Yanshen wore a scornful smile at the corners of his lips, shouting coldly, "You suicidal fools!" He brandished his arm, and the weapon in his hand flashed with a dazzling brilliance, like an indestructible sharp sword, thrusting straight toward the surging enemy army. The soul armor on his body glowed with a brilliant radiance, resembling an unbreachable fortress that enveloped him, radiating a soul-shaking aura.
On the battlefield, the sounds of slaughter and battle cries rose one after another, echoing between heaven and earth. A bloody aura permeated the air, staining the earth beneath their feet red. Yet Yanshen showed not a trace of fear; a blazing fighting spirit burned in his eyes, and every strike was as mighty as a thunderbolt, carrying the momentum to destroy heaven and earth.
Far away in the Conquer-West Army base, a group of generals were watching this thrilling battle with rapt attention. Xiahou Yuan wore a gratified smile on his face, praising, "This kid is getting more and more formidable! He's not like before, only knowing how to act blindly and recklessly—he has made remarkable progress!"
Chapter 142