The Tides of War

On the Grand Xia side, the vast army of Celestial Immortals and Loose Immortals of the Xishui Legion was filled with nothing but despair at this moment.

Although their strength was considerable, without a supreme formation like the ‘Xingtian Formation’ to unite them, they had no right to even cross blows with the terrifying ancient beast, the White-Faced Flood Dragon before them. This White-Faced Flood Dragon was vastly more powerful than the other three.

“Heh heh heh…” The beast, the White-Faced Flood Dragon, laughed coldly. Its massive claws swept through the trenches once more.

“Stop!”

“Foul beast!”

Two furious shouts rang out.

Two other towering, ten-thousand-zhang tall divine spirits appeared in midair. One was a fiery red-bearded elder, his entire body blazing with flames. The other was a somewhat delicate-looking woman. Even though she was an Empyrean God, she was currently casting spells. Rumbling booms could be heard as massive amounts of black water appeared, coiling around the enemy, while at the same time, this black water swiftly moved the remaining Celestial Immortals and Loose Immortals away.

“Hahaha… the Imperial Xiamang clan?” The White-Faced Flood Dragon roared with laughter. Its flood dragon-like tail lashed out, its claws swinging wildly as it slaughtered the Celestial Immortals and Loose Immortals. The Celestial Immortals and Loose Immortals each desperately tried to find a way out, some executing evasion techniques, others hiding inside their Immortal estates—anything to delay, but they were far too fragile compared to this White-Faced Flood Dragon.

Boom!

The fire red-bearded elder wielded a warblade, his flames surging skyward as he hacked directly at the White-Faced Flood Dragon.

The White-Faced Flood Dragon simply swung a claw to block.

Their weapons clashed with earth-shaking force, and the fire red-bearded elder was sent flying backwards, even more so than the Xishui Xingtian God had been earlier. The female Empyrean God immediately moved to replace him.

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Within the Eight Dragons Cloud City.

The scene of that battle was being displayed in a void image.

The Xia Emperor, Eastwood True Immortal, Tiannong True Immortal, and the burly Empyrean God all had grim expressions. The Xia Emperor’s eyes flickered with cold light.

“That White-Faced Flood Dragon is clearly far stronger than the other three,” the Xia Emperor pondered. “Could it be that more Celestial Immortals and Loose Immortals formed this one? Or is its commander an Empyrean God or True Immortal?”

There were many possibilities for a Flood Dragon to be stronger.

The same was true for a Xingtian God. For example, if it were formed from several thousand Celestial Immortals and hundreds of thousands of Loose Immortals, its power would naturally increase dramatically. If commanded by a Pure Yang True Immortal, its power would also surge. If commanded by a freakish talent like Ji Ning, its strength would likewise be exceptionally high.

However…

Because the condensed physical body of the White-Faced Flood Dragon was incomparably powerful and came from an ancient formation, the mind and heart could not penetrate it. It was impossible to probe its inner workings. No one knew how many Celestial Immortals and Loose Immortals were inside, nor who the commander was. Although different faces would appear on the Flood Dragon’s visage, the Xia Emperor knew far too little about the Empyrean Gods and True Immortals of the Seamless Gate!

The Seamless Gate knew everything about the Grand Xia side.

But the Grand Xia knew very little about the Seamless Gate. That was how this situation had come about. If the Xia Emperor’s side had also assigned a Pure Yang True Immortal to command a Xingtian Formation, the enemy would have recognized at a glance from the face on the Xingtian God’s chest which True Immortal was leading it.

This face on the chest could not be concealed, as it was a natural manifestation of the formation.

…

Above Baiji City, the floating black city hovered. Countless chains around the city were still penetrating into the void. On the city walls, Baiji True Immortal and the others were all smiling.

“Hahaha. To know yourself and know your enemy is the key to a hundred victories without defeat. The Xia Emperor knows too little about our Seamless Gate. Few know about the existence of Venomous Clown Empyrean God. When they see the white face of that Flood Dragon, they won’t be able to guess its commander is an Empyrean God.” Bloodcloud Castle Lord transmitted. “Greenfox, your scheme of having Venomous Clown Empyrean God personally command it was brilliant.”

“This sort of trick can only be used once. Next time, they’ll know the power of Venomous Clown and his White-Faced Flood Dragon,” Greenfox Sect Leader transmitted back. “But using it once is enough. Once is enough to inflict heavy losses on them.”

How many Celestial Immortals and Loose Immortals did either side have in total?

Losing either a Xingtian God or a White-Faced Flood Dragon was an astonishingly heavy loss.

Immortal warfare usually dragged on for a very long time… to have gained such a harvest right at the start of the engagement was already a great victory.

The Empyrean Gods, True Immortals, and Sect Leaders of the Seamless Gate on the city walls watched with smiles on their faces.

“Mm.” Baiji True Immortal was also smiling, but then his expression suddenly changed.

Bloodcloud Castle Lord, Greenfox Sect Leader, Ten Thousand Demon Cave Lord, and the others all had their expressions shift as well.

“Not good!”

Venomous Clown Immortal, one of the Celestial Immortals who had been following Baiji True Immortal, stared intently at the distant battlefield.

…

On the battlefield, no one could predict how the situation would develop.

Because sometimes, the change in the situation was so swift that neither side could react in time. For instance, the sudden defeat of the Xishui Xingtian God, its body being torn apart, the collapse of the entire immortal legion, and the countless casualties—that had been a very abrupt event. The Xia Emperor had even dispatched two of his Empyrean Gods to engage the enemy!

In truth, in terms of raw power, the two Empyrean Gods were slightly weaker than the Xingtian God or the White-Faced Flood Dragon. After all, those divine spirits were formed by gathering the power of heaven and earth; they truly possessed boundless strength, enough to be considered at the pinnacle of Empyrean God power.

The bodies of the Xingtian God and the White-Faced Flood Dragon were also extremely tough, but they had a fatal weakness: once broken through, it was over.

An Empyrean God, on the other hand, could recover quickly even if injured, because an Empyrean God had a true divine body… relatively speaking, they were also more agile. Furthermore, when two Empyrean Gods fought together, using treasures and spells from time to time, they were able to hold the line.

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While the beast White-Faced Flood Dragon had been battling the Xishui Xingtian God, on another front, Ji Ning and the other eight Xingtian Gods were charging towards three White-Faced Flood Dragons. Among these eight towering Xingtian Gods, the Xingtian God under Ji Ning was clearly the most powerful. He could control more of this divine spirit’s power and was naturally the fastest. Although he had not been the closest originally, he sprinted barefoot, taking enormous strides, and was the first to reach one of the White-Faced Flood Dragons. That one had not yet had a chance to regroup with the other two.

“Stop him.”

“Hold on.”

The other two White-Faced Flood Dragons shouted out in human speech.

At the same time, towering figures appeared in the air—nine black monsters, each ten thousand zhang tall, though their aura was noticeably weaker than that of the White-Faced Flood Dragons. These nine ten-thousand-zhang divine spirits appeared near the two White-Faced Flood Dragons. They had all been hiding within a lesser world treasure that the Flood Dragon which had fought the Tonghe Legion had been carrying.

“Die.” Although Xingtian God Ji Ning’s peripheral vision noticed the nine figures that had suddenly appeared in the distance, his attack was still as swift as lightning. He stamped furiously on the desolate ground, leaping forward. A sharp longsword coalesced in his right hand as he thrust it directly at the head of that beast, the White-Faced Flood Dragon.

The White-Faced Flood Dragon retreated, simultaneously swinging its claw to block.

Clang!

It managed to block the blow, but it stumbled backward. Xingtian God Ji Ning, his flying leap momentum unabated, touched his foot to the ground and was already in front of his opponent.

Clang! Clang!

With a brief exchange, what the White-Faced Flood Dragon found astonishing was that Ji Ning’s attack was noticeably weaker. This was completely wrong. The first sword strike had possessed immense power! Of the nine Xingtian Gods, they had known before… that the one commanded by Sword Immortal Darknorth was the strongest.

“Up you go!”

The moment his hands made contact with the opponent, Ji Ning’s right knee shot up violently!

There was a difference between a Xingtian God and a true Empyrean God.

A Xingtian God possessed greater strength.

However, as the commander, one could not control all the power of a Xingtian God; they were still a far cry from its limits. Naturally, this meant they could not make the power of the entire body feel like a single, unified entity. The arm strength of this Xingtian God was considerably weaker than its leg strength. Ji Ning had been pondering the ‘combat methods of a Xingtian God’ and had gradually come to realize that he should employ tactics more suited to it.

Although using leg techniques was dangerous, as an unstable footing could easily leave an opening for the enemy to exploit, which would be the end.

However, given that his own strength had been proven superior to his opponent’s in that earlier sword strike, he could afford to take a risk. Taking a risk came with great rewards; the powerful leg strength could completely crush the enemy.

Boom!

Xingtian God Ji Ning’s right knee, carried by the momentum of his flying leap, viciously rammed into the face of the White-Faced Flood Dragon!

Crack!

There was even the faint sound of bone breaking. The white human face of the White-Faced Flood Dragon twisted backwards unnaturally, and its entire body stumbled backwards and fell.

Xingtian God Ji Ning simultaneously formed a longsword in each of his hands. These longswords were more like ‘spikes’ in shape, with no edges, only sharp tips.

Gripping the two sharp longswords, he followed the momentum of the previous knee strike, thrusting the longswords in both hands directly at the head of the stumbling, falling White-Faced Flood Dragon. The White-Faced Flood Dragon, knowing the situation was dire as it fell, frantically swung its claw in an attempt to block, but it only managed to stop one of the longswords.

The other longsword, however—

Shrill!

The sharp tip, carrying the boundless power of the Xingtian God, forcibly pierced into the neck of the already-twisted White-Faced Flood Dragon.

The instant it pierced, the sharp sword twisted violently inside the Flood Dragon’s body!!!

“Ah!”

“No!”

A vast wave of baleful energy frantically surged towards Ji Ning. It was the baleful energy born from the deaths of the countless Celestial Immortals and Loose Immortals within. As the commander of the entire formation, this baleful energy, capable of penetrating all defenses, surged directly towards Ji Ning, only to be absorbed and refined by the three Northsea swords within the golden core space in his body.

The entire White-Faced Flood Dragon collapsed and dissipated, revealing the massive host of Celestial Immortals and Loose Immortals within. These Celestial Immortals and Loose Immortals all fled in panic, doing everything they could, either hiding in their Immortal estates or using evasion techniques.

Xingtian God Ji Ning’s hands clapped down. His enormous palms were like dark clouds that descended upon the countless fleeing immortals, who were like ants.

Boom! Boom!

The cloud-like palms slammed down, and massive numbers of immortals died.

Balerful energy, even more ferocious than before, surged towards Ji Ning once more, all of it drawn into the golden core within his body. The three Northsea swords were greedily devouring the vast amount of baleful energy.

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