666 Cries of The Desolate (1/2)

No one knew if Haotian would smile when humans thought. And no one knows it Haotian smiled when humans waged war. However, in the end, both thinking and going to war were matters related to mankind. No matter whether Haotian smiled or not, men would still continue to do both. They would think and ponder or shed blood.

The goshawk flew away, and the dark cloud approached. The war in the Wilderness continued, and at every moment, someone fell. Swords were broken and blood flowed. The dust gradually settled; perhaps because the cavalry was not able to rush at high speeds or because the lands were dampened by blood and littered with bodies.

In the middle of the battlefield, the powerful Desolate Man soldiers continued to rush forward, tearing out a huge portion of the cavalry from the South Jin Kingdom. The legendary powerful Papal Cavalrymen of the West-Hill Divine Palace were destabilized by them. Of course, they also paid a heavy price for this. Many Desolate Man warriors were felled on the path they charged on.

Leather coats and sleeves fluttered in the wind, tinged with a heavy scent of blood... and from there, emerged a shadow. Tang, who was bathed in blood, tore through the battlefield like a burning rock, causing more than ten warhorses to be thrown into the air. He tore apart several priests from the West-Hill Divine Palace with his bare hands before reaching Luo Kedi.

Blood flowed from Tang's body like a waterfall. It wasn't his; it all belonged to his enemies. An organ of a priest hung above his shoulder, looking extremely gory.

Luo Kedi knew who he was and his face paled suddenly as fear overtook him. He instinctively wanted to hide or run but knew that Tang would pulverize him if he did so. Even if he were to survive by sheer luck, the Hierarch Lord would definitely bestow onto him a more miserable fate.

There was a sharp bellow as Luo Kedi waved his divine blade and brought it down on Tang's head. The blade whistled sharply in the air as the gold runes on the blade suddenly lit up. The power of the blade grew instantly.

Tang looked at the falling blade with a deadpanned expression. He punched out with his mountainous fist, which landed squarely on Luo Kedi's blade. The blade cracked and its hilt shuddered. The hilt which Luo Kedi was holding split open, and then, a terrifyingly immense power traveled up along his arm and assaulted him.

There was a loud crack, and his shoulder blade broke. Blood gushed out madly from Luo Kedi's severed appendage. His left arm had become a blade and slashed down viciously onto his shoulder. He was fortunate to survive the assault by breaking the assaulting force through forced resistance.

Tang leaped into the air just as Luo Kedi fell to the ground. Tang smashed his foot toward Luo Kedi's head. As he watched the nearing sole caked in blood and mud, a look of despair crossed Luo Kedi's eyes.

What he was feeling right now, was exactly like how Cheng Ziqing had felt earlier when he sensed the terrifying blazing fist. However, like Cheng Ziqing, the lightning strike had saved his life, just mere moments before being at death's door.

The thunder and lightning just above the Wilderness had been pursuing Tang for a long time, but had not managed to catch up. However, they managed to catch him, just as he seriously injured Luo Kedi.

Tang smashed his foot down onto the ground, forcing the lightning strike into it. The ground of the Wilderness, which had been moistened by blood, shook and blood squeezed out from between the torn up grass and branches.

There was a roar of lightning and a Taoist Sword appeared, stabbing through Tang's abdomen.

Tang was a Wayfarer of the Devil's Doctrine. He might even be the last of its wayfarers. He was very powerful and not even the Sword Garret powerhouse, Cheng Ziqing was his match, much less Luo Kedi.

There were barely any swords in this world that could pierce through his body. But he had been stabbed by one.

Even so, with the hardness of Tang's body, it would be difficult to find a sword that could pierce straight through him. However, this sword had managed to pierce his skin, going deep into his body. Blood oozed from the edge of the sword.

It was not a sharp and unparalleled precious sword, nor was it the undefeatable sword by the quiet pool of the Sword Garret. It was a thin wooden sword that looked exactly the same as it did ten years ago, except that it now had a hilt.

The person holding the hilt was naturally Ye Su.

Tang was the World Wayfarer of the Devil's Doctrine while Ye Su was Haotian Taoism's World Wayfarer. The two were like the two surfaces of Earth, that would eventually collide and then meet in a deadly battle.

They were both standing at the very peak of the world, and each had their own pride. Ye Su had faced the Academy's jun Mo at the Lanke Temple. Jun Mo had turned away, and so had he. Evaluating the current battle in the Wilderness, he had disdainfully dismissed the thought of killing ordinary Desolate Man warriors. Instead, he focused his energy on Tang alone.

Of course, there was no such thing as absolute fairness. Other than having to avoid Ye Su's sword, Tang also had to protect his tribesman and fight the powerhouses of Haotian Taoism. Most importantly, he had led the Desolate Man's tribe to battle against the Central Plains on the Wilderness for many days. To be more precise, he had already been fighting for several years.

Ye Su, who had been mentally prepared for this, was at his very peak. Against the weary Tang, the result of the battle was not difficult to imagine. The wooden sword pierced deeply into Tang's abdomen before roaring thunderously.

A bright red wound appeared on Tang's abdomen. Blood flowed from his eyes, mouth and nose. This was no longer the blood of his enemy, but his own.

Tang was seriously injured just as the two met. However, he did not reveal anything on his face and did not look as if he was fearful.

His legs suddenly burst into flames. The brilliant red flame was like lava from a volcano; blazingly hot and weighing down. His right leg left the ground at an odd angle, and then, he kicked downwards!