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The night was as dark as ink, the stars hidden in the vast sky, as if even the horizon feared the impending storm.
An interesting fellow. Chen Moxuan quietly observed the man among the enemy ranks known as Hei Sha Mo Jiang.
On his face, several purple lines shimmered in the darkness, adding an otherworldly quality to his already cold visage. His hair was as black as ink, cascading down to his waist, with strands faintly surrounded by a black mist that whispered like You Ming with every movement.
Most striking was the black armor he wore. Intricate magical patterns were etched into the armor, seeming to writhe in the night, emanating a faint black light, like a summons from the abyss.
That armor looked so familiar, Chen Moxuan muttered to himself.
Meanwhile, Xiong Bi Wei, Tiger Wing Guard, Longxiang Riders, and even the soldiers of Di Sha Camp couldn't help but cast their gazes toward Chen Moxuan. Among the enemy ranks, two Dao Embryo Realm warriors—Hei Sha Mo Jiang and General Batu—stood like insurmountable mountains. Without sufficient strength to restrain these two generals, the outcome of the battle seemed predetermined.
But they had Chen Family Ancestor.
Chen Moxuan's presence was like an unstoppable current. He stood there quietly, his eyes revealing a sense of transcendence over the battlefield, as if everything was under his control.
"Di Sha Jiang Jun, let him come out to see me! Last time I couldn't kill him; this time I will make it quick!" The voice of Hei Sha Mo Jiang rolled in like thunder.
Everyone searched for Chen Moxuan's figure.
In the next moment, countless streams of spiritual energy gathered in the sky. The crowd looked up to see golden light flashing; the dark sky seemed to brighten!
The battle was about to erupt at that moment. Chen Moxuan held his long sword, a faint glow flowing along its blade. That was his Wuji Sword Intent.
The sword light was like a silken thread, cutting through the night sky with destructive power, heading straight for Hei Sha Mo Jiang.
Hei Sha Mo Jiang sneered; facing this fierce strike, he did not retreat but charged forward instead.
Chen Moxuan was astonished to find that shadows around him had coalesced into various forms, surging toward his sword light like a tide, attempting to swallow it whole. Yet Chen Moxuan's sword intent was incredibly powerful; wherever the sword light passed, shadows crumbled one after another.
Ultimately, that strike surged toward the demon general with an unstoppable momentum. Just when Chen Moxuan thought he could slay him in one blow, Hei Sha Mo Jiang looked at him with a cold smile, and his armor radiated a strong black light.
An incredibly evil force mixed with the dirt and stones on the ground, seemingly forming a mass of tentacles. One by one, these tentacles surged forward like soldiers charging into battle, continuously filling in the gaps left by Chen Moxuan's shattered sword intent and slowing down Heavenly Sword's descent!
At the same time, General Batu swung his massive battle axe; each strike carried the power to split mountains and rocks as it came crashing toward Chen Moxuan.
Chen Moxuan moved gracefully; his sword light flowed like a dragon as he skillfully responded to Batu's axe strikes, sparks flying with each clash.
Though Batu was brave, he gradually felt overwhelmed in the face of Chen Moxuan's nearly perfect swordsmanship. Hei Sha Mo Jiang, witnessing this, flashed a ruthless glint in his eyes. With a wave of his hand, a storm of power erupted from within him, surging toward Chen Moxuan.
The black storm quickly engulfed Chen Moxuan. Immediately after, an eerie flute melody echoed through the air. Chen Moxuan sensed the strangeness of this technique—it seemed to strike at the soul. However, you have chosen the wrong target!
As the thought crossed his mind, Batu appeared to have conspired with Hei Sha Mo Jiang. He swung his massive axe in a wide arc, the terrifying spiritual energy seeming to crush everything in its path. Chen Moxuan did not dodge or evade.
Batu's heart swelled with joy; he believed that Chen Moxuan was under the control of Hei Sha Mo Jiang's strange flute music. With a thunderous roar, Batu swung his axe fiercely. The blade shimmered with a cold light, faintly entwined with lightning, as if it could cleave through anything and sever the very fabric of reality.
Ancient symbols were carved into the axe handle, emanating an aura of authority that instilled fear in those who beheld it. The axe blade sliced through the air, trailing brilliant sparks like a lightning bolt tearing across the sky, striking down toward Chen Moxuan.
In that moment, mountains crumbled and the earth shook; even Hei Sha Mo Jiang's black storm could not obscure this astonishing blow. Meanwhile, the four Captains of Di Sha Zhan Bu watched as the storm trapped Chen Moxuan and saw flashes of cold light. Worry crept into their hearts.
Chen Moxuan had used Heavenly Sword just moments ago and had been blocked by Hei Sha Mo Jiang; since then, he had fallen silent. In such a confrontation, most would think that Chen Moxuan was in grave danger now. It was over—completely over! We must retreat; no matter how much we can escape with, we must at least leave a spark for Di Sha Zhan Bu and prepare for the reinforcements to come!
Di Sha Camp, prepare to withdraw!
At that moment, Chen Feng suddenly stood up: I believe in Ancestor! Just as Chen Feng uttered these words, Batu unleashed his most powerful strike. The atmosphere shifted dramatically.
Chen Feng could only pray silently in his heart. Meanwhile, others were paralyzed by fear and just wanted to flee quickly. Amidst this chaos and panic among the troops—clang!
The sound of steel clashing echoed across the battlefield. The soldiers from both sides, engaged in fierce combat, paused momentarily, weapons in hand. The storm of battle suddenly dissipated.
In the next instant, Batu's massive axe came crashing down upon Chen Moxuan's shoulder. Yet, that flesh-and-blood body stood firm as if reinforced with steel, absorbing the tremendous blow without flinching.
How is this possible? Hei Sha Mo Jiang was taken aback. He and Batu had already devised a strategy for their cooperation! If the previous general hadn't fled quickly, he would have surely been slain by the two of them in the fray.
They had expected to unleash their combined attack on this unknown powerhouse who had appeared out of nowhere. But to their shock, that terrifying strike had failed to inflict any harm!
Hei Sha Mo Jiang swallowed hard. Is this still a human?
Chen Moxuan slowly lifted his head after taking Batu's strike. This little bit of strength isn't even enough to tickle me!
In the next moment, the blade in his hand glimmered coldly!
With a swift motion, Batu's head soared into the air.
A master at the ninth rank of Dao stage fell instantly on the battlefield!
The soldiers of the Azure Wolf Kingdom gasped in unison at this sight, their morale wavering immediately. Although the battle had just begun, desertion was already appearing among their ranks.
Hei Sha Mo Jiang was alarmed; he immediately tried to turn and flee. The sword light flashed like lightning, and as Hei Sha Mo Jiang attempted to escape, he dared not linger for even a moment.
The Wuji Sword Intent glimmered coldly and swiftly cleaved Hei Sha Mo Jiang's body in two.
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