Chapter 1237 - A Tune of the Nine Nethers, Thousand Mile Soul Chasing! (1/2)
As Mo Wudao and the rest reached out to grab the flags that fell from the skies, their eyes brightened! It was as if their lives had suddenly brightened up this instance! As if the spark in their souls was flickering fervently!
As if that glory of ten thousand years had finally returned back to them in this moment!
As if this battle flag represented the acknowledgement and gratitude of the entire Continent!
This life had not been in vain!
“Heroes from the Holy Lands! Have a good journey!” Jun Moxie shouted. “I, Jun Moxie, send you off here!” Then, he slowly raised his hands and cupped his fists solemnly, saluting the solemn army on the ground.
Everyone from the Holy Land fell silent and suddenly replied in unison. “Evil Monarch, friend or foe in our next life, we will remember this kindness!” When Jun Moxie gave them the Heaven Reversal Pill, they had accepted it indifferently. When Jun Moxie treated their injuries, they remained unmoved. Even when Jun Moxie delivered weapons for them, they didn’t say anything.
But right now, they were genuinely grateful, from their hearts.
For Jun Moxie’s understanding! Because Jun Moxie represented the entire Continent at this moment!
Then, these seven thousand men from the three Holy Lands walked out, without turning back.
In the end, the isolated five survivors that had followed Xia Changtian joined the Holy Lands’s troops without any hesitation. No one was surprised by their sudden return. Everyone accepted them without any reaction!
No matter how it was in the past, right now, they were comrades that were going to meet their deaths! That was all!
Fighting alongside in the mortal realm!
Working hand in hand on the journey to the Yellow Springs!
Mo Wudao, Xi Ruochen, Huyan Aobo, Leng Tong, Qu Wuhui, Cheng Yinxiao…
All of them walked over with great resolute and calmness…
In the air, Gu Han shut his eyes tightly, and two clear trails of tears finally couldn’t help but overflow from his eyes…
Seven thousand disciples, the last elite forces of the Holy Lands!
From this day on, the glorious three Holy Lands of the continent would finally become history!
Turning into a stele!
From the opposite side, Chuangshang Beidao’s eerie voice rang out: “The warriors of Divine Sun! Your moment of glory has arrived! The Divine Gods have already opened up their arms for your contributions today! Your name and stories will be passed down for centuries! Your souls will definitely return back into the warm embrace of the Divine Sun God! Never to be destroyed! Warriors, for the tomorrow of the Divine Sun clan, for your eternity! Charge!!!!”
Chuangshang Beidao suddenly sucked in a deep breath of air and yelled: “Kill!!!!!!!!”
“Kill!!!” Almost twenty thousand Saint Emperor warriors of the Outsiders roared hysterically. Then, they surged forward like waves!
There were still almost ten thousand peak experts behind them standing guard!
Jun Moxie and the Nine Nether Fourteenth Young Master furrowed their brows in unison. They could tell that those ten thousand people behind were the real threat from the Outsiders. They were the ones who had truly obtained their high levels of cultivation through their own capabilities!
“Get ready! It’s really about to start!” Jun Moxie growled.
The Nine Nether Fourteenth Young Master held his Divine Tune in his hands and said, “Try to disperse the range of the attacks. That flame of yours will not reduce its prowesses even if its split into the smallest bits.”
“I understand. With my current strength, I can only release a single round of them at full force within the shortest possible time. If I wish to do it again, it’ll be at least two hours later. How many of them do you reckon we can take down with a single round?”
“This is hard to say. We can only do our best.” The Nine Nether Fourteenth Young Master’s expression also turned unusually serious. He knew what Jun Moxie meant.
Although the three Holy Lands had been prepared to make sacrifices, the moment for their sacrifice should be when dealing with those ten thousand experts from the Outsiders who were the real threat, and not these twenty thousand men charging forward to be cannon fodder!
Whether these twenty thousand men could deal damage, and what sort of damage they could inflict was completely dependent on how the Nine Nether Fourteenth Young Master’s played his tune!
Thousand Miles Soul Chasing Sword!
Could it really chase souls for a thousand miles?
On the battlefield, the two troops were rapidly closing in on each other!
Those from the Holy Lands strode forward silently while the Outsiders were charging forward while shrieking and yelling in a crazed manner.
One side was completely silent, while the other was deafening!
This was the starkest contrast!
Those from the Outsider’s side were experts of Saint Emperor levels—even if it was a cultivation level obtained through some secret methods, they were still Saint Emperors and moved with extreme speed. In a flash, the entire troop had already passed the empty central region.
Suddenly, with a single whistle from the skies, the entire place turned dark!
And the darkening of the horizon was due to countless tiny black flames floating in the air, covering the entire place!
At the same time, an endless, solemn murderous aura engulfed the entire place!
There was an agitated tune that rang out, ringing out through the air!