155: Hundreds of thunders struck, and all the generals took action.

The three Spirit Master Level skills were unleashed in a flash, making it impossible to guard against them.

At the same time, one hundred and twenty red streams of light shot towards Mechanical Thirty from a distance.

It was precisely the Thunder Punishment Talisman of the Curse Warlock.

Boom... Rumble... Boom... Rumble... Boom... Rumble... Boom... Rumble...

Thunderous sounds echoed above Mechanical Thirty's side...

A deathly aura instantly enveloped them.

The one hundred and twenty red spirit talismans above transformed into bolts of lightning as thick as bowls, descending from the sky and striking the Mechanical Clan below.

Crack... Crack... Crack... Crack... Crack... Crack... Crack... Crack... Crack... Crack... Crack... Crack... Crack...

As the one hundred and twenty bolts of lightning struck simultaneously, a sudden sound erupted, making one's ears feel numb.

Immediately after, a series of booming sounds, "Boom... Boom... Boom... Boom... Boom... Boom... Boom... Boom... Boom... Boom... Boom... Boom... Boom... Boom... Boom... Boom... Boom...", resonated at the same time.

The moment the one hundred and twenty bolts of lightning struck the Mechanical Clan, deafening explosions immediately rang out.

Thick black smoke, accompanied by a pungent smell of burning, spread out, making it unbearable.

Countless Mechanical Clan severed limbs flew out from the black smoke, scattered everywhere.

The ground was scorched, black, and barren wherever it reached.

Of the more than three thousand Mechanical Clan Soldiers remaining, less than five hundred were left.

They were just at the edge of the explosion's range, but all of them were severely wounded.

As for Tiger Might's side, under the baptism of the Strong Archer's Piercing Arrow, the original six thousand Beast Soldiers were now reduced to less than three thousand.

The remaining Gabriel's side and Bu Tian's side also saw their strength sharply reduced, with both sides having less than five hundred people, similar to the number of the Mechanical Clan.

After the first wave of fire group attacks from the Vermillion Bird's phantom, coupled with the second wave of attack formed by the Strong Archer and Curse Warlock.

Aside from the Orc Tiger Might's side, which still had less than three thousand troops, the other three sides were almost completely wiped out.

"This Yang Qianhun is strong, that's one thing, but how are his Soldiers also so strong? Tens of thousands of troops were reduced to less than three thousand in the blink of an eye."

Tiger Might's eyes were already filled with fear, but he still didn't want to give up.

"Should we retreat? If we drag this on, we'll surely be completely annihilated, and it'll be even harder to explain then."

Another Tiger-man Lord, covered in injuries, endured the intense pain and advised.

The other Orc Lords also had similar intentions.

Just as Tiger Might was about to lead everyone to flee, a figure descended from the sky, blocking their intended retreat route.

It was precisely Pei Yuanqing.

Pei Yuanqing held a silver war hammer, his eyes full of playful mockery, and said, "I haven't had enough fun yet! How can you just run away like this?"

"How dare you! Do you think you alone can stop us?"

A figure holding a wolf-tooth club directly charged at Pei Yuanqing; it was none other than an Orc General under Tiger Might, with a strength of Lingshi First Order.

Puff...

As soon as he finished speaking, Pei Yuanqing had already rushed in front of that Orc General, and the silver war hammer in his hand slammed down fiercely.

Puff... Bang...

The Lingshi First Order Orc General saw the war hammer coming towards him and instinctively raised his wolf-tooth club to block.

However, he, along with his club, was directly smashed to the ground by Pei Yuanqing's immense strength, dying on the spot.

"Damn it, everyone, charge together and kill him."

"Kill this human trash."

"Kill him."

...

The remaining fourteen Spiritual Master Level Orc Generals were furious at the sight, and they charged forward, holding their wolf-tooth clubs.

"Good timing."

Seeing this, Pei Yuanqing's fighting spirit surged, and he gripped the silver war hammer with both hands, charging directly forward.

Puff puff puff puff puff puff puff puff puff puff puff puff puff puff...

The silver war hammer in Pei Yuanqing's hand struck out directly, and the fourteen Orc Generals had no power to resist.

They were directly smashed to death with one hammer, their deaths extremely gruesome.

With just fourteen hammer strikes, without even using any spiritual skills, all fourteen Orc Generals, without exception, perished.

...

"Damn it, why is this guy with the hammer so fierce? While the Orc Generals are holding him off, let's quickly retreat."

The remaining Snake-man Lord, seeing Pei Yuanqing's unstoppable war hammer, was already terrified and quickly said.

"Let's go."

Tiger Might gritted his teeth and directly led the other Lords to retreat in another safe direction.

They had not advanced more than a few meters, only a moment had passed, and all fourteen Orc Lords had been killed.

At this moment, a figure, like a meteor, pursued them directly from behind.

"Slow as a turtle, and you still want to run."

The one who arrived was precisely Xiahou Yuan, who fiercely struck out with his large saber.

A curved whirlwind wave shot out from the saber, flying directly towards Tiger Might and the others who were fleeing.

Two Cow-man Lords, one Leopard-man Lord, and one Snake-man Lord, who were running at the very back, were unable to dodge in time and were directly cut in half by the whirlwind wave, dying on the spot.

"Damn it, there's no escaping, let's fight to the death."

Tiger Might's face was filled with resentment; ever since Yang Qianhun launched his sneak attack, they had been in a passive state.

His heart was already extremely annoyed, and now that he couldn't run, he could only fight to the death.

Tiger Might and the other three Tiger-man Lords all pulled out their wolf-tooth clubs and charged directly at Xiahou Yuan.

However, Xiahou Yuan was a step faster, already having reached the other three Tiger-man Lords.

He raised his saber and brought it down, striking fiercely.

Three beast heads flew out on the spot, blood gushing, and three headless bodies fell directly to the ground.

"What kind of strength is this? Even my Lingshi First Order realm can't see clearly."

Tiger Might's pupils contracted, and his body was already trembling slightly, but he still swung his wolf-tooth club at Xiahou Yuan.

"Hmph."

Xiahou Yuan merely dodged with a sideways movement, then struck out with another saber, ending Tiger Might's life.

...

"This Yang Qianhun kills Orcs, and even fights us. Is he even one of us humans?"

Gabriel said in a fit of rage; in the blink of an eye, the Soldiers he had painstakingly recruited and summoned were almost gone.

"Alas, Big Brother, now is not the time to say such things. Let's run quickly, otherwise, if we delay any longer, we'll also have to stay here."

One of the Lords advised.

"Double Whip Continuous Dance."

A roar came from mid-air, and Yuchi Gong, holding his twin whips, struck directly at Gabriel and the others.

"Do not harm my Lord!"

Two human Generals shouted loudly, thrusting their spears at Yuchi Gong.

Bang bang...

The twin whips struck out, sending both spear and man flying directly.

The two human Generals died on the spot.

"What kind of strength is this? How can Yang Qianhun's Generals be so strong? Could they have already reached Spiritual Master Level peak?"

Gabriel and the other four Lords were all filled with terror; facing such a powerful Yuchi Gong, they had no desire to fight at all.

But Yuchi Gong was even faster, continuing to charge towards Gabriel and the others with his twin whips.