detoured through the grasslands of the Elf race, traversing through the mountain ranges of the west. Under the cover of the Western Army, they silently approached Xuelao City, waiting for the crucial moment to deliver a fatal strike to the demons.
Yet another powerful foe caused the demon armies to finally crumble. More and more tribes began to scatter and flee.
As the setting sun dyed the entire plains red, the Demon Commander, seeing that the situation was extremely dire, sought to sneak into the human camp and kill an important figure like Chen Changsheng to turn the tides, or at least temporarily slow the demons' defeat.
In a swamp to the south of the city, where the mists were so thick that not even wind could scatter them and not even the garish red rays of dusk could pierce through, Wang Po had been waiting for the Demon Commander for many days.
When the Demon Commander borrowed the suicidal assault of several hundred wolf cavalry to hide herself amongst the blood and corpses and sneak into the camp, Wang Po pulled out his blade.
The bright glow of the blade tore open the swamp's thick mists, illuminating the entire world.
Wang Po did not launch a sneak attack. His approach was extremely forthright and open.
The Demon Commander glanced at the camp in front of her, regret appearing in her eyes.
The human armies were currently pushing into Xuelao City, and the main camp had also been moved up several dozen li.
The figures of Chen Changsheng and Xu Yourong were already clearly visible.
”Ah!”
The Demon Commander let out a howl of anger and reluctance.
The corpses of the human and demon soldiers around her began to explode, causing a rain of blood to descend.
Blood flowed on the armor, drenching the green rust and bright jewels, which now exuded an aura of cruelty and madness.
She turned around, took that massive curved blade from her back, and went to meet that bright blade glow.
With a crack, a fissure several li long appeared on the plains. In it were underground springs and melted earth.
The Demon Commander swayed twice but quickly steadied herself.
Her extremely short body looked like that of a giant in everyone else's eyes.
She raised her long blade and charged into the swamp.
The ground quaked, cold winds were sliced to shreds, and the thick mists were cleaved open.
The two most powerful blades in the world clashed once more.
Terrifying blade intents roiled the mists into tornadoes, quickly clearing the air.
The tens of thousands of people on the plains could clearly see what was happening in the swamp.
Though the black soil of the swamp was extremely soft and wet, the two figures moved across it so quickly that they were blurs.
Two blade glows would occasionally shine over the world, casting the black mud into the sky.
Gradually, the truths concealed by the swamp for countless years were exposed. Here were piles of white bones, treasure chests filled with gold, and many secret chambers.
These forgotten remnants of history, these potential stories from the past, were sliced into pieces by these two powerful blades.
In front of absolute strength, everything else lost meaning.
With a thunderous boom, Wang Po's blade clashed directly with the Demon Commander's.
All the water in the swamp was sent into the air and fell back down in a muddy rain. The soft and wet mud was also sent flying, falling back down in a circle with a radius of several dozen li. Both demons and humans were drenched in an unbearable stench.
A furrow, ten-some li long, appeared on the plains.
Wang Po stood at the end of this furrow, half his body buried in the ground.
His face was pale and two trickles of blood were streaming from the corners of his lips. His hand was trembling and another chunk had been hacked out of the blade.
The Demon Commander fared no better. She traced a white line in the sky before slamming into the gates of Xuelao City.
All the demon soldiers on the city walls heard that boom and felt the walls shake.
The Demon Commander vomited blood, slightly clearing up her blood vessels. Just when she wanted to fly back to the top of the city walls, a shadow fell over her face.
This shadow originated from a massive kite.
In the light of the sunset, this kite seemed to be ablaze.
It was an excellent fit with the painting hanging beneath the kite.
Other than the painting of Sangharama Temple ablaze, a person had also been tied to the kite.
The wind blowing against the white paper caused it to flap.
Xiao Zhang leapt toward the city gate, the Frost God Spear in hand, a strange babbling shout on his lips.