Beast Piercing The Heavens

As the battle continued, the scene had already become chaotic. The four squads were surrounding the Demonic Beast and attacking constantly, and they were attacking from all sides, so it was unavoidable that there were some accidental injuries. It was just that the Martial Cultivator in the arena were trying their best to suppress the desire to counterattack in their hearts, so even if they wanted to counterattack, they had to wait for the Demonic Beast to finish killing them.    

At this moment, Ye Qinghan was very sure that although this ape Demonic Beast was small in size, they were all fourth stage Demonic Beast and their strengths were all at the peak of Divine General. Because under the constant attacks from the group, less than half of the hundred Demonic Beast had fallen, and the majority of the people that fell were not dead yet. The waves of air that Ye Qinghan produced only hit the ape's fur, and could even only make a few of its fur fall. The defense of this ape and Demonic Beast could be said to be extremely strong.    

Of course, no matter how strong the defense was, it was still a low levelled Demonic Beast. They did not have much intelligence and could only charge forth fiercely, waving the claws that flickered with a cold light and randomly slashing at the Martial Cultivator in front of them. However, the waves of air that shot towards them from all directions made it extremely difficult for them to take even a step forward.    

Under their valiant and tenacious attacks, finally a few Demonic Beast approached the Martial Cultivator of the Cloud Monarch Tribe. Cloud Monarch of the Cloud Monarch Tribe were obviously not stupid. If they fought the Demonic Beast in close combat, not only would they be killed by the Demonic Beast, they would also be under the firepower of the other three tribes. Even though their eyes had already turned red, they still strongly suppressed the urge in their hearts and began to move in two different directions.    

With the space being so big, it had already become a few accidental injuries just a moment ago. Now, it was even more so that the injuries were endless, thus the Martial Cultivator s of the Cloud Monarch Tribe started to clash with the Wind Emperor Tribe and Ye Qinghan's team. If there was friction, blood would flow, and people would die. Once the dead were dead, the scene became even more chaotic. Once blood started to flow, the smell of blood in the air became even stronger. The bloodlust in everyone's eyes also increased …    

In the end, the chaotic battle broke out unconsciously. Although everyone tried their best to suppress their killing intent in their hearts to make themselves more clear-headed, this thing wasn't something they could control just because they wanted to. The most serious thing was … When they reached the end, the Fighter As Well s of the same tribe began killing each other!    

"Kill, kill!"    

Ye Qinghan's eyes, which were also unavoidable, turned blood-red, but he was incomparably confident. At this moment, the one who was most clear-headed was most likely him. Although his cultivation was considered one of the lowest level among the Martial Cultivator present, he was still superior in terms of experience.    

He had entered this state countless times within the Yin Fiend Stream and the baleful aura within the God Slaying Blade was incomparably fierce. It practically surged into his mind in an instant and was incomparably tyrannical. Right now, the killing intent was slowly affecting him. It was very gentle, and although it was a bit affecting him, it wasn't enough to make him crazy.    

As a result, he quietly merged with his War Beast and started attacking a Cloud Monarch in the second stage of Divine General Tribe ferociously, causing this Martial Cultivator to wave his blade with bloodshot eyes, as though he would not rest until he was chopped into pieces.    

"Come at me!"    

The corner of Ye Qinghan's mouth curled up slightly, and his feet kept sliding, because his speed was so fast that it left afterimages, and with the invisibility of the profound mysteries of the wind and the tracking steps at such close proximity, not only was he fast, he was also exceptionally nimble, and his small range of dodging could be said to have reached an extremely terrifying level.    

He started to move his body stealthily, directing the Martial Cultivator towards a corner of the grounds. At this moment, most of the Martial Cultivator had already started to go crazy, but some of the soul powerful Martial Cultivator still managed to maintain a bit of clarity. They began to move toward the corner. No matter how strong you were in the center of the battlefield, you would probably be killed by random attacks from the side. Even if he went to the corner and completely fell into madness, he would at least be able to fight to the very end, and he might not even be able to survive.    

"Damn it!" This Counterattack's wife really has the right taste! If every battle is fought on such a battlefield, let alone ten consecutive victories, even if I were to win a hundred consecutive victories, I am confident that I can win! "    

Ye Qinghan and the Martial Cultivator were "intensely" fighting with each other. This Martial Cultivator obviously trained in the Laws of the Earth, as her defense was very strong. When Ye Qinghan's Soft Sword slashed on his body, she felt like it had cut into a piece of divine iron. At most, it could only pierce through Martial Cultivator's armor. Of course, Ye Qinghan didn't want to kill him, if he was to do so, Ye Qinghan would be able to instantly kill him.    

There were forty captains sitting outside. Ye Qinghan reckoned that since they could become the captains, they would at least be elites. Furthermore, the red mountain slope had five guardians whose strength was unknown. Ye Qinghan didn't know whether or not this battle was under the watch of these big shots, so he naturally couldn't show off too much. "As for the later stages, there was nothing to be done. If they didn't make it obvious, then they could only lie on the ground …    

As they fought intensely, Ye Qinghan started to observe the rankers on stage again and again. There were also seven to eight Martial Cultivator s like Ye Qinghan, who were at the first stage of Divine General. However, other than Ye Qinghan, the rest of them were lying on the black and red soil.    

There were a lot of Divine General on the scene, and there were more than ten with extremely powerful attacks, as though they were falling from the sky. Each attack of these people could heavily injure a Martial Cultivator and even smash their opponent into pieces. But for these dozens of people, Ye Qinghan actually did not care about them all that much, he cared about the two of them.    

One of them wore a purple war armor, it was a member of the Thunder Monarch Tribe. The man was carrying a green wooden stick. He was abnormally short and was probably less than 1.4m in height. However, he was exceptionally eye-catching. Because he had never moved his body, standing in the middle of the field. He released a light blue protective shield around his body, allowing the surrounding Martial Cultivator to attack him. The strange thing was, when the Martial Cultivator attacked his light blue shield, it was like hitting the water, not only did her speed decrease greatly, it was also like hitting the water. Martial Cultivator whose attack power was low had her weapon bounced off. But his cyan colored wooden stick, was able to easily knock the Martial Cultivator who was attacking away with a single attack. Her attack and defense were frighteningly strong.    

There was one other person wearing a grey war armor. It belonged to Rain Emperor Tribe, and his defense was fearsome as well. Even if it was one of the stronger Martial Cultivator, they would at most be blown away when they hit him. He shook his head, then continued to stand up. He was like an undefeatable cockroach.    

After an hour passed, Ye Qinghan was still happily fighting with the Martial Cultivator from the Cloud Monarch Tribe. But out of the few hundred people present, there were only about a hundred or so Martial Cultivator s left. As for the 100 Demonic Beast s, they had long been chopped into pieces. More and more blood was flowing from the ground, and the smell of blood in the air was becoming stronger and stronger. Inevitably, Ye Qinghan's breathing also became more hurried.    

"Persevere, persevere!"    

Ye Qinghan arched his back, and started growling softly, but in his mind, he kept telling himself to hold on for a while longer. The longer he persevered, the greater his chance of success would be. After all, the Martial Cultivator here were different from the ones outside, and these Martial Cultivator were all in a crazed state. He was not sure if the God Slaying Blade's killing intent would affect them greatly.    

"Persist..." Persistence... I can't hold on any longer! "    

Ye Qinghan growled once again, the Soft Sword in his hands fluttered, heavily smashing onto the chest of the Martial Cultivator, forcing him to take a few steps back. He then immediately retracted the Soft Sword back, and with a wave of his hand, a black Long Knife appeared in his hands.    

657 – Victory