ebookland Chapter 578
Chapter 578
Taihua's expression was as solemn as the sky covered by dark clouds. His eyes were as sharp as torches as he stared intently at the situation on the battlefield. Then he spoke:
"City Lord Li, please have your brothers withdraw first."
His voice was steady and powerful, like the sound of a huge bell. In this noisy battlefield that was like hell on earth, it was as clear as a bell ringing in the silent night, and it reached everyone's ears accurately.
When Li Heizi heard this, he agreed with it deeply.
He knew in his heart that although each of his brothers was a hero who could fight ten people at once, they were extremely powerful.
But this kind of large-scale team battle requires not only personal bravery, but also coordination like precise gears.
They are like a group of brave lone wolves accustomed to hunting alone. When faced with an enemy that is surging like a tide and advancing in a disciplined and orderly manner, they are inevitably overwhelmed and fall into a tough battle.
So, he nodded without hesitation, then closed his eyes, concentrated all his energy, and began to transmit messages to the Anbu members.
The next moment, hundreds of thousands of Anbu members received the order as if by telepathy.
They all roared in unison, and the sound was like rolling thunder, shaking the heavens and the earth.
Immediately afterwards, the spiritual energy in their bodies surged out from every pore of their bodies like a volcano that had been dormant for thousands of years suddenly erupting.
Everyone unleashed their most powerful attack without reservation. For a moment, colorful spiritual lights intertwined and converged on the battlefield.
These lights merged and collided with each other, turning into a brilliant and powerful torrent of energy, like a giant dragon shining with colorful light, sweeping towards the demons in front like a raging tsunami.
The energy contained in this attack was like a bright sun born in the universe, exploding on the battlefield.
In an instant, a strong light appeared like a rising sun, illuminating the entire battlefield as bright as day. The terrifying energy fluctuations spread out in all directions with the explosion point as the center. Wherever they went, the space was distorted and changed color, as if the heaven and earth were trembling before this power.
Taking advantage of the brief shock caused by this powerful attack, the Anbu members moved as fast as lightning.
They moved quickly and orderly, like tired birds returning to their nests, without any panic.
In the blink of an eye, they retreated directly behind the neat and orderly team of the immortal soldiers of the Immortal Court.
As soon as they landed, everyone took out their pills, swallowed them quickly as if a long drought had finally brought them a downpour, and began to regulate their breathing with all their strength.
The thrilling battle just now had consumed a huge amount of their physical and spiritual strength. Everyone's face was filled with fatigue, and sweat and blood mixed together, flowing down their cheeks.
Just as the Anbu members had just evacuated, the eyes of the demon monks who were slightly blocked by the attack flashed with crazy light like the fire of hell. They were like a group of completely enraged beasts, and their reason had long been swallowed by anger and the desire to kill.
They bared their fangs and claws, and let out terrifying roars from their mouths. The sound was like the roar of evil spirits from the Nine Nether Hell, which made people terrified.
Their densely packed figures were like black waves, one after another, as if they were going to ruthlessly devour everything in front of them and plunge this land into eternal darkness.
At this critical moment of life and death, a leading general among the 200,000 immortal soldiers descended like a god of war on the battlefield.
He took a deep breath, then shouted with all his strength:
"Crossbowmen, prepare!"
The sound was like a huge bell, echoing on the battlefield. Every note carried an unquestionable majesty, as if it was an oracle from heaven, which made everyone excited.
“Swish!”
Following this order, the 100,000 archers in the rear moved in unison, like puppets controlled by the same string, without the slightest deviation.
They quickly began to infuse their own immortal power into the bows and crossbows in their hands.
In an instant, the bows and crossbows shone brightly like ancient torches ignited by a mysterious flame.
The originally simple and unpretentious crossbow was instantly filled with immortal power, and the runes on it were like awakened elves, flashing dazzling and mysterious light.
These lights shine against each other, as if telling of the impending bloody massacre, or like the scythe in the hands of the god of death, flashing a deadly cold light in the darkness.
"put!"
The general shouted again, and this shout was like the judgment of the god of death, like a sharp lightning that cuts through the sky and resounds throughout the battlefield.
The majesty and coldness contained in that voice made everyone who heard it feel a chill in their hearts, as if their lives were firmly grasped in the hands of death at this moment.