C340 Fierce prison gorge the wind is dismal
C340 Fierce prison gorge the wind is dismal
"Pu!" The Direwolf King spat out a mouthful of blood. The power of this sonic wave was simply too tyrannical. He was unable to block it for now.
"Power of the Moon." With a low growl, the Direwolf King suddenly produced a white line in the sky.
This ray of light was like a Vicious Beast, ripping open space in an instant and bursting out, spreading out in an instant and turning into a vast expanse of whiteness.
This white light wasn't that pure. It was a bit like white fog, like flowing water, and was very strange.
"He's gone?" Chu Chen was surprised.
Since the appearance of the white mist, he could no longer feel the aura of the Direwolf King, and it seemed like the Direwolf King had used this as an opportunity to hide or escape.
"The Direwolf King had just shouted the power of moonlight. Could it be that the white mist was condensed from the moonlight?" Chu Chen guessed in his heart, and upon closer inspection, discovered that it was indeed the case.
These white lights were condensed from the moonlight, forming a unique existence that completely covered the area in front of him. The Direwolf King was within them, but he could not feel his presence.
"Slaughter Sword Technique!"
Chu Chen pulled out his Black Sword and cut his sword. A gigantic sword beam, incomparably sharp, soared through the sky with incomparable sharpness and howling sounds.
"Swish." As the sword landed on the moonlight, a frightening aura suddenly exploded. Sharp sword energy shot everywhere.
The condensed moonlight suddenly began to violently churn before crazily leaking out.
This sword strike completely split apart the crescent moon.
"The Direwolf King is not here." Chu Chen's eyes slightly contracted as he looked at the spread of the moonlight.
The Direwolf King was not there.
"Kill him!"
A loud roar rang out as the Direwolf King stood a few dozen feet away with a dark expression on its face.
With that said, the surrounding army all rushed towards Chu Chen.
The power of the sonic wave just now had caused harm to the Heavenly Wolf King. Although the two were separated by a whole level, the Heavenly Wolf King felt that he was unable to defeat Chu Chen.
Thus, he borrowed the power of the moonlight and cleverly retreated.
Now, he was prepared to borrow the strength of the army to kill Chu Chen.
"A scoundrel with a sixth level of Spiritual Martial Stage is only a coward." Chu Chen ridiculed.
Not long ago, the Direwolf King looked down on the world, claiming that he would take revenge for the four kings. Yet, he immediately dodged it and didn't even dare to fight back.
This scene, was incomparably mocking. Adding Chu Chen's ridicule, the face of the Direwolf King flushed red.
"On the battlefield, the victor is the king and the loser is the bandit. Just you wait to die."
The Direwolf King was not a fool, he was the most scheming out of the five, he knew that he was no match for Chu Chen, and did not fight to the death, but to retreat.
He even used the power of the moonlight in advance.
As long as they could kill Chu Chen, the process wasn't important at all.
In a moment, a few hundred soldiers holding onto swords, pikes, swords, surrounded Chu Chen.
"I'll remember your head. It won't be long before I come to collect it myself." Chu Chen bellowed towards the wolf king, he then leaped up, and started killing in the army.
The great battle continued for yet another day.
Wind Wave Nation, a total of one hundred and thirty thousand army, at this moment in time, only fifty thousand soldiers remained.
As for the Shu Dragon Army, they still had over a hundred thousand soldiers. The gap was larger by more than half, the disparity in strength was too great.
"Retreat!" Xiao Kuang ordered. If they continued, everyone would die here.
In this situation, it was not the time to be emotional. He could only retreat, but it was definitely not to give up on Death Valley.
And then, everyone retreated.
"Kill them all!"
"Kill a Wind Wave soldier, one thousand gold. Killing a warrior cost three thousand taels of gold. Kill the princess, Xiao Kuang, or Chu Chen, one million gold, can be titled king! "
The Direwolf King shouted loudly.
The withdrawal of the Wind Wave meant that they would not be able to defeat the enemy. Taking over Death Valley was just in front of their eyes.
He would soon be able to trample an entire empire under his feet, and he would be able to do what he wanted. What sort of feeling was this?
Beautiful women, money, martial arts, he could choose and play however he wanted.
"Kill, kill!"
Under the encouragement of the Direwolf King, the army went crazy, revealing their wild nature as they started to fight desperately.
A Wind Wave Nation soldier's corpse was torn apart after he was killed.
This bloody scene caused the entire Wind Wave army to turn red with envy.
"You're not allowed to charge! Follow me and retreat!" Xiao Kuang shouted.
In terms of rage, at this moment, no one had a heart as thick as his.
However, on the battlefield, not for the sake of the individual, but for the sake of the entire country.
"Let's go!" Looking at the torn corpses of their compatriots, the group of people's eyes were red, unwilling to leave.
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However, how difficult was it to retreat to a safe zone?
The army of the dragon was pursuing them fiercely. Capturing one was akin to killing them. It was simply unstoppable.
After a day of suffering, only thirty thousand remained of the fifty thousand. Twenty thousand had died in a single day.
Blood stained the ground red as they tried to retreat. In order to cut off everyone's retreat, they chose to cast their bodies into the human wall.
On the second day, the great army only had a mere 20,000 left.
Last night, the army of the Mount Shu Sword Sect attacked, yet another ten thousand people died.
"Purgatory Gorge!"
Xiao Kuang laughed miserably, "The heavens want us to die, the heavens want us to die …."
At this moment, everyone was in a valley. This was the Central Gorge, and it was surrounded by precipitous cliffs. There was no way back anymore, and everyone was trapped in a dead end.
"The Fierce Prison Gorge?" Hearing this, Yan Yuexi laughed bitterly, "Heavens, they really want us dead."
"Is this place special?" Chu Chen asked. Xiao Kuang's abnormality and his bitter smile made him feel that this place seemed to not be simple.
"Speaking of the Death Valley, regardless of whether it is our Shu Dragon Country or our Wind Wave Nation, almost everyone knows that this is an important road, even more so the valley of death. And within the Death Valley, if one were to talk about the most dangerous place, it would be the Fierce Prison Gorge. Yan Yuexi said powerlessly.
"So many bones." Hearing what Yan Yuexi said, Lion Devil immediately looked over. There was indeed a pile of corpses on the ground.
Perhaps it had been too long, because some of the bones had turned to dust with the touch of his feet.
These white bones were accompanied by a strong aura of death. All of them said that this was a dead end.
At this moment, the entrance looked like the entrance to hell. As for the crowd, they had already stepped through that entrance to hell.
There were only twenty thousand left of the one hundred and thirty thousand strong army, and more than half of them were heavily injured.
If the army of the dragon attacked soon, how could they defend against it? Am I really going to die here?
Chu Chen was unwilling to give up. With his strength, if the army rushed over, he might just be able to kill his way out.
However, he had to leave by himself. What should he do with the rest of them?
Yan Yuexi, the group of brothers from Heavenly Stellar Sect, as well as Lion Devil, Fang Qu, would they be allowed to stay here and wait for death?
"No, I can't." Chu Chen thought.
The cold wind blew drearily, and black mist filled the air. Combined with the pure white bones that covered the ground, the hearts of the crowd were desolate. The great army's face was filled with exhaustion.
He had been tired out from the days of war. He could not hold on for much longer, and his heart was filled with sympathy.
"I miss home." An old soldier said with a hoarse voice. His dry lips were covered in blood, and his clothes were in tatters.
"Me too. My wife and daughter. I haven't seen them for three years." Another wounded soldier said.
At this moment, everyone knew that they were about to die, and they all felt an especially strong sense of homesickness.
How he wished he could go back to his hometown and spend time with the old man and his beloved wife.
However, at this moment, he had to bury his bones somewhere else.
After many years, they would become the same as this pile of bones. As long as they touched it, they would be reduced to ashes.
The cold wind blew, everything seemed desolate, the morale was low, and the expression on his face was dull.
Some of them had already slowly closed their eyes, their bodies bleeding profusely. Their wounds had been exposed, and they were on the verge of death.
"I want to return to my hometown and do my best to honor the old me …"
"I want to return to my hometown, and caress my Rainbow Skirt for my beloved wife who stays in an empty room by herself …" Hearing his children calling him their father, they gathered together … "
The sound of the lonely wild wind seemed to be wailing.
The atmosphere was very tragic, without the slightest bit of fighting intent.
Even a group of warriors like Heavenly Stellar Sect were deeply affected, their big hands that tightly gripped their battle blades slightly loosened.
"Haha, haha …" The heavens want me dead. Once I enter the Gorge, there will be no turning back. " Even Xiao Kuang was laughing maniacally at the sky with a sense of powerlessness.
Finally, he thrust the spear into the ground and with a clang, he sat down heavily.
Cracks had already appeared on the surface of his Profound Gold Spear. Even a low-grade spirit weapon as powerful as this couldn't withstand the constant fighting.