Chapter 503: Battlefield

Three venomous pythons of the Core Formation realm, each as colossal as an elephant, pursued from behind with astonishing speed.

Diao Ye retreated into the purplish-black toxic mist, casting spells to stir the vapors, causing them to sweep across the ground.

Wu Lan, wielding a venomous thorn spear, circled the periphery, continuously casting and striking down a soldier with nearly every throw.

With toxic mist ahead, venomous pythons behind, and Golden Core barbaric cultivators harassing from the flanks, the Three Generals' camp resembled a black bear caught in an ambush, besieged from all sides.

Zhang Hei finally could bear it no longer, veins bulging on his neck, his anger reaching the heavens: "A bunch of insignificant wretches!"

He brandished the Black Serpent Spear in his hand, directly activating the military strategy contained within the weapon.

Military Strategy - Vast Army Pressing Down!

The military strength of the Three Generals' camp and his own magical power instantly plummeted by forty percent, condensing into numerous black water soldiers.

Soldiers gushed forth like a tide, surging towards all directions.

Though dissolving immediately upon entering the purplish-black toxic mist, the soldiers also dispersed a large amount of the mist, quickly clearing the area around the Three Generals' camp and temporarily alleviating this crisis.

The soldiers continued to surge towards Diao Ye, who felt an overwhelming pressure, forcing him to retreat further and further.

Wu Lan roared, moving about restlessly. Feeling an invisible pressure bearing down, he struggled to resist the immense force, compelled to withdraw.

His face was ashen purple, constantly throwing and reforming the venomous thorn spear in his hand.

However, these spears were pressed down onto the ground by the invisible force midway through their flight, achieving no results.

More soldiers, like a vast black wave, surged towards the three Golden Core realm venomous pythons.

The great serpents hissed, opening their massive mouths, devouring soldier after soldier. Their tails swept across, exploding a series of soldiers and clearing a large area.

The soldiers' weapons pierced the great serpents, tearing open wounds. From these wounds, large streams of venom spurted forth, covering nearby soldiers and dissolving and poisoning them instantly.

Though the soldiers were no match for the venomous pythons in a single exchange, they were overwhelming in number, advancing one after another, an endless stream.

The charge of the venomous pythons was successfully halted, and their bodies slowly shrank with the intense fighting. Their aura also continuously declined from its peak.

"General Zhang is mighty!"

"Hooray!"

The true soldiers of the Three Generals' camp cheered, their morale stabilized, and their military strength began to recover more quickly.

Seeing this, Wu Lan felt resentment and his face was full of malice.

Poison Arts - Heart-Piercing Thorn!

Wu Lan extended his five fingers, making a grasping motion, and again condensed a venomous spear with magical power, grabbing it into his palm.

But this time, the venomous spear was much smaller than the previous one, like a chopstick.

Wu Lan's eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets. He stared intently at the Three Generals' camp, his expression fierce, his eyes bloodshot.

The large number of officers and soldiers of the Three Generals' camp were reflected in his eyes.

Wu Lan extended his left palm.

His palm was jet black, blood-red light emanating from the palm lines. The blood light flowed, gathering in the center of his palm, forming the shape of a heart.

Wu Lan gripped the small venomous spear tightly with his right hand, then fiercely plunged it into his left palm.

The venomous spear, aimed at the heart-shaped blood light in the palm, directly pierced through it.

Wu Lan's expression remained unchanged, merely letting out a muffled groan.

In contrast, many soldiers clutched their chests, crying out in agony due to the excruciating pain. Seeing no attack, yet their comrades dying strangely like this, many soldiers were terrified. The morale of the Three Generals' camp became unstable.

Wu Lan pierced through his own palm, then immediately pulled out the venomous spear, and pierced the center of his left palm a second time.

Blood splattered, and intense pain returned.

And once again, casualties occurred among the soldiers of the Three Generals' camp.

Wu Lan continuously pierced through his left palm, his movements swift, his expression cruel. His previously furrowed brow,

However, gradually relaxed.

Intense pain continued to assail him, but he rapidly adapted, moving from endurance to a state of enjoyment.

His left palm was riddled with over a dozen holes, the entire hand nearly mutilated.

And the results he achieved were the highest yet, with at least eighty soldiers having died as a result.

"Heart poison?!" Liu Er used both methods simultaneously, mobilizing both his spiritual sense and his innate talent, only then discovering the cause of death from the corpses.

A sense of helplessness rose in his heart.

Relying solely on his own defensive measures, it was extremely difficult to guard against such a strange attack.

Innate Talent - Purple Beard Startling Swiftness!

Guan Hong struck decisively.

He frantically urged the Scarlet Faced Blood Tribulation Scripture, his entire body emitting a bloody light.

The bloody light was deeply red, bordering on purple.

The purple light was extremely dazzling, shining directly upon Wu Lan, causing his movements to freeze instantly.

Military Strategy - Direct Thrust!

This was a military strategy inherent to the Blood Dragon Saber, allowing Guan Hong to unleash an explosive attack, often gaining the initiative.

This was the advantage of possessing a military weapon!

A bloody saber aura condensed into form, and with lightning speed, it surged before Wu Lan.

"Oh no!" Wu Lan's expression was fixed, but his emotions still changed.

Intense terror swept through his body.

But in the next moment, venom coiled around his feet, quickly forming a spherical barrier, providing him with added protection. Innate Talent - Thousand Whiskers Reflecting Blood!

Guan Hong glared, several strands of his eight-foot-long beard snapping.

Several long whiskers reverted into large streams of vital blood, directly infusing into the Blood Dragon Saber.

The aura of the Blood Dragon Saber surged violently, causing the bloody saber aura to become even more powerful and sharp.

The Blood Dragon Saber aura pierced through the black venom barrier, then with undiminished momentum, sliced Wu Lan in half!

"Wu Lan" then transformed into two pools of toxic water, which fell to the ground.

Guan Hong, who had been certain of victory, now showed a hint of surprise as his attack missed.

In the next moment, from a nearby pool of toxic rain, Wu Lan was squeezed out.

He was completely drenched, kneeling on the ground, staring at Guan Hong again, his face filled with lingering fear.

Just now, facing Guan Hong, he had been nearly defenseless.

Guan Hong's innate talents, working in concert, could unleash an ultimate offensive in an instant, often making it difficult for others to resist.

Wu Lan believed that his own combat strength was considerable among those in the Core Formation realm.

But at this moment, comparing himself to Guan Hong, he immediately realized that the latter was far stronger than himself!

Guan Hong, however, did not look at him, but rather at Tu Ming in the distance.

It was precisely the Great Sacrifice of the Hundred Poison Tribe, Tu Ming, who had just saved Wu Lan!

Tu Ming was seven feet tall, with bronze skin and a robust physique.

He wore animal skins, was barefoot, and a large dead serpent was coiled around his body.

Numerous snake bones and scales formed many ornaments that adorned his entire body.

Around his neck, he wore a necklace from which hung snake fangs and many poison sacs.

Having fought until now, Tu Ming saw the new combat strength of the Three Generals' camp and knew that without revealing some trump cards and paying some price, it would be difficult to easily defeat this enemy army.

Thus, he plucked a poison sac from his necklace and infused it with magical power.

The poison sac was restored to palm size and held in the Great Sacrifice's hand.

He pressed and kneaded the poison sac with his five fingers.

As it was rubbed, the poison sac slowly released a stream of yellowish-brown toxic gas.

Poison Arts - Rotting Flesh Sores!

The toxic gas drifted rapidly, and no matter what methods the Three Generals or Ning Zhuo used, they could not completely disperse it.

Soon, a few wisps of toxic gas were inhaled by the soldiers through their nostrils.

The poisoned soldiers cried out in agony, tearing at their own skin.

Poisonous sores appeared on their skin, causing intense itching.

But after scratching them open, the sores continuously oozed pus, eroding the surrounding healthy skin and greatly enlarging the sores.

The sores quickly spread throughout their bodies, causing large areas of the soldiers' flesh to fester, exposing bone,

Dying tragically on the spot.

Even the Three Generals felt their bodies itching, and poisonous sores gradually appeared.

Liu, Guan, and Zhang immediately employed their respective methods to attempt treatment. However, the treatment was不仅 ineffective, but also exacerbated the condition!

The Three Generals' expressions changed one after another.

Tu Ming sneered: "My Rotting Flesh Sores poison art specifically restrains those with a foundation in body cultivation. The stronger the body cultivation foundation, the more difficult it is to suppress the sores, and the faster the erosion."

"Enjoy it, Liu, Guan, and Zhang!"

"This time is different from the previous ambush."

"You have no reinforcements! Even if you call for aid, the other three armies are likely struggling to protect themselves at this moment."

Under Lu Hongtu's planning, the Thousand Peaks Forest side had launched precise countermeasures.

Tu Ming, Diao Ye, and Wu Lan, these three barbaric cultivators, were merely one of the routes.

Emerald Sky Giant Wood Mountain.

Midway through circling the mountain, the Golden Halberd Army encountered an attack from a pack of wolves.

Mountain wolves covered the sky and the earth, forming a vast, surging tide of attacks, assaulting the Golden Halberd Army wave after wave.

Sun Gan, clad in his refined armor, had an aloof expression: "It's merely an old trick repeated."

"Gu Ya, you seem to have mistaken my Golden Halberd Army for the Barbarian Demon Camp."

"How can such a wolf pack block my Golden Halberd Army?!"

Saying this, he activated the military strategy, maintained the battle formation, and led the Golden Halberd Army forward courageously and resolutely.

The entire Golden Halberd Army was like an unstoppable golden halberd, cleaving through the blue and gray interwoven wolf attack tide, pressing forward without hindrance!

Wherever they went, military strategies ran rampant, countless mountain wolves fell to the ground, becoming wolf corpses.

"Unless you deploy those few Golden Core realm mountain wolf guards of yours. Otherwise, no matter how many troops you send, they will just be wasted sacrifices," Sun Gan mercilessly mocked Gu Ya from afar.

The heavy casualties of the wolf pack filled Gu Ya with anger and hatred. He gritted his teeth and said: "Sun Gan, do you think I am the main force? I am only responsible for tying down your army."

"The one who will truly deal with you is naturally someone else!"

Saying this, the invisibility spell behind him slowly dissipated, revealing a Nascent Soul realm expert who had been hidden until now.

His physique was extremely robust, his chest as broad as a city gate, with an elephant's head on a human body, limbs as thick as tree trunks, and light blue skin all over.

A pair of snow-white tusks, like two crescent moons, curved out from either side of his nostrils, also resembling two curved blades.

"The current Elephant King?!" Sun Gan's heart skipped a beat upon seeing this silent giant demon.

The current Elephant King was like a mountain, fiercely crashing into the Golden Halberd Army's formation.

Sun Gan was pushed by his charge from the very front of the formation to the middle.

Sun Gan's mouth and nose bled, and he slowly looked up, seeing the mountain-like Elephant King, with the blinding sun overhead, looking down on him mercilessly.

Crescent Hook Giant Wood Mountain.

The enemy suddenly appeared at the mountaintop.

His eyes were covered with a black cloth, his upper body was bare and tattooed with blood totems, and he carried two enormous crescent moon blades on his back.

It was Di Lu!

The Red Flower Camp quickly formed a formation.

Just as the Red Flower Dharma Idol condensed, the world suddenly changed!

The clear daytime sky suddenly turned into a moonlit night.

Above the deep night sky, a crescent moon, like a hook, hung high.

The crescent moon merely trembled slightly, and directly hooked away the half-incomplete Red Flower Dharma Idol above the Red Flower Camp!

The Red Flower Dharma Idol was hung by the moon hook in the night sky, becoming a rootless source, and began to rapidly dissipate.

The Red Flower Camp was in chaos.

Even the veteran soldiers were encountering such a dire situation for the first time.

"Calm down!" Mu Lan shouted loudly, while also activating her abilities.

Military Strategy - Morale Boost!

After the military's morale stabilized, Mu Lan again mobilized the soldiers, gradually forming a second Red Flower Dharma Idol.

Still without waiting for the Dharma Idol to condense, the crescent moon trembled again, hooking away the second Red Flower Dharma Idol!

The morale of the Red Flower Camp dropped again, and even Mu Lan herself rarely furrowed her brow.

She had not expected that the Thousand Peaks Forest could restrain the Red Flower Battle Formation to such an extent!

"This is a Dao Field!"

"The ancient god worshipped by the Azure Moon Tribe has finally made a move."

Mu Lan immediately guessed the truth.

Generally speaking, cultivators must reach at least the Void Refining stage to establish their own Dao Field.

But there were exceptions.

The greatest exception was deities.

Deities are naturally able to utilize certain laws of heaven and earth. If they reach the level of divine clarity, it is called divine ability!

Deities, by utilizing and understanding their grasp of the laws of heaven and earth, can, to a certain extent, transform the world, forming a Dao Field.

Similar to the Dice Bone Demon God, and now the Azure Moon Ancient God, these are such examples.

For a moment, Mu Lan was at a loss.

Within the Azure Moon Ancient God's Dao Field, there were special rules.

Although she hadn't yet tested them, she could already confirm that the Red Flower Dharma Idol didn't even have a chance to condense.

"This will be an extremely difficult and bitter battle!" Mu Lan's expression was slightly pale, her heart immensely heavy.

Pig Hair Giant Wood Mountain.

The Barbarian Demon Camp also encountered trouble.

Mountain pigs attacked!

The mountain pigs formed a torrent, continuously surging out from the sparse forest, fiercely impacting the Barbarian Demon Camp's encampment.

Traps were flattened, moats were quickly filled, and palisades and chevaux de frise were broken by the charging pigs.

Xu Dali had already sallied forth, challenging Ju Bing, the culprit controlling the mountain pig herd!

Ju Bing and Gu Ya were equally famous in the Thousand Peaks Forest as the strongest beast tamers.

Gu Ya was skilled at controlling wolf packs, while Ju Bing specialized in mountain pigs.

Facing Xu Dali's challenge, Ju Bing crossed his arms, a look of indifference on his face.

In his opinion, a beast tamer engaging in a one-on-one duel with a fierce body cultivation general was the most foolish thing in the world!

Xu Dali quickly found himself in a bitter struggle.

Ju Bing could, while retreating, dispatch mountain pigs to charge the encampment, causing heavy casualties to the Barbarian Demon Camp.

Following this trend, Xu Dali was bound to suffer a tragic and direct defeat.

This battle fell into the eyes of those with ulterior motives.

"This Xu Dali is truly foolish, possessing an army yet only borrowing its strength and then acting alone!"

"In this way, the Barbarian Demon Camp will soon be overwhelmed by the mountain pig herd, leading to a great rout."

"Not necessarily."

"You've forgotten an important reason."

"The Barbarian Demon Camp has suffered heavy casualties and has been replenishing soldiers on a large scale. These people come from barbarian tribes or are demon cultivators. Due to their inherent intelligence, customs, and so on, they require a large amount of real training, otherwise they will be cannon fodder on the battlefield!"

"It's almost time, we should make our move!"