The sandstorm that filled the sky was like a brutal demon god that devoured countless Yan Country troops.
The power of mortals was powerless against natural disasters.
When the ink qilin saw this scene, her beautiful eyes were filled with shock, and her fair hand gently covered her mouth.
Unable to suppress the shock in his heart, he said,
"Is this Master's power?"
The ink qilin had never thought that this kind of natural disaster was something that humans could control, until she met Ying Ziheng.
Only then did she deeply understand what the power of a god was.
Countless elite soldiers of the Yan Country were trapped in the sandstorm, like drowning people who had no strength to struggle.
They could only let the quicksand swallow them bit by bit.
Ghastly white bones continued to fall from the sky, decorating the yellow sand.
On one side, the soldiers of the Yan Country wailed mournfully. Countless tiny grains of sand pierced through their armor and skin.
It was like the pain of thousands of ants biting the heart, and the mournful wails were endless.
On the other side, Great Qin's soldiers raised their halberds and cheered.
The ink qilin suddenly recalled what Ying Ziheng had said before.
Using the enemy's ashes to turn into a desert!
Now, it seemed that this matter was not difficult for Ying Ziheng.
After all, there were really many Yan Country soldiers who had turned into ashes. Dark red blood scattered on the golden sand.
Although the sun hung high in the sky, the sun was shining brightly.
However, the glaring sunlight was already covered by the yellow sand that filled the sky. The blood-red yellow sand dyed the scene of the setting sun.
The blood-red sunlight shone on the dark land.
It was like the beginning of the world, the scene before the world was created.
At this moment, the hidden bat was standing behind the two of them. When it saw this scene, it was so scared that it almost collapsed to the ground.
Originally, he cultivated Southern Border's Bat Blood Technique, turning into a half-human, half-bat monster.
With the bat's sense of danger, the sense of danger that he felt when he saw this scene gave him the strongest warning.
It was fear and trembling that came from the depths of his soul.
Even when he was facing Wei Zhuang, the warning was far less intense than this.
They had only managed to get a glimpse of the tip of the iceberg of Ying Ziheng's strength, so how could the hidden bats still have any thoughts of escaping?
This Third Young Master Qin was not human at all, he was a demon!
There were many cultivators in the world, and he felt that he was quite knowledgeable.
Originally, the hidden bat thought that its own ability was already strange enough. It did not expect Ying Ziheng's ability to be even stranger.
He could still understand controlling the yellow sand in the desert as part of the Yin-Yang Art.
However, this was Yishui, far away from the desert.
Ying Ziheng could even create a sandstorm out of thin air and defeat the Yan Country's 200,000-strong army.
Most importantly, Ying Ziheng hadn't used any magic art from the beginning.
He just sat on the spot, like a supreme god above the sun overlooking all living beings indifferently.
This had already surpassed the realm of the so-called Dao.
If Ying Ziheng wanted to kill him, he would probably only need to look at him.
At this moment, how could the hidden bat still dare to have any disloyalty? Just being able to serve Ying Ziheng was already a virtue accumulated by its ancestors.
"Third Young Master…is he really human?”
Wang Ben and Wang Li were stunned, they were worried when they saw the army of Yan Country coming.
After all, Ying Ziheng had only brought 50,000 soldiers with him. Even though they were Great Qin's elites, the difference between 50,000 and 200,000 soldiers was not something that could be made up for by quality alone.
In addition, Ying Ziheng had deliberately slowed down the pace of his army these few days. It was as if he was not leading an army of 50,000 to attack the Yan Country, but to tour the mountains and rivers.
Military affairs were all about speed. Originally, the father and son did not have much confidence in attacking the Yan Country.
Originally, if it really didn't work out, they would use their lives to fill this place.
He had escorted the Third Young Master here, but he had not expected a natural disaster to descend.
The terrifying sandstorm swept through the army, causing the 200,000-strong army to fall into chaos.
The yellow sand had turned even redder, and the number of ghastly white bones falling from the sky was increasing.
Only then did Wang Ben and Wang Li realize how terrifying natural disasters were!
Mortals were extremely weak in the face of natural disasters.
Even the Crown Prince Pill at the peak of the martial grandmaster realm could not resist this natural rage.
He could only watch as the wind swept up the gravel and sent his soldiers into the sky.
Looking at their painful deaths, the power of mortals was so insignificant in the face of natural disasters.
Even a martial grandmaster was the same.
Wang Ben and Wang Li looked at the deity in the sandstorm, who was wearing an ancient golden armor and had a blurry face.
He looked down at everything indifferently, just like how Ying Ziheng looked at Crown Prince Dan indifferently.
The blood-red light around his body flowed slowly, containing a terrifying pressure that penetrated through time.
It was as if this natural disaster was a punishment for Crown Prince Dan's daring to anger the gods. This was a disaster that the gods had given to mortals.
This was the result of angering the might of the gods. Crown Prince Dan could only watch as his soldiers died one after another in pain.
Everything was devoured by the yellow sand. Even the ghastly white bones falling from the sky would become a part of the entire desert.
They used their bones to turn into gravel to personally pierce through the chests of their former comrades.
Wang Ben and Wang Li looked at each other, and both of them were reminded of the scene when the Third Young Master was born.
The two suns were in the same sky, and the golden crow shone on the world.
A natural phenomenon meant that a god must have awakened!
Could this Third Young Master really be the reincarnation of Donghuang?
Both of them saw the doubt in each other's eyes.
Then why was the Third Young Master so mediocre at the beginning?
With the Third Young Master's personality, he would most likely not bother to hide this matter.
Little did he know that Ying Ziheng had been receiving the vast sea of knowledge for so many years. He was slowly learning, settling down, and integrating everything into his body, not simply fusing with the template.
He was the Desert Emperor, but he wanted to surpass Azir and become the supreme emperor of the Multiverse!
Just as everyone was filled with fear of the sandstorm and reverence for the Third Young Master Qin…
Ying Ziheng was looking at the Central Yan Dynasty alliance army, who was howling in pain in the sandstorm, with a playful look in his eyes.
Most of the Yan army had been scared out of their wits by the sandstorm, and they were running around like headless flies.
Some of the smarter veterans dug a hole in the ground so that they would not be blown up by the sandstorm.
Ying Ziheng also saw these people's actions, and the smile on the corners of his mouth became even crueler.
He looked at the soldiers of Yan Kingdom, who were severely injured by the sandstorm, and ordered Wang Ben and Wang Li,"
"Pass on my order, all troops charge!"
Since the other party had already been heavily injured, Ying Ziheng naturally had to organize his army to launch a general attack.
Firstly, it was because such a sandstorm would consume a large amount of spiritual energy and would be more tiring. In other words, he wanted to slack off.
Secondly, as the reserve warriors of the Myth Empire in the future, the current Black Armored Soldiers of the State of Qin were still too weak. They needed to be trained properly!
The Yandai Alliance Army was a good training partner!
Using fresh blood and slaughter could allow these black-armored soldiers to grow rapidly, turning the recruits into elite veterans!
At least he wouldn't be as weak as before!
All of them were too weak!
Ying Ziheng also sighed a little. It was not easy to train the High Warriors!
If Ying Zheng knew what he was thinking, he would probably vomit blood!
The elites of Great Qin that he was so proud of were just a bunch of noobs in his son's eyes that needed to be trained.
If word of this got out, the countries that had been trampled to the ground by Great Qin's cavalry would cry!
But to Ying Ziheng, this was indeed a very normal thing. That was because his goal was to establish an undying Ascendant Empire, and he wanted to become the supreme emperor that spanned across the Multiverse!
Therefore, what he needed was an endless supply of essence.
"Charge into the sandstorm?"
Wang Ben and Wang Li were stunned by Ying Ziheng's cold words. Bean-sized beads of sweat rolled down their foreheads and dripped onto the ground.
Was this a joke?
That was a sandstorm, a natural disaster!
Although the two of them had high cultivation and might not die in the sandstorm, the soldiers under them were not martial arts experts and did not have strong physiques to resist the impact of the sand.
However, even a martial grandmaster was helpless against such a natural disaster!
If they entered the sandstorm at this moment, it was very likely that they would die on the battlefield like the Yan Country soldiers.
However, the two of them did not go against Ying Ziheng's will. They looked at each other, gritted their teeth, and pulled out their swords from their waists.
"All troops, charge!"
Wuwuwu!
A loud horn sounded. Although everyone present had witnessed the terror of the sandstorm, they still charged without hesitation.
"Great Qin is invincible!"
"Kill!"
For a time, the sounds of the Qin army's slaughter drowned out the shrill wind.
Great Qin's countless soldiers charged into the terrifying sandstorm without hesitation.
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