Divine Ape Battle Formation
Divine Ape Battle Formation . . .
In the cities of Jing Prefecture and Thunder Prefecture, an unusual calm had settled over Han City and Yuan City. Both armies had refrained from launching attacks or issuing challenges, and an eerie peace hung in the air. However, beneath this tranquility lurked an unsettling sense that it was merely the calm before a brewing storm.
Within the army barracks of Han City, Dream Demon King presided over a meeting. He was accompanied by other immortal kings, and before them stood a line of young, formidable experts from the junior generation, dressed in violet-golden robes, radiating an intimidating aura. These promising talents had reached the pinnacle of immortal foundation.
"Do you all have absolute confidence in the upcoming battle?" Dream Demon King's tone was laced with weariness. Though the past few years had been relatively short for him, the failure to capture Yuan City had left him deeply uncomfortable. Many influential figures from the Eastern Sage Immortal Sect had observed that defeat, and it stung his pride.
"General Dream Demon, rest assured. There will be no room for failure this time. Even if our formation is breached, our individual combat abilities far surpass our foes. We will teach those audacious souls who dare join the Thousand Transformations Army a harsh lesson," declared a young man with an icy demeanor.
"I have faith in your abilities. However, we cannot afford to lose this time. Our recruitment efforts seem to be losing effectiveness," Dream Demon King murmured.
"This time, we must obliterate the Thousand Transformations Army," the young man insisted firmly.
Suddenly, a voice rang out, interrupting their conversation. "What bold claims."
The voice boomed like thunder, rattling the heavens and earth, resonating like a deafening explosion.
"Hmph," Dream Demon King snorted coldly in response.
"Dream Demon King, show yourself and face me," the voice continued to reverberate, causing the entire Eastern Sage Army barracks to tremble. It was none other than General Ox, the commander of the entire Eastern Sage Army stationed in Yuan City. Had an immortal king-level battle unfolded?
In the Eastern Sage Barracks, countless eyes turned upwards, witnessing numerous enemy immortal kings standing tall, resembling divine beings, unrivaled in the world.
It appeared that this time, the Thousand Transformations Army was ready for an immortal king-level battle.
The war horn blared, its sound resonating deep within the hearts of many. The great army of the Thousand Transformations Immortal Sect was gearing up for a full-scale assault, mobilizing their entire force, including immortal kings.
The Thousand Transformations Army had initiated this clash.
"Advance!" Dream Demon King's voice roared, and the Eastern Sage Immortal Sect's experts organized themselves into formations, moving forward in unison. Dream Demon King and the other immortal kings ascended to the skies, leaving the battlefield to the mortal soldiers. Battles among immortal kings couldn't be waged in the same space as the regular troops, for the shockwaves alone could devastate these immortal foundation characters.
As dust clouds billowed into the sky, the two armies confronted each other, shaping a colossal battlefield. Only the two immortal king-level military governors remained behind to oversee the fight. The rest of the immortal kings had taken to the skies, each engaged in their own battles.
Amid the Eastern Sage Army, a formidable figure atop a demonic jiao steed advanced to the central arena, a shared ground for both armies. This expert, adorned in violet-golden armor and wielding a long spear, exuded a commanding presence, unrivaled in the world.
"Who dares to challenge me?" The long spear in the expert's hand pointed directly at the Thousand Transformations Army as he bellowed his challenge. It was a single individual daring all comers. This man, at the seventh level of immortal foundation, possessed a vast and terrifying aura, radiating resplendent immortal light and unparalleled strength.
Qin Wentian's gaze was unwavering as he fixed his eyes on a young man from the Battle Saint Tribe, resplendent in his armored attire. In a commanding tone, he issued the order, "You go." This seventh-level warrior was the chosen one, the ideal candidate to accept the challenge that lay before them.
With resolute steps, the chosen warrior made his way towards the epicenter of the battlefield. He was a beacon of radiant light, embodying immense strength, and a long spear coalesced from the very essence of immortal energy appeared in his grasp.
A deafening roar echoed through the battlefield as the opponent's jiao dragon mount surged forward, emanating a menacing malevolence. It was clear that his intention was to employ this formidable demonic beast to secure victory. The jiao dragon, a greater demon, possessed terrifying might.
The dragon's horn gleamed with a sinister luster as it hurtled toward the young Battle Saint Tribe warrior. To the onlookers, it seemed that a single strike from the dragon would be sufficient to engulf the warrior entirely.
Yet, in this critical moment, the young warrior unleashed a mighty roar, exuding an overwhelming battle aura. With his arms raised high, his long spear soared from his grip as he charged towards the jiao dragon's massive form. The greater demon lashed out with its claws, attempting to thwart the advancing spear. The collision sparked a dazzling explosion of immortal light, but the warrior seized the opportunity to close the gap between himself and the jiao dragon's gaping maw. From the perspective of the spectators, it appeared as though the young warrior's head would be devoured at any moment.
Suddenly, an incomparable surge of power erupted from the young warrior. His hands clamped onto the dragon's maw, and with a resounding shout, an overwhelming strength surged forth like an unstoppable torrent. A thunderous cry of agony echoed as the jiao dragon's maw was forcibly torn asunder. The young warrior plunged his fist into the jiao's body, unleashing destructive energies that ravaged its insides. The agonized screams of the jiao dragon reverberated through the air before it succumbed to its internal organs rupturing.
"What incredible strength! He seems like a greater demon in human form," the hearts of the Eastern Sage Army members quaked, while the Thousand Transformations Army erupted in jubilant cheers. The warrior's tyrannical display had served as an immense morale booster.
A sudden buzz filled the air as the enemy expert's dragon spear shot forth, manifesting several dragon-shaped shadows that hungered to consume everything in their path.
The Battle Saint Tribe warrior remained composed, his gaze unwavering. With a forceful lift of his palm, he unleashed a violent blast of golden battle light, containing enough power to challenge the very heavens. The dragon shadows were annihilated one by one, and the Battle Saint Tribe warrior advanced confidently. He reached out and grasped the dragon spear that was thrust at him, his palms resembling indomitable divine weapons. With a thunderous shout, he exerted tremendous force, pulling his opponent closer. The Eastern Sage Immortal Sect expert had never encountered such combat techniques before, and his expression underwent a drastic change.
With a resounding roar, the warrior's left hand shot out, mirroring the movements of the dragon spear. His palm imprint transformed into dragon shadows, radiating enough force to shake the heavens. He employed the same technique his opponent had used against him, paying back in kind. The Eastern Sage Army expert desperately released his grip on the spear, attempting to retreat. However, under the relentless barrage of blows, he coughed up blood, sustaining grievous injuries.
A thunderous "BOOM!" echoed through the battlefield as the young warrior from the Battle Saint Tribe surged forward, transforming into a streak of dazzling light that materialized directly before his opponent. Both his fists struck out simultaneously with explosive force. In an instant, the opponent's immortal foundation shattered, and he met a swift demise, his lifeless body plummeting from the sky.
"Establish the formation!" bellowed the immortal king military governor of the Eastern Sage Army. The troops moved swiftly, and the experts of the Thousand Transformations Army soon realized that the young men in violet-golden robes at the forefront were the controllers—the very ones who had decimated the 1,000 experts from the Thousand Transformations Army who had ventured forth for a challenge battle.
The formation they created was none other than the "Nine Dragon Battle Formation," a sight to behold with its immense, fearsome, nine-headed demonic dragon.
"Form our formation," commanded Qin Wentian. His regiment immediately began shaping their own battle formation, and within a short span of time, an incomparably formidable divine ape, exuding boundless malevolence, emerged.
However, this battle formation was not of the Thousand Transformations Immortal Sect but rather a technique from the Battle Saint Tribe, characterized by their totem—a divine ape.
This colossal divine ape, standing tall in resplendent armor, exuded an aura of invincibility that left onlookers in awe. It was the first time members of the Thousand Transformations Army had seen such a battle avatar, and they realized that the Tianwen Regiment had been training tirelessly in preparation for this battle formation that required the full strength of their regiment.
"Do you dare to fight?" a resounding voice emanated from the divine ape as Qin Wentian addressed the controller of the nine-headed dragon.
"What do I have to fear? FIGHT!" The nine-headed dragon surged forward, and the divine ape, with a resounding stomp, caused the very ground to quake, creating fissures that trembled beneath the troops. The divine ape radiated an overwhelming aura of battle prowess, akin to a natural-born demon warrior.
The two formidable greater demons charged towards each other across the battlefield, their approach causing hearts to race and nerves to fray. It was a clash between the armies' trump cards, and its outcome would undoubtedly influence the entire battle. If Tianwen's Regiment were to falter, the Thousand Transformations Army would find itself in grave peril.
"ROAR!" A deafening roar reverberated as the nine-headed dragon lunged forward, its malevolent intent clear as it aimed to take a devastating bite out of the divine ape, a harbinger of apocalyptic destruction.
"ROARRRRRRRRRRRRR!" The divine ape's roar, even more thunderous, filled the air as it bathed in an ever-brightening light. With a powerful thrust of its palms, it grasped two of the dragon's heads and, with a deafening boom, tore them from their bodies with sheer might. Yet, the remaining seven dragon heads opened wide and lunged at the divine ape's form, only to discover it was like attempting to gnaw through the world's sturdiest metal. The light emanating from the divine ape harbored an unimaginable power.
Despite this, the divine ape quaked under the relentless onslaught, and the runic outline of the formation began to show signs of damage. Many experts within the formation were jolted by the ferocity of the battle. Qin Wentian, controlling the ape, unleashed another attack, gripping and annihilating two more dragon heads. The forceful vibrations from the collision propelled the demonic dragon through the air.
"Damn!" The experts within the Nine Dragon Battle Formation were all taken aback. Why was this divine ape formation so overwhelmingly formidable?
The exhilarated cheers from the Thousand Transformations Army washed over the battlefield like a tidal wave, their jubilation drowning out any remnants of Eastern Sage Army morale. The Divine Ape Battle Formation had proven itself to be an unrivaled force, poised to annihilate their opponent's trump card. This divine ape formation appeared to be an indomitable juggernaut.
Deep within the Nine Dragon Battle Formation, the face of a young warrior twisted into a grimace of frustration. He witnessed the colossal divine ape relentlessly advancing, and in haste, he retrieved a treasure radiating intense energy fluctuations. This artifact enveloped the surrounding space in a dazzling aura.
A palpable, oppressive force descended upon the divine ape, and Qin Wentian watched in astonishment as the ape's avatar began to disintegrate under this overwhelming pressure. Within the radiance emitted by the treasure, no battle formations could maintain their structure.
"What is the meaning of this?" demanded the military governor of the Thousand Transformations Army, his tone icy.
"Let's engage in true combat," retorted an immortal king from the Eastern Sage Army. "Not only have we dismantled your battle formations, but my Eastern Sage Army will also fight you on equal terms. It will still be a fair battle," he added.
"Would you say the same if you had the advantage in formations?" the military governor shot back, his voice dripping with sarcasm. Stepping forward, both immortal kings were clearly prepared to engage in combat themselves. The situation on the battlefield was spiraling dangerously out of control!