Chapter 651: Bloodbath (Part 1)

Eastern battlefield.

Lin Feng was wreaking havoc ahead, and wherever his spear light passed, the Five Soul Blood Puppets fell in droves, and the Grandmasters of the Azure Blood Demon Sect were forced to retreat step by step.

However, the 120,000 Qingyang Acquired martial artists following behind him did not have it so easy.

The moment they stepped onto the eastern battlefield, they were plunged into a brutal fighting they had never experienced before.

The blood mist obscured the view, reducing visibility to less than thirty meters.

Thirty meters away, all you could hear was sound.

Shouts of battle, the clash of swords, the roar of magic, screams, and the cracking of bones came from all directions, making it impossible to tell which way was which.

Five hundred thousand Bloodthorn Puppet Warriors surged out of the mist, their two-meter-tall bodies treading on broken bones and bloody mud, like moving walls of flesh, constantly pushing the Qingyang warriors' lines backward.

Ten thousand bloodthorn trees took root deep in the battlefield, their thick branches protruding from the ground, their thorns spraying out like a torrential rain.

There were also 100,000 disciples of the Azure Blood Demon Sect who had reached the Acquired stage, weaving back and forth between the puppets using the Blood Shadow Step.

Like a pack of bloodthirsty hyenas, they tore and gnawed at the gaps in the front lines.

700,000 versus 120,000.

This is only the visible troop strength.

The effects of Bloodthorn Pure Land continued; every time a Qingyang warrior fell, he would soon rise again, his eyes blazing with crimson flames, and turn his spear to kill his former comrade.

The more people die, the more enemies there are.

The combined forces of the three-tiered combat units deployed by both sides numbered over a thousand, but when dispersed across a battlefront stretching for tens of miles, they were as sparse as a handful of sand scattered into a lake, almost invisible.

Ordinary martial artists face a brutal six-to-one numerical superiority, and this ratio continues to worsen over time.

A Qingyang Acquired Martial Artist charged to the front. His name was Zhao Shi, and his red-patterned white outfit had been stained dark red with blood.

He couldn't see clearly ahead, but could see vines shooting out from the arms of the Bloodthorn Puppet Warriors within thirty meters.

Like a whip, it swept across, sending three comrades flying, leaving deep, bone-revealing bloodstains on their chests.

He roared and unleashed the Azure Sun Earth-Splitting Leg!

The first kick, a direct, head-on collision, shattered the puppet's kneecap.

The second kick, with its added force, crushed the puppet's sternum.

The third kick, extremely yang and powerful, directly smashed the puppet's head!

The three legs are linked together, and the puppet falls to the ground.

But before he could catch his breath, a muffled thud suddenly came from behind him.

It looked like something had been forcefully pushed out of the soil.

Zhao Shi suddenly turned around.

Thirty meters away, a "corpse" was swaying as it stood up.

The corpse was still wearing a white outfit with red stripes, but the golden sun emblem embroidered on its chest had been pushed out from underneath by dark red vines, hanging crookedly in front of its chest, looking eerie and twisted.

The flesh inside the eye sockets was pushed apart, and two scarlet flames rose from the depths, replacing the original eyes.

Zhao Shi recognized the face; it was the comrade-in-arms who had just fallen in battle.

Now, he stood up, covered in blood and filled with murderous intent.

"Sorry, brother!"

Zhao Shi gritted his teeth and, without the slightest hesitation, struck out with his palm.

Qingyang Transformation Palm!

With a series of rapid palm strikes, the azure palm force wove into a net of righteous energy in the air, enveloping the blood puppet.

The blood puppet seemed to retain its fighting instincts from its previous life, crossing its arms to block.

But Zhao Shi's palm strike was a step faster; the net of righteous energy pressed down hard on its chest before it could even raise its arm.

"Bang!"

A burst of blue light erupted, and the blood puppet was blasted back three steps. A piece of the vine on its chest shattered, revealing the dry, blackened flesh beneath.

But it didn't stop; instead, it used the momentum of its backward movement to suddenly accelerate.

A dark red afterimage closed in instantly!

Zhao Shi's pupils suddenly contracted; that was the Azure Sun Chasing Light Step!

He only had time to step aside.

A bony claw grazed his ear, tugging at a few strands of hair, and the strong wind made his ear sting.

Zhao Shi swung his elbow back, channeling Qingyang True Qi into his elbow, and slammed it hard into the Blood Puppet's shoulder.

"Snap!"

The shoulder bone has collapsed.

The blood puppet's body tilted, but another hand had already reached out from below in a strange way, with its five fingers together and the bone spikes at the tips pointing straight at his lower abdomen.

Zhao Shi tucked in his abdomen and retreated, tapping his toes on the ground several times as he flashed away.

【Qingyang Chasing Light Step】!

He left afterimages in the blood mist, his figure shifting left and right. Each time the bone spurs grazed the hem of his clothes, they only struck the illusory image he left behind.

One step, two steps, three steps, the aura of Qingyang beneath his feet grew thicker and thicker, and then suddenly exploded at the seventh step.

【Fleeting Glimpses and Chasing Light】!

He appeared out of thin air behind the Blood Puppet, clasped his hands together, and unleashed his true energy without reservation.

Under the clear blue sky!

The palm strike at close range exploded with a deafening roar, tearing open the blood puppet's back and sending vines and bone fragments flying everywhere.

It finally stopped moving, the flames in its eye sockets slowly died out, and it turned back into a cold corpse.

Zhao Shi gasped for breath, feeling a surge of blood rushing to his chest. Those few bursts of energy had further depleted his already meager stamina.

But before he could even feel relieved, another voice came from behind him.

And there's more than one.

...

The battlefield to the east stretched for miles. Every Qingyang post-natal martial artist was like a drop of water in a torrent, small, fragile, and likely to be swallowed up at any moment.

Blood mist obscured vision, and the shouts of battle drowned out hearing.

They could only see their comrades and hear their screams.

A hundred-man squad from Qingyang Guard was just one point on this battlefront stretching for several miles.

Centurion Zhou Lie was currently surrounded in the center of the battlefield with his hundred men.

They formed a small circular formation, back to back, unleashing a barrage of palm strikes.

But there are too many enemies.

Bloodthorn golem warriors surged in from all directions, sweeping with vine whips and thrusting with thorns, wave after wave.

The Bloodthorn Tree sprays thorns from a distance, six thorns shooting out in a fan shape. Each thorn pierces the skin and injects blood marrow, causing the user to lose 10 health points per second for 5 seconds.

The disciples of the Demonic Sect moved among the puppets, their Blood Shadow Steps leaving afterimages.

"Hold on! Hold on, all of you!" Zhou Lie roared, unleashing a series of Qingyang Earth-Splitting Kicks, sending a charging puppet flying. "Back to back! If the formation breaks down, no one will survive!"

But the people around me still fell one after another.

Ah Gui was struck in the chest by a vine whip, leaving a deep bloodstain that exposed bone. Three seconds later, he was torn to pieces by three puppets.

Qian Youde was hit by the thorn spray, with six thorns piercing his body. He lost blood every second and collapsed after five seconds.

Then, ten seconds later, he got up, his eyes burning with crimson flames, and turned to grab Lu Daniu beside him with a claw.

Before Lu Daniu could react, his former comrade-in-arms grabbed him and pierced his throat.

"Damn it!" Zhou Lie's eyes widened in fury as he slapped the blood puppet away with a single blow. "Don't just stand there! Kill!"

But they can't kill them all, they really can't kill them all.

One hundred people, ninety people, seventy people, fifty people...

The circular formation was shrinking, the blood mist was getting thicker, and the shouts of battle were getting closer.

Finally, there are seventeen people left.

Including Zhou Lie.

Seventeen people stood back to back, covered in blood, it was impossible to tell whether it was their own or that of the enemy.

All around were densely packed Bloodthorn Puppet Warriors, Bloodthorn Trees that spewed thorns in the distance, and the acquired disciples of the Demonic Sect moving among them.

But strangely, the enemies suddenly stopped.

The Bloodthorn Puppet stopped pressing forward, and even the acquired disciples of the Demonic Sect who were using the Blood Shadow Step retreated thirty meters away.

They stopped at the edge of the blood mist, as if watching a group of prey locked in a cage.

"I can't hold on any longer..." a young martial artist's voice trembled.

Zhou Lie gritted his teeth and clenched his fists: "Don't panic! As long as the person is still alive, there is still a chance."