Such a huge contrast made the surrounding Half-Demons feel as if they had fallen into a nightmare. They felt that everything in front of them was an illusion, and their minds could not accept such a reality. In terms of combat strength, the strength of this group of elite Half-Demons was at least equivalent to a human Great Swordsman. Some of them had even reached the level of a Great Swordsman. Such a powerful lineup could even resist an ordinary human army of 100,000 people for a while, and even the casualties would not exceed half. However, more than 2,000 Great Swordsman Half-Demon elites had been killed in an instant. If they hadn't seen such an illusory scene with their own eyes, they would never have believed it.
The power of the combination of the Golden Core Stage cultivation base and the Nascent Soul Stage physical body was not something that a Great Swordsman could resist. Moreover, the Demon God Art, the secret cultivation technique of the Hidden Treasure Pavilion, was much more powerful than the top cultivation technique in the Divine Great Land. Not to mention, the Nightmare Beast that the generals were sitting on was at the level of a holy beast. The power of the middle stage of Spirit Silence combined with the generals 'ultimate technique emitted extremely intense black flames. Its powerful energy was comparable to that of an early-stage Soul Clone cultivator. How could these puny half-demons in front of him know about it, let alone the so-called Demon King in the form of a bird?
However, the truth was the truth. Since it had already happened, they had to accept it. At this moment, a majestic voice rang out," All members of the Half-Demon Race, listen up. Since the Easterners have become so powerful, we, who have enslaved them for thousands of years, will definitely not be let off. Moreover, it was because of us that they became like this. There is no other way for us to choose now. Take up the weapons in your hands. Charge with me and kill all these damn fellows. Today, either they die or we die! Kill!" The Demon King floating in the air saw the lifeless fighting spirit of the Half-Demon Race people below. Some of them even trembled violently, and some of them even trembled so much that they could not hold their weapons steadily. He immediately reacted and gave the order to attack. He took the lead and charged down from the sky, slashing at Lu Bu who was right below him.
At the same time, all the people of the Half-Demon Clan reacted when they heard the words of their powerful Demon King. Indeed, they had killed so many people of the Eastern Clan, and it was because of them that they had caused the destruction of their country and enslaved them for thousands of years. How could such hatred be resolved? It seemed that only blood could repay this huge debt of blood. Now that they had come for revenge, they had come to make the Half-Demon Clan pay with blood. Were they planning to let them off after coming here to collect this shocking blood debt that had accumulated for thousands of years?
After figuring this out, almost all the Half-Demon clansmen mustered up their greatest courage and let out the loudest roars in their lives to boost the fighting spirit of themselves and the people around them. For a moment, the entire scene was full of momentum. A radius of 100 miles was filled with loud and angry roars. Almost all the space within a radius of 10 miles around Long Ao's group was occupied by the remaining 90,000-odd Demon clansmen. They rushed towards Long Ao's group crazily.
Seeing this scene, the eyes of the generals beside Long Ao all emitted an excited and bloodthirsty light. If it was someone who really understood them, they would have definitely noticed their current state.
They had been fighting in the killing fields for decades. The scenes of the past and the battles that made their blood boil rushed into their hearts, stimulating all their bones, muscles, and blood vessels. This was a state that could only be seen when they faced the bloody battlefield with soaring fighting spirit.
How many years had it been since they last felt the feeling of a battlefield? How many years had it been since the divine weapons in their hands had drunk human blood? Today, at this moment, the generals finally felt the call of the battlefield again. Only the battlefield was the place where they grew up, where they made contributions, and where they finally belonged.
The divine weapon in his hand began to hum slightly, and gradually, the hum became louder and louder. In the end, it was like countless soldiers in a bloody battlefield roaring into the sky. The roar was like thunder. The scenes of the past flashed in front of the general's eyes. The personal guards beside him and the powerful army behind him seemed to have returned to their side. The Half-Demon Race man who was constantly waving the weapon in his hand suddenly felt a pressure. An oppressive aura and a sense of danger descended. The auras of the beasts on the battlefield became stronger and stronger, as if they were trying their best to suppress the anger they were unleashing.
Time seemed to freeze at this moment. Laughter, yes, laughter, laughter that soared into the sky resounded throughout the entire battlefield. They were back. The feeling of fighting and killing had returned. The generals laughed at each other in tacit understanding, as if they were congratulating each other on their final return. Yes, these peerless generals who had been through many battles had returned. They had returned to the battlefield that they had not seen for a long time. For a moment, the entire space seemed to echo with their laughter. Their laughter finally turned into roars, loud roars. A loud roar shot into the sky from the mouths of the generals. When it reached the ears of the Half-Demon Race people opposite, it turned into a shocking thunder. The thousands of Half-Demon Race people who were the first to bear the brunt suddenly fell to the ground, bleeding from their seven orifices.
The Half-Demon clansmen behind them were almost driven mad by the continuous blows. This scene completely violated their common sense. If they didn't vent it out, they would probably be driven crazy too. Therefore, they were furious and crazy. They opened their mouths and roared loudly as they charged at the generals.
The entire scene went crazy. The Half-Demon race was forced into a frenzy by the opponent's soaring aura. It was as if only they could vent the deep fear in their hearts and the lingering shadow of death. At this time, all the generals were stimulated by this long-lost battle and killing scene. Their eyes emitted a bloodthirsty light. They slowly raised the divine weapons in their hands and clamped their mounts. Laughing loudly, he charged towards the group of enemies who had been forced into a state of madness by them.
At this moment, the Demon King's body was emitting an intense black light, and the long saber in his hand was also emitting a black light that was similar to that of the Grim Reaper. It was obvious that he had gathered all the energy in his body and stabbed down at Lu Bu's head. A powerful pressure suddenly emitted from the sky. If an ordinary person stood below him, they would have been crushed into a pile of meat paste by now.
Unfortunately, he seemed to have found the wrong person. Beneath the Demon King, Lu Bu's cold and handsome face suddenly revealed a smile. It was a mocking smile that looked down on the weak and weak enemies. A domineering aura suddenly erupted from his body. The Holy Beast Nightmare also emitted an intense aura. Black flames soared into the sky and enveloped Lu Bu's majestic body. At this moment, the Heavenly Halberd appeared in his hand. He casually waved his halberd in the air, and layers of halberd shadows danced in the air. A small ripple seemed to be produced in the void. The halberd, along with the intense black flames emitted by the Holy Beast Nightmare and the powerful purple energy erupted from Lu Bu's body, followed a mysterious trajectory and drew a small arc in the air. The tip of the halberd instantly collided with the tip of the Demon King's blade. It was the first move of the Disillusionment Halberd Art, Void Destruction.
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