37: Chapter 37 Military Formations

Dust billowed up with a roar, and the smoke dissipated.

Your pupils constricted sharply.

It is Marshal Ye!

"Marshal Ye!!!"

The moment you saw Marshal Ye land, you rushed over without the slightest hesitation, acting on instinct.

"Get lost!"

Several Extra-territorial Heavenly Demons blocked your path.

"Those who block me shall die!"

A flash of sword light, and two Innate Peak Extra-territorial Heavenly Demons were split in half on the spot.

"Protect Marshal Ye!" a General at the Martial Saint Middle Stage nearby shouted at you while waving a military flag.

That blood-stained military flag snapped in the smoke of battle.

"Die!"

You swung your longsword again, each strike precisely slicing across the necks of the Extra-territorial Heavenly Demons.

With a stride, you ran to Marshal Ye.

You reached out and held Marshal Ye.

This old man, who had held back the Extra-territorial Heavenly Demons for nearly two hundred years within the Holy Realm... was dead!

"Marshal Ye!"

"Big Brother Ye."

You could not believe this fact; after so many years of being together, he was both the military soul of the entire Holy Realm and the Big Brother who cherished you.

No... No...

"General Lin!"

"General Lin!"

...

Calls from behind came one after another as warriors at the Martial Saint Realm arrived by your side.

Looking at the old man in your arms, eyes wide open but without any breath.

Finally, someone couldn't help but ask with a trembling voice.

"Marshal Ye, he...?"

You did not speak, only closing Marshal Ye's eyes.

Everyone understood what you meant and was overcome with grief.

But now was not the time for grief.

The military flag was still waving, and the war was still continuing.

"Kill!"

"Avenge Marshal Ye!"

"Avenge Marshal Ye!"

...

Marshal Ye's death did not cause the army's morale to dissipate; instead, everyone roared, wanting to avenge Marshal Ye.

You looked up at the sky.

Above the sky, the fourteen Martial Gods of the Extra-territorial Heavenly Demons were all present.

However, you now only had the Grand Elder of the Zhou Family as a Martial God.

At this moment, you had already reached the Martial Saint Peak, so you rushed up without the slightest hesitation.

Just at this moment, you saw a Martial God of the Extra-territorial Heavenly Demons trying to ambush the Grand Elder of the Zhou Family, who was engaged in a fierce battle with three Extra-territorial Heavenly Demons and happened not to see that one.

You saw the face of the Grand Elder of the Zhou Family clearly.

"Mu Xue!" you shouted instinctively.

The Grand Elder of the Zhou Family also instinctively turned her head.

You used a flash step to run in front of her, longsword in front, blocking the attack of a Martial God of the Extra-territorial Heavenly Demons for her.

"Pfft!"

With just one strike, the sword in your hand snapped, and blood spurted out from your throat.

"A Foundation Establishment ant actually able to take one of my moves?" the Martial God Realm Extra-territorial Heavenly Demon looked at you and laughed.

"Kid! Come here."

A Martial Saint Peak from the Liehuo Sect moved quickly to pull you into the military formation.

"Old Li, quickly, get a Medicinal Pill." He shouted to a Martial Saint from Danwang Valley nearby.

The other party also did not hesitate, quickly taking out a pitch-black Medicinal Pill from his pocket and feeding it into your mouth.

Once the Medicinal Pill entered your mouth, you felt much better.

"Kid, don't worry about so much, channel your spiritual energy!" Hearing the words of a Martial Saint nearby, you also did not hesitate and began to release the spiritual energy within your body.

Above the sky, a phantom condensed by several Martial Saint Peaks was fighting against a Martial God of the Extra-territorial Heavenly Demons.

"Is Marshal Ye okay?" a Martial Saint from the Dragon Group asked you.

You did not say he was okay.

Looking at your appearance, he sighed: "I understand."

Suddenly, you felt your whole body sway; a Martial Saint Peak from your group had fallen.

You could tell he was the one controlling the phantom you had condensed.

"Who is going next?"

"I will!"

"What are you in such a rush for? I'm not dead yet!"

You also instinctively spoke up: "Let me go!"

A Martial Saint nearby glanced at you: "Kid, we old guys are still alive, what are you in such a rush for!"

A Dragon Group Martial Saint leaped into the air, his spiritual energy surging, rushing forward to stabilize the phantom condensed by everyone, and fought alone against seven Martial Gods of the Extra-territorial Heavenly Demons.

He fought one against seven, forcibly holding back the opponent's offensive.

But after holding on for less than a moment, he also fell, though one of the Extra-territorial Heavenly Demons was also severely injured and retreated.

"It's a pity we couldn't kill that guy." A Li Family Martial Saint nearby snorted coldly as he watched the fleeing Extra-territorial Heavenly Demon.

Immediately after, the Li Family Martial Saint used a flash step and rushed up to stabilize the phantom.

But he could only hold on for a while before the spiritual energy around his body suddenly dissipated, and he fell from the sky.

The moment the Li Family Martial Saint fell, a Liehuo Sect Martial Saint rushed into the sky again.

...

I don't know how much time had passed; ten Martial Saint Peak powerhouses among you had already died, and some Martial Saint Late Stage powerhouses had to quickly end their battles on the ground and come to stabilize the military formation.

Another Martial Saint Peak powerhouse fell, and this time you did not hesitate, rushing forward to stabilize the phantom condensed by the military formation.

Now there were still five Martial God level Extra-territorial Heavenly Demons before you.

They also looked very disheveled.

"Damned ants!"

"You natives!"

"Today we will grind you all into pulp!"

...

You did not pay attention to their words, only to the military formation you were concentrating; a strange power surged into your limbs.

Is this the power of a Martial Arts Myth?

You grabbed into the void, massive spiritual energy intertwining, and a longsword glowing with brilliant golden light appeared in your hand out of thin air.

"Come and fight!"

But after just a moment, you realized that you were, after all, just a fake Martial God, and there was a huge gap between you and a real Martial God.

In just a moment, the longsword shattered, and you were covered in wounds.

You spat out a mouthful of blood, wiped the blood from the corner of your mouth, and gripped the broken sword; there was not the slightest fear in your eyes, only endless Battle Intent.

You knew you would not be able to withstand the next round of collision.

You were going to die!

But what of it?

"Kill!"

You used the last of your strength to step forward.

"Kid, step back!"

Suddenly, a foul stench assailed you, and you instinctively turned your head to look.

You were too familiar with this smell.

It is Master Wu Suanzi.

Master, Master is here!

He was covered in yellow, unidentified substances and was wearing tattered clothes, looking like a homeless person.

As soon as Master Wu Suanzi arrived, without much nonsense, he rushed directly into the center of the military formation and stabilized the fragmented phantom.

"Master!" you shouted hoarsely.

Master Wu Suanzi nodded at you.

You passed out.