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Chapter 2105: Cavalry like a tide, charging forward!_2
Chapter 2105: Cavalry like a tide, charging forward!_2
Chapter 2105: Cavalry like a tide, charging forward!_2
Experiencing things beyond one’s understanding too soon is not a good thing.
Han Muye sprinted through the void, undetectable by any divine beasts.
Even thousands of miles outside Bu Zhou Peak, not a single divine beast stood in his way.
Suspended silently miles away, he observed the battle unfolding near Bu Zhou Peak.
Zhu Rong rode the Black Tiger Demon, waving his war spear, surrounded by ten fire dragons that entwined around him.
Three divine beasts stood in front of him trying to halt his advance but couldn’t stop his march, and he charged up Bu Zhou Peak.
Wind Soul, a divine beast, wielded the Origin Force of the wind and water elements.
Horn End, a divine beast, could summon the power of the great earth.
Red Flame, a divine beast born from the Fire Vein Origin, fed on flames.
All three were high-tier divine beasts with formidable powers, especially when wind and fire combined; the wind-fire wheels that struck the dragons around Zhu Rong caused them to incessantly roar and rage.
The three divine beasts were strong, but Zhu Rong’s power was even stronger.
With a thrust of his long spear, even the Horn End, which held the power of the great earth, couldn’t block it and was sent flying.
One fiery dragon coiled backward, and the Red Flame that intended to devour Zhu Rong’s flames was completely engulfed.
If Wind Soul had not fled quickly, it would have been captured as well.
As Zhu Rong advanced, the divine beasts descending from Bu Zhou Peak grew more powerful.
The Fiery Sky Qilin, covered in raging flames, clashed with Zhu Rong, relying on the power of the Origin Fire Vein.
The Frost Flower Ice Frost Cloud Phoenix, with its body covered in frosty blue frost flowers, could encase thousands of miles in ice with just a flap of its wings.
The Desolate Wilderness was a land of ancestral lineage.
For common demon beasts and divine beasts, harnessing the power of heaven and earth was an extremely difficult task.
Many powerful demon beasts couldn’t even spit out a single fireball.
But atop Bu Zhou Peak, these divine beasts casually managed the elements of wind, thunder, water, and fire.
This was the might of Origin.
With enough Source Energy, even the primordial world could not suppress these divine beasts.
Han Muye stood in place, watching Zhu Rong wrestle with those divine beasts, his eyes revealing profound depths.
The strength of the human race lies in borrowing the power of heaven and earth, in abiding by the rules of heaven and earth.
Whether battle formations or black armor, all operate under the rules of the power of heaven and earth.
But these divine beasts, especially the high-tier ones, even up to the Overlord Level, are simply not constrained by heaven and earth.
So, is it the divine beasts forsaking the Desolate Wilderness, or is it the Desolate Wilderness forsaking the divine beasts?
Does running to meet each other in one direction equate to mutual estrangement in the opposite?
Could this be why the Human Tribe of the Vast Wilderness rose up, and the power of heaven and earth did not stop them?
Han Muye lifted his head to gaze above at the sky.
He could feel as if there was a subtle power taking interest in Bu Zhou Peak at this moment.
An illusory power, an illusory focus.
Formless.
“Boom—”
Zhu Rong took a step back for the first time.
What blocked his path was a giant black bear.
With a hundred-zhang stature and an overbearing power of qi and blood, a single punch sent Zhu Rong flying tens of thousands of zhang back.
However, this show of strength only provoked Zhu Rong’s battle intent.
A bloody aura rose up, and his war spear in hand turned into Flowing Light. Surrounding his body, a golden phantom emerged.
Clad in golden armor, with a stature of a hundred zhang.
This was a power unseen in the Desolate Wilderness.
With every strike from the golden-armored general, the angles, force, and execution left the bear unable to defend.
It wasn’t just a clash of primal strength, nor was it purely the mechanics of the power of heaven and earth.
Movements, techniques, the timing and urgency, guidance, suppression, sudden stabs, probes…
If all these were innate like a divine beast’s instincts or even their supernatural powers, that would be one thing.
But that was not the case.
Clearly, after Zhu Rong completed a series of spear techniques, he would begin the same sequence anew.
There was a pattern, repetition, a true method to enhance combat strength!
Atop Bu Taishan and Bu Zhou Peak, and even within the void, countless divine beasts watched solemnly.
The learning ability of the human race was too strong.
Zhu Rong’s spear techniques, intricate and varied, caused the Black Tiger Demon to sustain wounds in several places unwittingly.
“Roar—”
After being wounded repeatedly, the Black Tiger Demon lost its patience.
But the more it did so, the more wounds appeared on its body.
This scene silenced all the divine beasts.
This Great Earth Sky Bear was a well-known divine beast atop Bu Zhou Peak, backed by a whole tribe of divine beast clans, the Great Earth Sky Bear Clan.
The divine beast power of a high-tier divine beast, its formidable bloodline power, couldn’t block Zhu Rong.
Had the human race really become so strong?
“Buzz—”
In the void, a green rope suddenly appeared, pressing down straight towards Zhu Rong’s head.
Atop Bu Zhou Peak, a colossal tree canopy of a hundred thousand zhang appeared.
The moment this tree crown materialized, it seemed as though it suppressed the entirety of Bu Taishan.
This is a power that surpasses high-tier divine beasts!
“Boom—”
This time, Zhu Rong’s body was finally pressed down and smashed upon the rocks and boulders of Bu Zhou Peak.
However, before the dancing Green Vine upon the treetop could make another move, the whole world suddenly fell silent.
A true silence, utter stillness.
A young man clad in a green robe appeared beside Zhu Rong.
Han Muye.
Han Muye appeared, undetected by any divine beast.
More terrifying was the fact that with his arrival, all the divine beasts could not muster even the strength to stir.
If he wanted to strike, wouldn’t all the divine beasts here be slaughtered?
“Primordial Spirit Wood transformed into the body of a divine beast, breaking through to the Overlord Level yet unable to leave Bu Zhou Peak—interesting.”
Han Muye looked at the crown of the tree in front of him, his voice soft, “Next time the grand army of the Blazing Prairie Tribe will come here, and then let Zhu Rong fight with you again.”
After Han Muye finished speaking, he patted Zhu Rong on the shoulder and said faintly, “Let’s go.”
His figure vanished.
His arrival, unnoticed.
His departure, still unnoticed.
Only after Han Muye and Zhu Rong had left did the verdant treetop begin to shake furiously.
But on Bu Zhou Peak, not a single divine beast dared to descend the mountain to chase after them.
The shock Han Muye gave them was simply too great.
Zhu Rong and Han Muye returned to their base, and half a day later, the melodious sound of a horn rang out.
Thirty thousand cavalry assembled, and Han Muye and Zhu Rong led the grand army to march.
Their target was all the tribes within the Wasteland.
“Our Blazing Prairie Tribe—”
“Must triumph—”
The power of qi and blood ascended skyward, and between heaven and earth, a sea of bloodlight emerged.
Shadows of golden-armored generals and mythical beast shadows coalesced.
As the thirty thousand cavalry struck forth, their soaring battle intent stirred the clouds across the entire Wasteland.
At this moment, divine beasts and divine beast tribes all over the Desolate Wilderness felt it.
All the powerful divine beasts turned their gaze towards the direction of the Wasteland.
“Can the human race really arise?”
“Hmph, it’s just their own war of conquest, let’s wait and watch.”
“No one has ever been able to unite the weak human race, and the Blazing Prairie Tribe won’t be able to do it either.”
Streaming divine senses conveyed messages, and all the powerful clans observed and waited.
Atop the Wasteland, the first to meet the Blazing Prairie Tribe’s grand army was the Hejue Tribe, which had one hundred thousand tribespeople.
This tribe, settled by the river, was actually a splinter from a tribe of a million.
When the thirty thousand cavalry arrived, the Hejue Tribe chose to flee.
How could they possibly be the opponent of thirty thousand cavalry?
The thirty thousand cavalry drove them forward, while one hundred thousand members of the human tribe ran ahead.
One, two, three, four…
Until they converged into a tribe of a million, the Hejue Tribe finally stopped on a mudflat, forming a million-strong allied force, waiting for the Blazing Prairie Tribe’s cavalry.
In the Wasteland Human Race, everyone was a warrior.
“The Blazing Prairie Tribe has gone too far.”
“Today, we will have a decisive battle with them.”
“Invoke the Totem Divine Beast—”
Above the Wasteland, resounding voices wove through the earth and sky.
Ritual Masters holding Bone Staffs stood at the forefront of their people, their staffs borrowing Origin Force from divine beasts.
This Origin Force either bolstered combat strength, became one’s own qi and blood, or formed defensive light screens.
Even divine beasts directly descended, galloping and soaring among the tribe.
The clamor of battle intent gathered.
“Roar—”
“Roar—”
“Roar—”
Ahead, uniform sounds resonated.
The sounds were synchronized, the actions of thirty thousand cavalry as one.
This was not something any tribe could accomplish.
No need for war drums.
No need for horns.
When the harmonized thunder of thirty thousand marching cavalry rose, even those within a million-strong force turned pale.
This was the power of the human race!
In the Desolate Wilderness, the human race may seem insignificant as ants, but once they truly unite and join forces, the power they display is fearsome.
“Blazing Prairie—”
“Must triumph—”
The cavalry surged like a tide, stomping forward!