Ferocious Tigers of the Army
Ferocious Tigers of the Army . . .
With unwavering determination, the thirty-nine battle teams surged forward, emanating an aura of sublime grandeur as they embarked on their journey towards the battlefield.
Yuan City, its two flanks now encircled by adversaries, bore witness to the oncoming tide of soldiers galloping toward its gates. However, the Thousand Transformations Army had set its sights on a different prize, directing their full military might toward the enemy's base city, Han City of the Jing Prefecture. In the realm of immortal warfare, distinctions such as city moats and impregnable gates held little sway. The primary objective lay in the annihilation of the opposition. Mere occupation of a territory proved futile, for if the opposing force possessed superior strength, they could effortlessly reclaim what was lost. Strength reigned supreme in the arena of immortal wars.
This philosophy informed the Eastern Sage Army's strategy of relentless attacks on the Thousand Transformations Army, rather than seizing Yuan City. As long as their enemies fell, they required no further action to secure their claim over the Thunder Prefecture. In the immortal realms, it was strength that spoke the loudest.
Forsaking Yuan City, the Thousand Transformations Army opted to carve a path toward their adversary's base, avoiding the perils of concentrated enemy strength at a single location. General Niu, aware of their overall disadvantage in terms of strength, made a calculated choice to pursue this approach.
A few hundred meters from Yuan City, elite teams from both sides clashed with ferocious intensity. The Eastern Sage Army's elite units numbered over 50,000, with reinforcements streaming in from those responsible for besieging Yuan City. The Thousand Transformations Army found itself at a disadvantage, facing the prospect of being overwhelmed by enemy forces converging from three directions if they couldn't break through the Eastern Sage Army's defenses swiftly.
Suddenly, a cascade of dazzling lights erupted in the skies, coalescing into a blinding screen of radiance. Within this luminous tableau, 5,000 soldiers emerged, all hailing from elite teams transported via spatial-transference arrays. These meticulously prepared troops had lurked in the shadows, awaiting the opportune moment to execute a decisive strike against the Thousand Transformations Army.
As the supreme formation of the Eastern Sage Army finally crumbled under the relentless assault of their foes, the Thousand Transformations Army, too, saw their formations dissipate. Now, soldiers from both sides regrouped into smaller battle teams, waging war in intense small-scale combat where the grim tally of casualties mounted ceaselessly.
In the skies above, the 5,000 elite warriors descended in unison, organizing themselves into hundred-person battle teams. Each unit boasted formidable combat prowess, coalescing into an imposing phalanx of devil kings, their combined might unleashing a palpable aura of boundless power.
High above the battlefield, the military governor immortal king of the Thousand Transformations Army wore an expression of palpable dismay. Their elite forces currently clashed with the formidable Eastern Sage Army, and the sudden appearance of 5,000 additional elite warriors had taken him completely off guard. These 5,000 elites descended upon the battlefield like ravenous tigers among a flock of sheep, swiftly tearing through the ranks of the Thousand Transformations Army, sowing chaos and panic. If this relentless assault persisted, there seemed little hope of breaking through the enemy's formidable defenses and advancing toward Han City. It was increasingly likely that, with the arrival of further reinforcements, the Thousand Transformations Army would face a devastating defeat.
It became clear why the Eastern Sage Army had chosen to stand their ground rather than retreat; they had been meticulously prepared for this showdown. The Eastern Sage Army was resolute in their mission to annihilate the Thousand Transformations Army stationed in Yuan City of the Thunder Prefecture, setting the stage for their complete domination of the region.
The annihilation of the Thousand Transformations Army stationed in Yuan City would undoubtedly have a profound impact on morale throughout their ranks, dissuading future immortal-foundation experts of the Thunder Prefecture from joining their cause. After all, who would dare to enlist in the face of a history marred by the total annihilation of an entire brigade, casting a grim shadow over the Thousand Transformations Army's reputation?
The current battle situation grew increasingly dire for the Thousand Transformations Army. Their experts faltered, rushing headlong into battle without a cohesive strategy. The 5,000 newcomers seized this opportunity to wreak havoc, decimating over ten small team battle formations and claiming the lives of over a thousand immortal-foundation experts. If this trajectory continued, the Eastern Sage Army would undoubtedly emerge victorious.
In the distance, a group of experts raced toward the scene—Qin Wentian's regiment. Observing the Eastern Sage Army's deployment of 5,000 experts, Qin Wentian recognized the gravity of the situation and urged his regiment to hasten their advance. They finally reached the battlefield, ready to join the fray.
"Annihilate them all. Crush that devil avatar battle formation," Qin Wentian issued a steely command. The 5,000 experts who had arrived earlier were none other than the devil regiment of the Eastern Sage Army, under the command of the Undefeatable Devil King, a subordinate of the Eastern Sage Immortal Emperor. These formidable warriors were adept in harnessing devilish energy, wielding it with unrivaled ferocity on the battlefield.
Qin Wentian himself charged into the midst of the melee. As the remnants of the Thousand Transformations Army caught sight of his arrival, their spirits soared. They knew that Qin Wentian's battle team had a formidable reputation, forged through countless feats of valor.
In mere moments, the battle formation led by Qin Wentian clashed with the devil avatar formation. The devil avatar bellowed, pivoting to deliver a thunderous devilish palm strike. Qin Wentian met the challenge head-on, two colossal palm imprints colliding in a cataclysmic clash that sent shockwaves rippling through the surrounding terrain. The experts within the devil avatar formation exchanged knowing glances—Qin Wentian's battle formation proved every bit their equal.
With a thunderous roar, Qin Wentian's imposing figure expanded, mirroring the expansion of his demon ox avatar. His voice resounded like rolling thunder as he issued a decisive command, "Press on with the attack on Han City. Leave these devil avatar formations to us."
A radiant aura enveloped the scene as the ox demon king materialized, unleashing a torrent of demon dragon energy that surged toward the enemy's formation. In response, the devil avatar formation conjured a formidable devil king, causing the very heavens and earth to tremble under the intense release of immortal energy.
"ROAR!" The demon ox emitted a deafening bellow, its hooves aglow with divine radiance, descending with such force that it seemed capable of obliterating everything in its path. In the center of its hooves, it appeared as though demonic dragons danced with wild abandon. Upon impact, the devil king shattered under the unstoppable might of the demon ox's hooves, sending shockwaves through the battle formation.
Within the devil formation, the experts screamed in a frenzy of madness. Countless spears materialized and thrust toward their assailant, only to be effortlessly crushed by the sheer might of the demon ox. As its hooves pummeled the body of the battle formation, the entire structure quaked before disintegrating. The experts within were violently jolted, their mouths spilling blood in the wake of the devastating assault.
"KILL!" Qin Wentian's roar reverberated, and the colossal hooves struck once more, claiming the lives of over half of their foes in an instant. Simultaneously, the surrounding battle teams launched their own attacks. Within moments, the entire devil avatar battle team lay vanquished, their members beyond redemption.
Meanwhile, the formidable battle formations under Qin Wentian's command engaged the remaining devil avatars in pitched combat. With the recent destruction of an enemy formation, the morale of the Thousand Transformations Army surged, their battle cries echoing through the battlefield.
"FIGHT, FIGHT, FIGHT!" The resounding clamor, akin to a tidal wave, filled the air. The governor issued his command, "Press the attack, breach their defenses!"
"KILL THEM ALL!" Thunderous roars shook the heavens as the experts from the Thousand Transformations Army charged forward, heedless of the cost. They understood the urgency of the situation; time was of the essence. Their goal was to shatter the enemy's defenses and reach Han City with all haste.
The momentum on both sides shifted dramatically. The Thousand Transformations Army surged forward with an intensity resembling a charging bull and a ferocious tiger, cleaving a path into the heart of their foes and claiming countless lives.
Qin Wentian's battle formation veered toward another sector of the battlefield, where it didn't engage a devil avatar formation in isolation. Instead, it cooperated with an expert from the Battle Saint Tribe, orchestrating a synchronized assault that enveloped the enemy forces. They launched three successive waves of brutal attacks, showing no mercy as they swiftly wiped out their adversaries within mere breaths.
Qin Wentian's voice cut through the chaos like a blade, ice-cold and unwavering. The 5,000 elite soldiers of the Eastern Sage Army had ventured deep into the heart of the Thousand Transformations Army, emboldened by their status as elites. With the majority of the enemy's forces occupied elsewhere, there were not enough troops to confront this elite vanguard, plunging the Thousand Transformations Army into disarray and panic. The Eastern Sage Army's strategic brilliance was evident, but they hadn't anticipated Qin Wentian's intervention, leading a contingent of Battle Saint Tribe experts into the fray.
Guiding the battle formation was a Battle Saint Tribe expert, emanating an aura of boundless strength. God's Hand, a technique rooted in the Battle Saint Art, was an unparalleled battle skill. Even if it couldn't overpower the enemy, it wouldn't be defeated. Delaying the adversary was achievement enough.
Qin Wentian pressed the attack relentlessly, obliterating the devil avatars in short order. The expressions of the immortal kings from the Eastern Sage Army twisted into ugly masks of frustration. "Retreat immediately for those formations still intact!"
"Where do you think you're going?" Qin Wentian's cold retort filled the air. Once more, he unleashed devastating power, annihilating the immortal-foundation experts within another battle formation. When the remaining devil avatar formations attempted to flee, Qin Wentian issued a command. "Pay them no mind; follow me."
With those words, he surged forward, leading his contingent to reinforce the Thousand Transformations Army's struggle against the Eastern Sage Army's elites. The coordination between Qin Wentian's regiment and the rest of the Thousand Transformations Army was seamless. The elite forces of the Eastern Sage Army found themselves utterly outmatched. In a matter of moments, numerous battle formations crumbled, tilting the battle overwhelmingly in favor of the Thousand Transformations Army.
"Fight and retreat; do not panic. Reinforcements are on their way," the Immortal King of the Eastern Sage Immortal Sect roared.
"Intensify our attacks," commanded the Immortal King of the Thousand Transformations Army. With a decisive advantage in combat strength, they aimed to capitalize on the situation and deliver a devastating blow to their adversaries.
Through their combined efforts, the Eastern Sage Army bled casualties every passing second. They rallied together, fighting valiantly and sacrificing their lives as they retreated. Their losses mounted with each step.
"Reinforcements have arrived," an Eastern Sage Immortal Sect expert announced, as over ten thousand reinforcements surged toward the rear of the Thousand Transformations Army.
"Reinforcements?" sneered the military governor of the Thousand Transformations Army. "What difference do they make now? We already hold the upper hand in this battle. Why should we fear your reinforcements? Soldiers, heed my command: disperse and engage in your own battles at your leisure."
"CHARGE!" The morale of the Thousand Transformations Army soared. Indeed, they had inflicted grievous casualties upon the Eastern Sage Army. Now, with their overall combat strength no longer inferior, why should they fear reinforcements? They were ready to meet the enemy head-on.
In the distance, several battleteams were moving to support the beleaguered Eastern Sage Army. Qin Wentian, having already decimated numerous elite teams of the Eastern Sage Immortal Sect, could afford to divert his focus from the main battlefield.
"JOIN ME. WE SHALL SLAY THEM ALL!" Qin Wentian's thunderous cry echoed, leading all thirty-nine battleteams deeper into the fray, with the sole purpose of annihilating the reinforcements of the Eastern Sage Army.