On the battlefield, smoke billowed and the deafening sounds of battle pierced the ears. Though covered in wounds, the soldiers of Daxia fought with monstrous killing intent under the leadership of Ink Qilin, Xiaojin, and the Ape-man. In contrast, the coalition forces were collapsing like a crumbling mountain, their morale crushed to the absolute lowest point.
Facing Os and the Late Martial God Realm powerhouse, Xuanyuan Wuhen pressed his attack with escalating ferocity, giving neither of them the slightest chance to catch their breath. The spear in his hand moved as if it were alive; every thrust carried a howling wind, and the tip of the spear aimed relentlessly at vital points.
Os cursed his misfortune in his heart. Having no heart left to fight, he wished only to escape as quickly as possible. As for the survival of the coalition forces, he could no longer care at all. He frantically waved his staff, sending glowing threads of holy energy slithering about in a desperate attempt to block the spear's assault. Yet Xuanyuan Wuhen's spear technique had reached the pinnacle of mastery; with a light flick of the spearhead, those rays of holy energy shattered and vanished like bubbles.
Chapter 313