Chapter 655: The Core of Pure Land

Blood mist surged, and the sounds of battle shook the heavens.

Lin Feng took the lead, followed closely by more than 320 third-tier warriors with dual-attribute awakenings.

Further on, more than 50,000 Qingyang Acquired Martial Artists surged towards the core of the Pure Land like a blue torrent.

The demonic army suffered repeated defeats.

The Bloodthorn Puppet Warriors along the way were no match for this group of ferocious Qingyang warriors.

A net of righteous blue energy, shining brightly amidst the blood mist, tore countless puppets to pieces.

The triple force of Qingyang's Earth-Splitting Leg swept across the ground, and with one kick, three or four puppets were simultaneously sent flying, crashing into the blood mist and never moving again.

The disciples of the Azure Blood Demon Sect who had acquired their cultivation were the first to give out.

Just as a demonic sect disciple wielding a bone-crushing whip kick sent a Qingyang warrior flying, he turned around and saw two Qingyang grandmasters rushing out of the blood mist, their golden palm strikes pressing down like an overwhelming force.

He didn't even have time to react before he was slammed into the mud with a palm strike, his breastplate caved in, and a mouthful of black blood gushed from his mouth.

His companion tried to escape, but was struck in the chest by another Qingyang master's Breaking Void Finger, the force of which pierced through his heart and lungs, killing him instantly.

The remaining disciples of the Demonic Sect were utterly terrified and turned to run away, cursing as they went.

"Where is our senior brother? Where have all our grandmasters gone? The other side is seeing grandmasters one after another, but we haven't even seen a shadow of one!"

"Don't fucking ask me! This is the first time I've ever seen so many grandmasters!"

"Retreat! If we don't retreat now, we're all dead!"

Before the curses had even finished, the blood mist suddenly tore apart from the side, and a Grandmaster of the Azure Blood Demon Sect suddenly appeared from the side.

He raised his hand and unleashed a Seven Fiends Blood Handprint, knocking down two Qingyang warriors, and then proceeded to hunt down the rest.

But he had only taken two steps when a towering figure suddenly appeared and blocked his way.

It's an iron block.

The master's eyes sharpened, and he pointed with his backhand, unleashing a burst of blood energy that pierced the air.

Ironclad neither flinched nor dodged, but raised its shield to meet the attack head-on. The mountain shield blocked the Blood Fist head-on, and the force of the finger struck the shield surface, sending up a string of sparks.

"Come on! Hit Grandpa here!"

Immediately afterwards, a loud shout exploded, a mocking roar.

The roar, imbued with the power of the skill, forced the Grandmaster, who was already preparing to bypass him and chase after the Qingyang warrior, to snap back to reality. His attack involuntarily shifted towards the iron block.

Ironclad seized the opportunity to advance instead of retreat, pushing his shield horizontally and knocking the grandmaster back three steps, carving two deep furrows under his feet.

He was about to follow up with a shield bash...

"Get out of the way, Iron Block Bro!"

Feng Qingyan's voice came from behind.

Iron Drum instinctively shrank his neck, and the sparks from the staff he swung down landed at the grandmaster's feet.

The Fireball spell unleashed a burst of fire, the heat splattering across Tie Dun's face and sending him flying backward.

The master was struck squarely in the chest and flew out like a kite with a broken string, crashing into a bloodthorn tree that snapped in two.

He scrambled to his feet and tried to run, only to be met with another wall of fire.

Feng Qingshuang's magic blocked their retreat, and crimson flames spread along the ground, crackling and burning the thorns on both sides.

Immediately afterwards, Wang Wu and the arrow eye's three-shot combo struck simultaneously.

Six arrows pierced his body from different directions. The master looked down at the arrow shaft in his chest and coughed up a mouthful of black blood.

"What the hell is this firepower...?"

Before he collapsed, he managed to utter one last sentence, but his voice was swallowed by the flames.

Tiedun got up from the ground, his face covered in soot and half of his beard was stubble.

He turned around and yelled at Feng Qingyan, "Where are you going to blow that up?! I almost went up to heaven with your fireball!"

Feng Qingyan twirled her staff, speaking with righteous indignation: "Don't you have a shield?"

"My shield is for blocking what's in front! If you're attacking me from behind, what am I supposed to block?!"

The two bickered, but their hands didn't stop moving.

Ironclad raised his shield and smashed away a Bloodthorn Golem that pounced on him. Feng Qingyan's staff lit up with fire again and blasted towards the next group of enemies.

...

More disciples of the Demonic Sect began to flee.

Some people ran while shouting "Stop fighting! Stop fighting!" while others simply threw away their weapons, covered their heads, and squatted on the ground.

"I shouldn't have come to this godforsaken place! What kind of pure land is this? I'm almost dead!"

"Don't push! You fucking stepped on my foot!"

One of the disciples, who had acquired the skill after birth, tripped over the blood thorn vines on the ground while running. When he got up, he found himself surrounded by Qingyang martial artists in white-based, red-patterned outfits. He was so frightened that he knelt down on the spot.

"Sir, spare me! I was wrong! I surrender! Please don't kill me!"

The Qingyang warrior next to him glanced at him, kicked him to the side of the road, and continued charging forward.

The disciples and masters of the Demonic Sect cried out in despair, abandoning their armor and fleeing in a chaotic panic.

But the Bloodthorn Golem Warriors and Bloodthorn Trees will not surrender.

They continuously poured out of the blood mist, filling the gaps left by the demonic sect disciples.

The Bloodthorn Tree spewed out swathes of thorns, and the puppet warriors' vine whips swept across the ground, forcefully suppressing the Qingyang warriors' charge.

Just then, a low thud of hooves came from behind.

Like muffled thunder rolling in from afar, getting closer and closer, more and more intense.

The Qingyang warriors, who were engaged in fierce combat, subconsciously turned around and glanced back, then all of them froze.

More than 10,000 Templar Knights emerged from the blood mist.

Armored in silver and riding a white horse, with a cross emblem emblazoned on his chest, he held his lance horizontally, the tip of which formed a silver sea of ​​light amidst the blood mist.

They formed a dense charging formation, with the first rank carrying lances lowered, the second rank slightly higher, and the third rank pointing diagonally to the sky.

Horse hooves pounded the blood-soaked mud, splashing up dark red mud.

As the holy light was activated, pale golden holy flames ignited at the tips of tens of thousands of lances.

"Holy Light Charge!"

The leading knight commander roared, and tens of thousands of knights spurred their warhorses forward at the same time.

The silver torrent of steel suddenly accelerated, like an unstoppable tsunami, sweeping past the rear of the Qingyang warriors' formation.

A Bloodthorn Puppet that was entangled in a battle with a Qingyang warrior was pierced by the first row of cavalry lances. The huge impact sent the two-meter-tall body flying, shattering into pieces in mid-air.

The warhorse launched its kick, its hind hooves rearing up and sending a Bloodthorn golem that was trying to sneak up from the side flying.

Before the puppet could even get up, it was trampled into pieces by the knights following behind, the sound of bones breaking drowned out by the sound of horses' hooves.

The Templars' charge was like a giant silver blade, cleaving through the remaining defenses of the Demonic Sect.

Bloodthorn golems, bloodthorn trees, and demonic disciples who couldn't escape along the way were all swept up in this torrent of steel.

Those Bloodthorn golems and Demonic Sect disciples who escaped the Templar Knights' clutches and weren't crushed were blocked by the Qin garrison soldiers who had followed behind them as soon as they got up and tried to run away.

"Finish them off! Don't let a single one escape!" a garrison centurion shouted, brandishing his bronze sword.

"There's a live one here!" A young soldier rushed forward and pierced a Bloodthorn Golem that had just gotten up with his sword.

The puppet's eye sockets flashed with flames, then it fell down and remained motionless.

"I have one too! And it's still moving!"

"Finish him off!"

The passage was completely cleared by the Templars' charge.

The Qingyang warriors followed behind, and encountered no further significant resistance along the way.

The outline of the core of the Pure Land slowly emerged from the blood mist.

It was a huge, dark red sphere of light, with countless tiny blood vessels writhing inside.

The surrounding bloodthorn trees were exceptionally dense, with trunks so thick that it took two people to encircle them, and vines hanging down from the canopy like curtains.

Around the core, ten Five-Soul Blood Puppets roared and pounced.

"kill!"

Hundreds of Qingyang Grandmasters attacked simultaneously, unleashing a variety of unique skills such as Qingyang Breaking Fist, Qingyang Earth-Splitting Leg, and Qingyang Chasing Light Step, surrounding the ten Five Soul Blood Puppets.

Under the siege of over a hundred Qingyang Grandmasters, the ten Five-Soul Blood Puppets couldn't even last ten seconds before shattering into vines and bone spikes scattered across the ground, their crimson flames extinguishing one after another.