Daqin Zhentiansi

Chapter 1093 It's a pity you couldn't protect two people.

Chi Yang raised his hand, and a giant sword burning with raging flames solidified in his palm.

He took a step forward, and his greatsword swept horizontally.

A crescent-shaped fire blade slashed out along the outside of the city wall, cutting down dozens of Blackwing Clan members clinging to it.

The fire blade continued its momentum, slashing into the enemy ranks that followed, blasting open a wall of fire dozens of feet long.

"Archers! Fire!"

Behind Chi Yang, the archer battalion of the Han Yue Army was already in position.

More than a thousand demon-slaying crossbows fired simultaneously, the crossbow bolts tempered with star energy flying like shooting stars, pinning the Blackwing Clan members who were trying to bypass the wall of fire to death in mid-air.

At the East City Head, Venerable Qing Shuang's fighting style was completely different.

She didn't use any grand, sweeping moves; she simply stood at the forefront of the battlements, her longsword piercing the throat of a Blackwing Clan member with pinpoint accuracy each time it thrust out.

Her sword was incredibly fast, so fast that before the sword light had even dissipated, the next strike had already been delivered.

From afar, it seemed as if a silver-white lotus flower composed of sword light was blooming in front of her. Any Blackwing Clan member who entered the range of this lotus flower was instantly pierced through vital organs, and their corpse fell off the city wall like a falling rock.

But there are too many Blackwings.

A batch died, and they were immediately replaced.

They fly at extremely high speeds, covering hundreds of feet with a single flap of their wings.

The corpses at Qing Shuang's feet had piled up into a thick layer, and the defending troops behind her had also suffered casualties.

A crossbowman was hit in the shoulder by a stray arrow, and groaned as he fell to the ground.

His comrade immediately filled in for him, drew his bowstring taut, and released the arrow without the slightest hesitation.

At the southern city gate, Venerable Xingheng formed hand seals, and hundreds of silver array discs appeared in front of him.

Each array plate was spinning rapidly, its edges as sharp as knives.

With a wave of his sleeve, the array plate roared out, cutting through the Blackwing Clan's formation.

Where the array plates swept past, broken wings and severed limbs rained down.

At the northern city gate, Venerable Yunji adopted a different strategy.

Instead of taking direct action, he commanded his 30,000 troops to set up layer upon layer of blood-based battle formations on the city walls.

In the midst of battle, the soldiers' blood and qi were united, and their murderous aura condensed into a blood-red barrier that stretched across the city walls.

The Blackwing Clan members encountered this barrier as if they had hit an invisible wall, and their momentum was halted.

Seizing this moment of hesitation, Yunji darted out like a ghost, flicking his fingers in quick succession, sending dozens of true energy finger strikes precisely piercing the brows of the Blackwing Clan members blocked outside the barrier.

The four Venerable Ones, standing atop the city walls on all four sides, forcefully repelled the first wave of the Yunyi Clan's attack.

But this is only the beginning.

Above the clouds, four Netherworld Demon Generals looked down at the battle below.

The demon general at the front watched as the corpses of the Blackwing Clan piled higher and higher beneath the city wall, the purple demonic markings on his face twisting slightly.

“The Yunyi Clan can’t break through.” Another demon general behind him spoke, his voice sharp and shrill, “Tianyuan City’s defenses have been reinforced by Xuan Jue, and Xuan Jue is also stationed on the city walls. The Yunyi Clan alone is not enough.”

"Then let's add fuel to the fire." The Demon Commander raised his hand, and a purplish-black command flag appeared in his palm.

The command flag swelled in the wind and transformed into a demonic banner that blotted out the sky.

The demon banner swayed, and commands were silently transmitted to all parts of the battlefield.

To the west, the Mingyuan Vanguard Army, which was originally engaged in a fierce battle with the left flank of the Hanyue Army, suddenly changed its formation.

They no longer engaged the Hanyue Army head-on, but instead dispersed to both sides like the receding tide.

Yue Qing, the left-wing commander of the Shaking Mountain Army, missed with his sword strike. His pupils contracted sharply, and after the vanguard dispersed, eight hundred-foot-tall demon generals were revealed behind him.

"boom--"

The eight demon generals stepped forward simultaneously.

The earth cracked open.

The shockwave sent dozens of soldiers at the forefront flying, bleeding from their seven orifices mid-air.

"Form ranks! Form ranks—"

Yue Qing roared and slammed the knife in his hand into the ground.

The blade sank three feet into the ground, and a blood-red array pattern spread outwards from him, connecting the blood and qi of thousands of Hanyue soldiers behind him.

A phantom image of a grey wolf appeared above the army formation, roaring towards the sky. "Boom—"

The eight demon generals attacked simultaneously.

Eight torrents of purplish-black demonic light converged into a pillar of destructive light over a hundred feet thick, which slammed into the phantom of the Azure Wolf.

The phantom trembled violently, and countless cracks appeared on its surface.

Yue Qing plowed two deep furrows in the ground with his feet, and his back slammed hard into the soldiers behind him before he could barely steady himself.

A trickle of blood escaped from the corner of his mouth. He clenched his teeth and swallowed back the metallic taste that rose in his throat.

"Hold on!"

Behind him, 30,000 soldiers of the Hanyue Army roared in unison.

Their vital energy was poured into the battle formation without reservation, and the cracks in the phantom of the gray wolf began to heal at a visible speed.

"kill--"

To the east, Xuanqing and Yunxia's figures appeared in the clouds.

Xuanqing had already unleashed the seventeenth strike with the Frost Cold Ancient Sword in his hand.

With each sword strike, an icy blue sword curtain stretched across the sky, freezing the Blackwing Clan members who tried to bypass the city walls into ice sculptures.

The glow of the clouds seemed to move and weave through the enemy ranks like a living thing, each flash precisely shredding the wings of several Blackwing Clan members.

But just as the two were going all out, a dark purple shadow silently appeared behind them.

The second Demon General of the Underworld.

He made no sound, and even the demonic energy around him was completely contained.

Yunxia only realized it when his five fingers were about to touch her back.

Before she could turn around, a burst of radiant light surged around her, forming three layers of defense behind her.

The first layer is broken.

The second layer is a crack.

The third layer barely blocked the Demon General's fingertips, but the force that penetrated still caused Yunxia to spit out a mouthful of blood and stagger forward.

"Zheng—"

Xuanqing turned and swung his sword.

The Frosty Sword Intent collided head-on with the Demon General's palm strike, creating a visible shockwave in the void.

Wherever the shockwave passed, the clouds within a radius of a thousand feet were swept away, revealing an even deeper starry sky above.

The Demon General took three steps back, his right sleeve torn to shreds, and several of the demonic scales covering his arm shattered, seeping out dark purple demonic blood.

He glanced down at his arm, then looked up at Xuan Qing, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.

"The sword intent from a hundred years ago is still just as sharp a hundred years later." The Demon General licked the demon blood from the corner of his mouth, his voice hoarse. "Unfortunately, you couldn't protect two people."

Before the words were finished, the third Demon General arrived from the north, stepping through the air.

Before he even arrived, a bolt of purplish-black demonic lightning descended from the sky, striking Xuan Qing directly on the head.

Xuan Qing raised his sword to parry, and the demonic lightning exploded on the sword, cleaving him hundreds of feet off the clouds, leaving two long white trails in the void behind his feet.

Yunxia gritted her teeth and steadied herself, forming hand seals. Thousands of rays of light wove together into a large net in front of her, enveloping both demon generals simultaneously.

The net of rosy light tightened continuously, and every ray of light flowing through it contained the power to scorch the soul.

The two demon generals were trapped in the net, their demonic energy hissing and their faces contorting for a moment.

But nothing more.

They exerted their power simultaneously, and demonic energy erupted from their bodies, causing the net of radiant light to shatter inch by inch.

Yunxia's face turned pale, and the tiger's mouth of her hands split open, with blood flowing down her wrists.

She was breathing heavily, and the light around her flickered.

Xuan Qing swept back to her side, his gray robe bearing several charred marks.

He glanced at Yunxia, ​​who raised her hand to wipe the blood from the corner of her mouth and shook her head.

The two stood side by side, facing two demon generals and countless Netherworld Vanguard soldiers behind them. (End of Chapter)