1332 The Battle of the Two Armies (1/2)
The experts in Imprisoned Dragon Pass trembled and felt a shock of cold. As they looked up, they saw the barrier crack and break into crystal-like fragments before falling from the sky like an ice-cold rain, freezing their hearts and washing them over with horror.
The wind was beginning to gust in the vast battlefield that fronted the city, kicking up dust and sand.
As the shield gradually disappeared, the Nether Prison experts' surging auras finally appeared in the sky together with numerous battleships, which were spewing with energy as they waited to unleash their strongest attack and destroy Earth Prison. Experts could be seen standing on every ship, armored and high-spirited. They were the vanguard.
Dom! Dom! Dom!
A war drum was sounded. In one of the battleships, a bare-chested burly man was beating a huge bronze drum with a great hammer. Whenever he struck, the drum boomed like thunder. The sound was deafening, and yet it made one's blood boil. That was the effect of a war drum.
Standing on the bows of the battleships, the experts' eyes were bright, and their auras were imposing.
”Charge!”
Battle cries rang out suddenly, and they immediately jumped out of the ships, turning into beams of light and rushing toward the ground.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
As every expert of the vanguard landed, the ground collapsed and caved in, while cracks spread continuously in all directions.
On the walls of Imprisoned Dragon Pass, the Earth Prison experts were tense. They would not admit defeat when facing the Nether Prison vanguard.
Prison Overlord Luo Ji's pink hair was waving. She was clad in a black suit of armor that perfectly highlighted her curvy figure. Suddenly, a small yellow flag appeared in her hand. She waved it and sent Nether energy into it, causing it to float up into the sky, flashing with a thousand lights. Then, as a rumbling sound rang out of it, the battlefield about thousands of miles wide outside the city responded. In the blink of an eye, an array emerged from under the ground, bursting with light!
The Nether Prison experts rushed into the array like savage monsters, and a rumbling sound rang out. These experts were not weak, and they were all Five or Six-revolution Little Saints. When they rushed into the array, they immediately smashed and fought with it.
In the sky, the war drum of Nether Prison beat louder and faster like a storm that came so suddenly.
Dom! Dom! Dom!
Every beat seemed to strike on one's heart.
Boom!
Some experts were crushed into pulp by the array, but others managed to resist its attack and were trying to break through it.
Roars and unyielding growls resounded through the sky.
Rumble!
An expert finally rushed out of the array, covered in blood. Holding a spear, he approached Imprisoned Dragon Pass.
Jin Jiao roared, then he grabbed a long black iron knife, kicked the parapet, and flew out of the city.
”Die now, you bastard from Nether Prison!” As he cried out, a terrible aura exploded out of him. Holding the knife with both hands, he fell from the sky and landed on the ground, facing the red-eyed Nether Prison expert. The next moment, he thrust the knife and hacked the expert in half. A cloud of blood mist spread through the air.
In the sky, more Nether Prison experts broke through the array. Battleships rumbled as one figure after another jumped off them and landed on the ground, shouting and roaring. For a moment, countless Nether Prison experts rushed into the array.
On the wall of Imprisoned Dragon Pass, Luo Ji's face turned ghastly pale, and her little yellow flag grew dimmer before it was ripped apart.
The Nether Prison army rushed through the gap that riddled the array and trampled it down like a troop of chivalry with iron hooves.
This was the first wave of Nether Prison's attack, and the attackers were experts below the Little Saint Realm from the nine clans. They were also the main force of this war!
After Jin Jiao killed the Nether Prison expert with a strike, his eyes shone brightly. He then grabbed the Corpse Ghost Soul Sealing Fan from his back and shook it, turning it into a huge iron fan about several meters high.
He watched as the army charged toward him. Terrible killing intent seemed to have turned into a multicolored great beast over it. His eyes became red as he roared, grabbed the iron fan, and waved it hard.
With a rumbling sound, a tornado appeared, turning into a long dragon and crashing toward the center of the battlefield. As it swept across the land, numerous experts were sucked into it, wailing and shrieking.
All of a sudden, a Nine-revolution Little Saint stepped out of a battleship and floated in midair. Facing the huge tornado, he reached out a hand, then closed and opened his palm. At the gesture, the soil on the ground flew up into the air, clung to the tornado, and wrapped it from bottom to top. Soon, a soil dragon appeared on the battlefield.
A Nether Prison Nine-revolution Little Saint finally struck.
The city gates of Imprisoned Dragon Pass opened with a creak. Behind them, the army that had been waiting burst into battlecries and began to charge, brandishing spears and knives.
Dom! Dom! Dom! Dom!
The war drums kept on beating.
On the wall, eight war drums appeared around the pale-faced Luo Ji, and she danced between them like a fairy. Whenever she struck a drum, a crash that filled one with enthusiasm rang out. At the same time, horns were sounded, echoing to the drum beats.
The armies charged, their cries shaking the skies. In the battlefield that stretched thousands of miles, two armies rushed at each other from either side like two black tides that had just poured out of broken dams, heading toward one another with incredible momentum.
Boom!
The moment the two armies crashed together, it was as if the sky had crumbled and the earth cracked, while the sun gave forth no more of its light and the moon dimmed! The battle broke out in an instant!
The aura of every expert was bursting, and all kinds of means were deployed as they kept bombarding the enemies. The brutal war showed its horror at this moment. Some Nether Prison experts were blown apart, while some Earth Prison experts' limbs were severed. Bloody mists filled the air as such miserable scenes took place all over the battlefield.
Soon, however, the battle came to a stalemate.
In the sky, an old man with a pale face and a black snake slithering in his sleeve was looking at the battlefield. ”It's time for the experts of my Beastmaster Clan to join the fight,” he said faintly.