Peerless War God

Facing the sudden ambush, the people of the Zheng Clan were slightly flustered, but Zheng Yuanwu knew that he absolutely couldn’t panic. He was the backbone of the army, and if even he was thrown into confusion, then the group of cultivators would be on the verge of being completely annihilated.    

    

He fiercely gritted his teeth and roared, “Yu Ming, attack together and break the formation with all your strength.”    

    

Yu Ming’s face was dark as he replied, “Alright.”    

    

In his heart, he’d already cursed the traitor over a hundred times, and he wished for nothing more than to eat his flesh and blood. But now, it was a critical moment, so he couldn’t care about anything else, and breaking out of the encirclement was the most important thing.    

    

Instantly, the two of them attacked together.    

    

Zheng Yuanwu didn’t hesitate to pay the price, and he withdrew a magic treasure that looked like a short golden pestle. He opened his mouth and spat out a strand of Blood Essence, and the short golden pestle instantly emanated a brilliant glow and its aura surged.    

    

This was a top-grade spirit treasure, and with the addition of Zheng Yuanwu’s Blood Essence, its might surged greatly.    

    

His expression went cold, and he casually pointed out with his finger. “Go.”    

    

Instantly, the short golden pestle shot into the sky and pierced towards the weak spot of the barrier that hadn’t completely closed.    

    

Bang!    

    

A clear bang resounded as the short golden pestle flew back, and numerous visible cracks appeared on the barrier’s connection, causing it to slow down in closing, yet it still continued to close.    

    

Obviously, this strike hadn’t achieved the effect that Zheng Yuanwu wanted.    

    

At the same time, Yu Ming’s enormous golden sword flew out and slashed towards the barrier’s connection.    

    

Bang!    

    

The cracks expanded once more, but they quickly closed up once more, continuing to seal the entire group within.    

    

“Let’s fight it out with them. We’ll join forces as well to assist the Patriarch.”    

    

At this moment, the Zheng Clan members that were trapped within the formation hadn’t been idling around either, and they roared furiously as well.    

    

At this critical juncture, in order to save their own lives, and in order to save the lives of everyone else as well, they fought for a slim chance of survival, and they didn’t care about their own lives at all. They even utilized their trump cards without hesitation, and they didn’t hesitate to exhaust their own vital essence.    

    

“Kill!”    

    

“Let’s fight it out with them!”    

    

“We must break through this formation, otherwise, we’ll all die here! Kill!”    

    

In next to no time, several hundred pillars of light smashed down towards the formation, and they emanated numerous explosive sounds. They seemed to have exerted their full strength.    

    

In comparison, these people were merely at the Prominent Divine Realm, and some were even at the Dao Emperor Realm. Their strengths were weak, and they were unable to cause much of an effect. But it was still better than nothing.    

    

At this moment, when he saw that his attacks were having little effect, Zheng Yuanwu became slightly anxious.    

    

“I can’t drag this on any longer. Otherwise, I won’t have a chance.”    

    

When he thought up to here, he didn’t hold back in the slightest, and he slapped his chest forcefully with his right hand. With a poof, he spat out a mouthful of blood essence, and it soaked into the short golden pestle. Instantly, the might of the short golden pestle rose once more, and it charged towards the top of the head.    

    

“Pfft.”    

    

A crack appeared in the firm array formation, and it was actually almost penetrated by the golden short pestle.    

    

Zheng Yuanwu’s face was pale, but he was overjoyed when he saw this. “Good, there’s a chance. Come again, explode!”    

    

He didn’t care about anything else, and with a thought, the golden short pestle exploded. It exploded into a ball of golden light, and it was extremely powerful. It shook the entire space, and it actually blasted open a gap in the Confinement Formation.    

    

For a time, the Confinement Formation started to collapse.    

    

Zheng Yuanwu roared furiously, “Yu Ming!”    

    

Yu Ming on the side saw this, and he decisively made a move as well. The golden greatsword shone brightly, and he stabbed out with his sword.    

    

“Puchi.”    

    

The Confinement Formation was pierced through, and it slowly collapsed like an ice surface being shattered.    

    

Zheng Yuanwu was overjoyed, and he shouted loudly. “Let’s go and escape first.”    

    

Without saying anything else, he took the lead and charged out of the Confinement Formation. Yu Ming followed closely behind him, and he followed at a moderate pace.    

    

Behind him, the other cultivators of the Zheng Clan scattered in all directions, and they were extremely vigilant as they stared at this scene. Their Divine Sense spread out swiftly, and they searched for traces of the enemy.    

    

“Dammit! Who exactly is it that dares to suddenly attack us?”    

    

“Hmph! A traitor has appeared in our clan. Could it be that the Blackheaven Cult has already known about this? If that’s the case, then we’re doomed.”    

    

"What are we afraid of? Even if the sky falls, there's still someone taller to hold it up. As long as the Patriarch is still around, we'll be fine."    

    

"On the battlefield, swords and sabers have no eyes. I'm afraid that the Patriarch won't be able to take care of himself. Sigh, we should just pray for our own good."    

    

"This..."    

    

The Zheng clan members were discussing endlessly. Some of them were even starting to waver, and their moods were downcast.    

    

It was true. In the face of a life and death crisis, it would be a lie to say that they were not afraid. They were all humans, and they were all afraid of death.    

    

In midair, Zheng Yuanwu did not have the slightest intention of relaxing. He did not dare to be careless in the slightest, and his spiritual will quickly extended outwards.    

    

Very quickly, he found the person who had attacked.    

    

"Hmm? That's... not good. Quickly split up."    

    

Yu Ming was stunned for a moment. "What?"    

    

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw light spots appearing in the originally calm sky. They were incomparably scorching hot, as if the sun was burning. It was extremely shocking, and soon after, balls of fire appeared in the sky one after another.    

    

At a glance, there were a total of tens of thousands of fireballs and light spots. They emitted a scorching might, as if the entire sky was burning. They had a supreme might that could destroy the world.    

    

"Kill."    

    

As an icy cold voice sounded, tens of thousands of fireballs smashed down like a storm, completely covering Zheng Yuanwu and the other Zheng clan cultivators. There was not a single blind spot, and there was nowhere to escape.    

    

“No, it can’t be, right? So many fireballs are falling down, we’re finished, we’re completely finished.”    

    

A Zheng Clan member raised his head to look at the sky, his heart filled with despair.    

    

There were even more people who rose up to resist, unwilling to die in this place.    

    

“Dammit, dammit, I refuse to believe that I’ll die here just like that, I refuse to believe it.”    

    

“It’s the Black Heavens Divine Sect’s army, it’s the traitors who betrayed us, damn it, we’re afraid that we’re going to be finished together.”    

    

“Counterattack, counterattack, raise your shields to block the attack, don’t get yourselves into a mess.”    

    

All sorts of voices rose and fell, some of them were stunned on the spot, already in despair to the point of forgetting to counterattack, but there were even more people who took out their shields to defend, forming numerous shields, trying to block this round of attack.    

    

Rumble.    

    

“Ah!”    

    

“No, I don’t want to die yet.”    

    

In the next moment, the earth quaked and the mountains shook, mixed with the screams of the crowd and the wails of despair, they interweaved together, as if it was a scene from hell, right before their eyes, making Zheng Yuanwu feel incomparably pained.    

    

The hill-sized fireballs smashed down, to a Tribulation Transcender cultivator, it might be able to withstand a little, but to a low-level cultivator, it was a hell of despair.    

    

In an instant, his eyes turned red as he looked at the tragedy below, his heart ached as if it was being twisted.    

    

Just this round of fireball attacks, more than half of the cultivators died, turning into ashes. Even the Zheng Clan members who luckily escaped this calamity were mostly injured, losing their combat strength.    

    

One could imagine that the next scene would be even more tragic.    

    

Zheng Yuanwu's eyes were filled with tears as he roared, “Retreat!”    

    

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