Although there are thousands of people, I will go.

Black smoke from arrows stained with kerosene formed a canopy in the sky, and the sound of cutting through the air currents became a continuous sound. Dust was flying. Countless soldiers followed the general's flag and rushed forward. The soldiers in the rear saw the front shouting and screaming, and their swords fluttered and blood splattered.

Shooting, the two sides started fighting...

The spear was broken, the shield was shattered, and the weapon was picked up casually and continued to destroy the opponent's body.

On the front line where the two armies meet, figures continue to fall down, and those behind step on the corpses and continue to move forward...

The ears can clearly hear the sound of weapons hitting shields, and the numbing sound of skin being scratched on the back. As long as the fallen person still has breath, he will hug the zombies and devils tightly until he is hacked to death and trampled to death.

There is only madness in the cruel battlefield. Without madness, there is no survival.

The snake demon army tried its best to maintain an orderly line without protruding or breaking through the defense line. The indifferent snake demon soldiers wielded their weapons and stabbed, and some demon soldiers were constantly stabbed by the sharp blade and fell to the ground...

A newly promoted iron-blooded general cut off the zombie's head with a knife, and suddenly heard a dull howl!

"Beware of the butcher..."

The shouts of the soldiers stopped suddenly, and the young general whose helmet was cracked turned his head.

When I saw that monster, I was speechless and worried. The butcher did not refer to the executioner but to a tall and strong zombie. When attacking the city, this thing smashed the city gate with a loud bang and threw huge rocks from a distance like a catapult. There were not many of them.

He was able to kill many soldiers and was named "Butcher" by the soldiers out of boredom.

The monster nearby roared and rushed over, and the young general kicked the monster's head into pieces.

He grabbed the spear and weighed it into a standard snatching posture for a javelin. People who have been fighting all year round know which posture and method can maximize their strength. This is not professionalism, but instinct.

"Throw the spear!"

The battlefield was extremely chaotic, with loud banging and banging noises everywhere, and only a few nearby soldiers heard the general's order.

Grab the spear with one hand, run two steps, and throw it out!

The sharp spear trembled and passed over the heads of countless people and monsters, piercing the butcher who wielded a huge mace to kill the human soldiers! The battlefield was so chaotic that it was impossible to pay attention to the sneak attack!

With a bang, the spear pierced the butcher's thigh and got stuck!

"Ouch...!"

Poof, the giant butcher kneeled down with his leg injured. The big mace smashed several monsters to death. Although his legs were broken, he was still able to kneel on the ground and wave the mace wildly and wildly. Several more soldiers were knocked away.

Bows and arrows are not very effective unless they are snake demon archers. At this time, the general cannot see the demon soldiers at all.

"cast!"

Seven or eight soldiers picked up bloody spears from the ground and threw them!

Several of them pierced the butcher's body, but they were not fatal. Just as the huge butcher was crawling towards us with a spear, a soldier threw another one, piercing the butcher's eye socket and killing him with one blow!

Just as the general was about to shout hello, the soldier who threw the spear was stabbed by the rusty iron knife of the monster next to him...

The sound of killings on the ground shook the sky, thick smoke billowed into the sky, and the huge sword array in the sky was moving with murderous intent!

Chunyang and the Western Sect had previously issued a summons order to all the monks at the Golden Core stage and above. Most of the monks in the practice world arrived at the Great Wall. There were many at the Nascent Soul stage at the Golden Core stage, not many at the Transformation stage, and basically no Mahayana stage.

Less than a few.

The mid-level monks are stronger than the zombie demons, but the high-end combat power is still dangerous.

Qi Yun personally controls the sword formation as the main force, like a bright sun shining in the sky!

Chunyang Yurong leads the overall human race to deal with evil spirits. He needs to have a meticulous grasp of the overall situation and not make any mistakes. The high-level battlefield is full of real people and other Mahayana monks. The Transformation Stage plays a huge role as the main force of the sword array, and the Nascent Soul Stage is not allowed to get close.

Otherwise, we won’t even be able to withstand the aftermath.

The number of top-level combat forces is too small, and the demons are powerful and are under great pressure.

The only thing Yu Rong didn't expect was that the ground army's attack would gain the upper hand, and an army of 500,000 people would push towards the basin.

"It would be better if the altar could be destroyed..."

How difficult it is to destroy an altar.

Qiao Jin shouted hoarsely and tried his best to keep the demon army's formation stable, not to advance too fast to avoid being surrounded, and to keep in close contact with Jiuli's elite and the Chinese army.

After fighting for a long time, the arrow projection speed was not as fierce as before, and there were still many rockets in stock.

Looking at the dense sea of ​​black and gray monsters, I don't know when it will end. In the distance, I can still see the ruins of tall boulders in the basin. The most obvious thing is that the light above the ruins is getting brighter and brighter, seeming to penetrate the sky and reach into the sky.

I want to try to see if extended range rockets can hit the altar.

But after looking at the battlefields of mid-level monks in the Golden Core Stage and Nascent Soul Stage in mid-air, I had no choice but to give up.

The sky was too chaotic, and the energy aftermath was too scattered to pass through. Not to mention the rockets, which were just dead objects, those mid-level zombie demons and human monks were also seriously injured and fell from time to time.

Qiao Jin raised his gun and stabbed a powerful zombie to death!

He pointed his gun forward and shouted an order.

"Thunderfire! Throw forward!"

The front-line snake demon soldiers kept throwing black smoking spheres the size of palms in their hands. It was not far away and acted like a grenade. It fell into the monster group and exploded. Then the spearmen stabbed forward side by side, and then the Mo Dao soldiers stepped on the shoulders of the spearmen in order.

Jump up and down, wave the sword for a while, and let the sword and shield soldiers cover the spear soldiers and roll forward again!

In the middle army, Zhe Changgong suddenly discovered that the army was actually pushing the evil spirits back...

"Okay! Hahaha! Attack! Attack! Attack!"

He called for an attack continuously, raised the flag high and continued to guide the whole army forward. The surrounding generals saw it and followed closely.

In the sky, the dark faces of the black skeleton corpses looked at the ground as if they were mocking.

While fighting, many soldiers suddenly discovered that the monsters were running away. Some even turned their backs facing the archers and were nailed to death with an arrow. Both zombies and monsters were running for their lives.

Qiao Jin and several demon commanders were about to start a killing spree when the other party suddenly ran away.

The army paused and looked around blankly. There were corpses and weapons everywhere, but only the backs of the monsters were left, disappearing into the thick gray smoke and disappearing.

Is the fight over? Or did the evil spirit escape?

The battlefield was extremely quiet except for the wails of the wounded, which was a bit out of place.

A moment of time.

There was a huge object falling and shaking inside the thick smoke and gray fog...

Then, hundreds of thousands of pairs of eyes watched blankly as rows of giant zombie monsters, the Butcher, appeared.

Zhe Changgong, who was holding the knife, took in a breath and sighed, with a wry smile on his face. He finally killed the evil spirits and thought that the world would be peaceful, but he didn't expect that so many butchers would appear again.

"Line up! Line up again! Prepare crossbows! Prepare to throw spears!"

After re-arranging in order, hundreds of thousands of troops charged again, rushing towards the giant monsters with pale skin and gray hair under the gray sky, while those tall monsters raised their maces high...

Many soldiers were thrown into the air by huge maces...

Allied casualties increased, and snake demon soldiers continued to fall...

The battle between the high-ranking monks in the sky has also reached a life-or-death situation. The evil gods Qi Yun and Gan Wu are getting more and more crazy with blood stains all over their bodies. Chunyang Palace disciples continue to fall, and high-ranking Western monks continue to die.

Yu Rong fought so hard with two high-level zombies that her mouth bleeds, Yang Mu's disheveled hair exuded a sharp sword, and Xu Ling almost cried while mobilizing her spiritual power to wield the sword...

The altar cannot be retreated until the altar is destroyed, and the monks cannot escape while the ground army is still charging.

The soldiers suffered heavy casualties. Monks are also human beings. They cannot be superior to others and ignore casualties. There is no way to retreat but to fight to the death!

Suddenly a dazzling light bloomed, like the scorching sun!

Many Chunyang disciples shouted out people's names in grief. Yu Rong and other masters looked sad. Just now, a Chunyang master was injured and blew himself up...

Xu Ling was unexpectedly surrounded by five or six zombies. At this moment, the old monk who once vowed to protect the world in Jinshan Monastery stepped forward with a golden light shining all over his body.

"If I don't go to hell, who will?"

Golden light erupted, and the seriously injured old monk pulled five high-level zombies to death together!

The evil spirits are rampant and ferocious. Xu Ling was rescued from the pile of evil spirits by her master Yu Rong despite being injured. The sword array is too consumed and may collapse at any time, but the evil spirits are pressing forward step by step!

Xu Ling was held in Yu Rong's arms and finally couldn't help crying. Yang Mu was by her side, and the master and apprentice stood together.

In the sky, the black-bone corpses with pitch-black faces looked down upon the human race.

"Chun Yang? From now on, there will be no Shenhua Mountain."

The attack suddenly broke out, and many monks in the Pure Yang Sword Formation vomited blood and collapsed. A larger number of high-level zombies surrounded the powerful humans in the Mahayana stage and the God Transformation stage, trying to catch them all in one fell swoop.

The black-bone corpse is proud.

"The damn dragon skeleton has suppressed me for tens of thousands of years! Before it dissipated, it actually wiped out many strong men of our clan! Otherwise you wouldn't be able to resist it at all!"

"Long is so hateful! Today! I will destroy this world!"

A hoarse voice like a whisper in the ear seems to have penetrated into the mind, causing fear, and both the ground and the sky are crumbling...

Qiao Jin saw many snake demon soldiers around him fall down, and the ground was stained with red blood and silver-white armor. The red and white colors were so bright and dazzling. These snake demons were following behind her before...

Zhe Changgong coughed up blood in grief and anger, and the military formation was in chaos. Those hateful giant gray-white monsters rushed into the military formation and rushed around.

The escaping zombies and monsters followed and pounced on him. An iron-blooded general who he once considered to be the most promising was lifted up by a giant monster and bit off half of his body. Will all his previous efforts be wasted?

Just when I was desperate, the howling of wolves came in vain from the distance...
To be continued...