Chapter 711 (1/2)

Chapter 711: The Battle of the Fighting Spirit

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio  Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

The envelopment of the bloody fighting spirit began sweeping out, while the bright sky gradually turned dark and gloomy. A thick, pungent smell of blood seemed to be diffusing into the air.

Stern gazes were cast upon the Blood Hawk Troop, who was eluding fearsome fighting spirit. They looked like blood-sucking ferocious beasts who had just climbed out of a mountain filled with corpses and blood. Any enemies who appeared before them would surely be torn apart.

The Blood Hawk Troop was not the strongest among the armies in the Daluo Territory. But the killing desire they possessed was considered to be at the top of the list, and such killing desire was accumulated by the fresh blood they stockpiled.

In most previous wars, countless factions and sects had lost their lives under the blood spears of the Blood Hawk Troop. But now, the blood spears of the Blood Hawk Troop that were smeared with fresh blood were brought out once again. But this time, the tips of the spears were pointing toward the Nine Nether Troop, and no one knew if the Nine Nether Troop could protect themselves from such a strong opponent.

Numerous gazes were cast toward the direction of Nine Nether Troop. They were in rows of black, with their armors on their upright bodies. There was no fear, and no emotion except the will to fight, present in their eyes.

As the attention was all on them, both Mu Chen and Wu Tian stared at each other, with cold radiance swirling in their eyes. The vast spiritual energy was seeping out from their bodies, lifting them up in mid-air, before they then sat facing each other.

“Blood Hawk Fighting Spirit!” Wu Tian did not give Mu Chen any leeway. He gave a sneer and waved his hand, while his angry voice rang through the air.

Boom!

The enveloping scarlet fighting spirit expanded its reach, spreading out like an ocean that was filled with blood. They suspended in mid-air, above the Blood Hawk Troop, releasing a blood-sucking aura.

“Let me see how you can command the fighting spirit, since you have just taken over the troop for only two to three months!” Wu Tian gave him a mocking smile, while pointing his finger in the air.

“Blood Shadow Fighting Spirit! Blood Spears Magic Formation!”

Weng Weng!

With a low scream from Wu Tian, countless red-glowing beams raised themselves into mid-air from the bloody pool of the fighting spirit, turning themselves into a flight of massive bloody spears above Wu Tian. These gigantic spears were formed by the fighting spirit, and they were razor-sharp. Even a Grade Three Sovereign top power would not dare underestimate such a level of attack, because such an attack was not activated by Wu Tian alone, but was supported by a troop of 5,000 warriors in the Blood Hawk Troop.

However, although the Blood Spears Magic Formation was well-known for their formation, it was actually just a hoax. If Wu Tian could really convert the fighting spirit into a war formation, Mu Chen should have just conceded defeat.

Shoo! Shoo!

Countless blood spears were formed in the air. As Wu Tian shook his robe sleeves, a screeching wind-breaking sound could be heard. The blood spears were raining down on the Nine Nether Troops, like a rainstorm of blood, and they had nowhere to escape.

“Nine Nether Fighting Spirit!”

Mu Chen gazed at the bolting rainstorm with his sharp eyes. With the swing of his sleeves, the halberts in the hands of the Nine Nether Troop stomped the ground, excreting an ooze of ink-like fighting spirit into the sky, as if nightfall had just descended.

Mu Chen formed seals with both of his hands at lightning speed, before giving a slap forcefully.

Boom!

The magnificent pitch-black fighting spirit swept across the space, like waves rushing in, transforming itself into a light screen of a thousand feet, then forming a gigantic sturdy black shield.

Sst sst..

The blood spears, which were now shooting from everywhere, landed on the light shield that was formed by the fighting spirit. Smoke was seen as they hit the shield. It was as though they were lava rocks landing in the sea, giving off sizzling sounds before turning into cold stones and falling off.

“Hmph, with only a mere thousand warriors in your Nine Nether Troop, you want to compete with my Blood Hawk Troop? Think on this, who has a more solid fighting spirit?” Wu Tian smirked at the side of his lips, as he pointed his finger into the air once again.

Weng! Weng!

More bloody long spears were formed behind him, shooting out non-stop, as it seemed like Wu Tian wanted to drain off the fighting spirit of Mu Chen and the Nine Nether Troop with his mighty fighting spirit. The spectators frowned, when they saw such a scene.

The Blood Hawk Troop had condensed and formed a fighting spirit stronger than the Nine Nether Troop, due to the numbers they had. Even though Wu Tian had not put up his full force for now, as time passed, the consumption would still be too much for Mu Chen and the Nine Nether Troop to defend against.

“The difference in the number of warriors between Nine Nether Troop and the Blood Hawk Troop is really too huge.” Some of the spectators shook their heads, as they could tell that the Nine Nether Troop might not be able to hold out for too much longer. In their minds, the battle outcome was quite evident, right from the beginning.

Mu Chen did not have the time to be bothered by those gazes filled with sympathy. He watched the incoming waves of the rainstorm attack with calmness on his young face. While his sleeves swung, more fighting spirit was emitted, adding on to their defense.

Both the attack and the defense went into a stalemate, but as time passed, the sympathy gazes for the Nine Nether Troop had been substituted by ones of astonishment. They discovered that, even under such an aggressive attack, the defense of the Nine Nether Troop had shown no signs of crumpling or weakening.

“How could this have happened?” Some of the top powers from the Daluo Territory exclaimed.

Lord Asura’s, Lord Mountain Cracker’s, and the others’ eyes flickered. They looked at that juvenile figure sitting on top of the Nine Nether Troop with deep thoughts in their mind, and they mumbled, “This is getting interesting.”