262: Hundred Birds Pay Homage to the Phoenix Spear, Burning to ashes

His spiritual power, like an invisible force, surged from his body, swirling around him, forming a powerful dragon-shaped vortex.

From all directions, a group of greatsword-wielding Greatsword Soldiers charged at him, their figures hideous and terrifying. The greatswords in their hands gleamed with a cold light, striking directly at General Zhao Yun.

General Zhao Yun remained calm and composed, brandishing his long spear as he charged towards the Greatsword Soldiers. His long spear, like a silver dragon, drew beautiful arcs in the air.

His spiritual power followed him like a shadow, piercing through the Greatsword Soldiers like phantoms with the thrusts of his long spear.

No matter how the Greatsword Soldiers attacked, they couldn't harm him in the slightest, as if he were merely an afterimage.

General Zhao Yun took a deep breath, and the long spear in his hand instantly emitted a dazzling light again. His body, like an agile eagle, charged towards the Soldiers. His movements were swift and precise, each swing carrying powerful spiritual power fluctuations.

"Bang!" With a loud crash, General Zhao Yun's long spear directly pierced the bodies of the Greatsword Soldiers. Their bodies instantly shattered, turning into fragments of stone.

"Hundred Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix."

General Zhao Yun took a deep breath, and the spiritual power around his body began to surge, instantly erupting with powerful spiritual power fluctuations. The long spear in his hand was like a nimble giant dragon, instantly charging towards the Soldiers.

The long spear drew a graceful arc in the air, as if a phoenix was spreading its wings, or a hundred birds were flying together.

A phoenix cry... echoed through the sky.

In an instant, spiritual power surged forth, and a fiery red light instantly bloomed, like a phoenix soaring, wandering across the entire battlefield.

At the same time, a chorus of birds chirped, and countless bird calls rang in the ears of the Greatsword Soldiers.

All the Greatsword Soldiers seemed to be frozen in place, standing motionless.

Immediately after, the bodies of the Greatsword Soldiers around General Zhao Yun instantly shattered, and spiritual power-formed birds flew out from their bodies.

They flew towards the fiery phoenix.

"Descend."

General Zhao Yun held his long spear and shouted in a deep voice.

As soon as his voice fell, the fiery phoenix in mid-air let out a phoenix cry, its massive wings flapping again, wandering across the entire battlefield.

Wherever it passed, all the Greatsword Soldiers turned to ash and disappeared.

All the spiritual power-formed birds from all directions, like long spears, shot towards the outer Greatsword Soldiers with lightning speed.

Swish swish swish swish.....

Those distant Greatsword Soldiers were instantly pierced by the spiritual power-formed birds, their bodies shattering into pieces and disappearing as points of light.

With just one Epic-grade Spirit Skill: Hundred Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix Spear, twenty thousand Greatsword Soldiers were directly annihilated by General Zhao Yun on the spot.

"So strong!" Zhang Liao and Xu Huang watched General Zhao Yun display his divine might, their pupils suddenly constricting. They exchanged glances, and both could see the shock in each other's eyes.

Their fighting spirit greatly increased, and they joined the battle with their weapons, charging and slaughtering through the Greatsword Soldier ranks at extreme speed.

"The strength of these Greatsword Soldiers is still not to be underestimated."

Nine thousand Skeleton Generals had already been completely annihilated by the Greatsword Soldiers.

Although most of the Death Warriors had broken through to Lingshi First Order, they were no match for the Level 28 Greatsword Soldiers.

The casualties were extremely heavy.

Yang Qianhun held the Golden Scale Sacred Sword and took a quick step, as if crossing thousands of miles.

In the blink of an eye, he arrived at the battlefield.

"Let's end this soon."

Yang Qianhun circulated the Flame Emperor Sky Burning Art within his body, directly releasing the spirit skill: Flame Prison Annihilation Array. Spiritual power erupted, and his entire body glowed with red light.

He tightly gripped the Golden Scale Sacred Sword in his right hand, and dazzling flames erupted from both hands, burning fiercely.

The flames instantly spread throughout his entire body, engulfing him completely, as if he were a god of fire.

However, the shape of the flames around Yang Qianhun was very strange, like a giant ghost.

It exuded an extremely dangerous aura.

It was chilling.

The Greatsword Soldiers attacking from all directions immediately felt a strong burning sensation.

The surrounding air seemed to have been completely burned by countless flames, and Hot Wind blew continuously, making it impossible to move an inch.

The movements of those Greatsword Soldiers became even slower, as if they felt the gaze of death, but they still advanced fearlessly.

Yang Qianhun calmly watched the Greatsword Soldiers charging towards him, composed and at ease, as if everything was under his control.

"Disappear all of you, be annihilated by the flames."

The ghostly flames all over his body rose up and instantly erupted, blooming like fireworks.

They transformed into countless massive ghostly fireballs, shooting rapidly in all directions.

Like tracking missiles, they struck the surrounding Greatsword Soldiers, easily hitting them.

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

The moment each ghostly fireball hit the Greatsword Soldiers, it immediately enveloped them.

"Turn to ash."

The flames around Yang Qianhun burned even more vigorously, and the ghostly fireballs continued to shoot out in all directions as if they were free.

Until the flames on his body gradually subsided, eventually disappearing completely.

He held the Golden Scale Sacred Sword in his right hand, slowly raised his left hand, and snapped his fingers.

"Disappear."

For those Greatsword Soldiers enveloped by the fireballs, the fireballs grew larger and larger, the ghostly fireballs seemingly expanding several times, even appearing to show a smiling face, which was very eerie.

Finally, the flames actually turned deep red, mixed with a few wisps of black flames.

The flames burned even more violently, as if they wanted to incinerate everything around them.

Boom... Boom... Boom... Boom... Boom... Boom... Boom... Boom...

More than ten thousand fireballs in mid-air simultaneously rose, gradually expanding.

Until they seemed unable to hold on, they directly exploded, like a celestial maiden scattering flowers, countless flame blossoms sprinkling into the dark sky.

The thick white mist was enveloped by the flames, as if brightly lit...

Those Greatsword Soldiers enveloped by the fireballs had their bodies incinerated, turning into piles of charred ashes and disappearing into mid-air.

"So strong! If the Lord's cultivation wasn't three orders lower than mine, the power of this skill would probably be no less than mine."

"The Lord actually has such a powerful skill, annihilating over ten thousand stone monsters with just one strike!" Zhang Liao's eyes were filled with shock as he witnessed the blooming flames.