On the twenty-eighth day of January, at the southern foot of Xuanyi, the frontline battlefield where the two armies of Zhongzhou and the Southern Wilderness were fighting. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Temporary earthen forts are lined up like mounds, scattered in the vast forest clearings, and trees are toppled and criss-crossed, forming natural obstacles.

From time to time, fences can be seen, prohibitions emerge, and small circles are connected like cobwebs.

In the sound of explosions like thunder, a large number of ape-man warriors armed with war knives and halberds launched a charge against the position of the Southern Wilderness.

This is the spirit army of Zhongzhou.

This kind of ape-man is a metamorphosis that is accumulated by the masters of the great sect over time, raised, and brought to the front line to put into the battlefield, although there is no specific host of the spirit master to control, but with its wisdom, it can also understand the signal, obey orders, and is a reliable soldier with extremely high quality.

Each of them has the strength of a martial artist who is up and down the fifth turn of the human rank, and with the combination of military formations, it is enough to cause effective damage to the human level masters.

The spirit masters of the Southern Wilderness soon ushered in a huge impact, and from time to time they could see the spiritual objects and soldiers of both sides of the enemy and the enemy falling to the ground, and the latecomers continued to pounce, and the sound of killing shook the sky.

A large number of incarnate spirits have also been invested in the Southern Wilderness, which are three kinds of tree people, ape people, and blue wolves.

But as the pitch-black objects the size of fists were thrown over, like coals, the entire position was shrouded in a roaring explosion, and in the midst of the fire, the heat wave was accompanied by a violent impact of the air current, and from time to time there were spiritual objects and even spirit masters who were lifted away, shocked, or injured by stray bullets.

The Southern Wilderness army began to retreat, and several earthen forts were breached one after another.

"It's a thunderbolt!"

"Fuck, how did they get so many of these things?"

The crowd couldn't help but shout and curse.

Thunderbolt is a consumable artifact that is rarely used, but is not uncommon in large-scale combat.

This is an explosive made up by the people of the Instrument Sect, specially equipped for human-level and even mortals, and in a small piece, it contains a powerful power comparable to the attack of a human-level ten-turn master, and it can even injure people with shrapnel, killing human-level targets within a radius of more than ten zhang.

This kind of object can be called a perfect masterpiece of mortal weapons, because as long as there are a dozen or so thunderbolts attacking together, even the ground-level spirit master and the earth-level spirit object are difficult to resist head-on, hundreds or thousands, and it is enough to kill and injure the famous masters.

Although the earth-level master has an extraordinary physique, more extraordinary agility, perception, and a variety of supernatural spells, this kind of mortal weapon is only useful in terms of physical killing at best, but the appearance of this kind of object undoubtedly shows that after the arrival of the end of the law era, the power of mortals has also begun to enter the stage of war, and has the qualification to deal with extraordinary monks.

In the face of this kind of weapon equipped with a large number of Zhongzhou Army, unless a number of ground level masters can be organized to counterattack together, it is absolutely impossible to resist, and the commander of the front line sees this, so he has to temporarily let his subordinates abandon their positions and retreat to the inner line.

Fortunately, they built a strong enough fixed magic circle here, and when they retreated, ripples like water waves rose in the air, invisibly, swallowing up the impact of the thunderbolt explosion, and the shrapnel flying around was also dodged and resisted one after another, and finally no serious casualties were caused.

However, under the suppression of the opposite side, his own side could only throw wind blades, fire bombs and other spells with limited lethality from time to time across the earthen fort, and even the armor worn by the opponent could not be broken, and the commander couldn't help but show a look of embarrassment.

He couldn't help but cast his eyes on the sky, only to see that in the cloudy sky, several colorful figures were facing each other, huge tigers and wolves, giant dragons with wings, and dragon-like giant snakes......

It was the ground-level masters and ground-level spirit objects of both sides.

They have their own opponents, and they can't help much for the time being.

"Damn, if the frontline positions fall ......"

The Commander couldn't help but shake his head secretly, not imagining the unfavorable situation.

"Take out our fire talismans, and the locust crossbows, and ten more!"

A large amount of ordnance and supplies were carried to the position by the miscellaneous soldiers, and immediately a soldier came over and opened a wooden box to reveal the contents inside.

Those are the products of rune talismans, all kinds of fire talismans can inspire fireballs to explode and hurt people, no less powerful than thunderbolts, and locust crossbows can shoot quickly and hurt people with arrows.

But these talismans and equipment are all money, and once they are fought, they will be like splashing water, and if the position is lost, it may not be recovered.

But now that the situation is tense, the commander can't care so much.

It turns out that in the confrontation on the frontal battlefield, the role of individual bravery has been weakened to an extremely low level, at least in the human realm.

No matter how many people turn four, six, seven, or nine times, in the face of this kind of explosion and arrow pouring at any cost, they will die on their heads.

Some of the elite masters may be able to resist for a short time, but they are still suppressed and cannot hold their heads up, so they can only rely on earthen forts or trenches to advance in a roundabout way.

The two sides were at a stalemate for a while.

Everyone understood that this balance of power was only a superficial phenomenon, and as the battle between the masters of the upper ground level progressed, the results of victory and defeat would soon spread to the lower levels.

The atmosphere became more and more solemn.

But before the soldiers' worries came true, the rear positions, those people and miscellaneous servants who were watching the battle from a distance, there was a thunderous cheer.

"What's wrong?" said the Commander in shock.

"Commander, look, look over there!" said a staff member next to him, pointing to the sky.

"What are you looking at?" the commander squinted his eyes and looked up, but suddenly found that a white cloud, at some point, floated towards the battlefield where the two ground level masters were fighting.

No...... Not Baiyun!

The Commander's pupils suddenly shrank, becoming like pins, and a terrifying chill shot out of it.

His face suddenly showed joy and excitement.

"That's ...... White wolf!"

That's right, it was a white wolf that suddenly appeared.

It is also a white wolf who is already quite famous in the minds of everyone in the Southern Wilderness, and can recognize its identity and origin at a glance.

Fang Qianyuan's natal spiritual object, Xiaobai!

The Commander looked over his head, and sure enough, he saw a black shadow standing on it, although it was not clear from a distance, but unconsciously, several Swift Eagles rose into the air, and the Commander's eyes had already turned into the shape of eagles, and the aura of Lingyuan was emanating from it.

With the blessing of the Eagle Eye Technique, he finally saw that Fang Qianyuan, dressed in black and with long hair like a waterfall, was riding a huge white wolf to tread the wind, and in a moment, he crossed the mountains and came to the place where the two sides were fighting.

At the same time, a red spirit yuan emerged from him and the white wolf, and Pang Sheng's aura enveloped his body, as if he was wearing a layer of gorgeous battle armor.

With this might, one man and one wolf rushed straight into the enemy group, invincible!

In just a moment's effort, the enemy's six earth-level masters and nearly ten earth-level spirit creatures fled in a hurry, not even daring to look back again.