His fist could split the sky, his strength could crush mountains. The fist of the Immortal of Colossal Spirit, like a mountain set sideways, directed a punch toward the roaring Red Dragon.

Before the punch's edge, the air pressure contracted, forcibly gathering the wildly dancing Red Dragon, and colliding with the tip of the Fire-tipped Spear right at the punch's forefront.

The strength crushed the True Fire, and the bursting wind screamed like gods and demons, grinding in all directions, causing the refugees on the ground to fall like grass.

Even though Yin Tulong took the initiative to attack, flying over dozens of miles and avoiding countless refugees, casualties were still unavoidable. A common saying, "Among tens of thousands, limitless and boundless," already pointed out the difficulty in taking in the scene with a single glance, let alone in this place with over a million people.

But at this moment, there was no time to worry about that.

Both Yin Tulong and the Immortal of Colossal Spirit recoiled simultaneously, each retreating. Under the interaction of their Qi mechanisms, bodies within both armies shuddered severely, blood flowing from seven orifices, some even shaken to death by a force that transmitted.

With the military formations empowered and the Dao Fruits connected, soldiers and commanders formed a whole. When the commanders clashed, the residual waves of their Qi mechanisms would also reach the military formations.

Within this whole, each soldier seemed like a cell, too fragile compared to the whole's struggle. Even with others sharing the burden, casualties were inevitable.

Yet this was the common state of war in this world.

Both sides clashed vigorously. Military formations had to collide with the enemy's and also withstand the aftershocks of the battle between the powerful, such was the cruelty of war.

The first encounter seemed evenly matched. Though Yin Tulong harbored the Dao Fruit of the Three Altars Sea Meeting Great God, a genuine expert in combat, the Immortal of Colossal Spirit was no easy opponent.

He was called the Immortal of Colossal Spirit, but this was only his title at the fifth-rank. His fourth-rank Dao Fruit was of the same origin as the Immortal of Colossal Spirit, possessing the capability to alter the course of the Yellow River and split Mount Hua. Moreover, being a Daoist Soldier of Zhang Zhixuan, his strength could certainly match that of Yin Tulong, a natural-born killer.

As winds shrieked sharply, Yin Tulong, with three heads and six arms, retreated and then advanced again. Stepping on the Wind and Fire Wheel, he attacked with his spear, burning fiercely like wildfire. Occasionally, two Magic Artifacts, soft and hard, the Qiankun Ring and the Chaos Sky Ribbon, would strike like lightning from both sides.

The Immortal of Colossal Spirit, holding a Dharma Platform in one hand, ferociously grasped with the other, shaped like a Dragon Claw, aiming straight for the Fire-tipped Spear.

His armor emitted a rock-like earthen yellow hue, and a dense aura spread out from within. The Qiankun Ring struck his body, only causing it to rock slightly but failing to break the armor covering him.

"Fourth Grade Daoist Artifact!"

With his legal eye, Yin Tulong immediately recognized that this armor was not only made of extraordinary material but also contained a Dao Fruit. Though unaware of the specifics, judging by its function, it was undoubtedly fourth grade.

"Giant Spirit True Gang."

The Gang Qi, solid like a wall of wind, roared against the spear shadow, and the large hand shaped as a claw, went for the body of the Fire-tipped Spear.

Yin Tulong flickered his spear to produce a spray of sparks, turning the spear into a straight line that pierced through the air and lodged into the palm, unwaveringly channeling True Fire.

"Bang!"

The blaze enveloped, instantly covering the upper body of the Immortal of Colossal Spirit. A surge of Vigorous Flame Qi erupted, scorching the armor of the Immortal of Colossal Spirit red, even starting to show signs of melting.

The Flame Power danced, forming into the shape of a dragon, conspicuously displaying an ultimate count of nine, attempting to envelop both the Immortal of Colossal Spirit and the Dharma Platform.

The Immortal of Colossal Spirit had a Dao Artifact, and so did Yin Tulong. Yuxu Temple was sparsely staffed, yet richly endowed. Practically everyone was armed with a Dao Artifact, including those carrying third-grade Dao Artifacts. Yin Tulong himself possessed the third grade Dao Artifact, Nine Dragon Divine Fire Cover, showcasing its power at this moment.

The Nine Dragons roared, about to instantly morph into the shape of a bell cover, but the Immortal of Colossal Spirit was not fighting alone.

On the Dharma Platform he held, stood five fourth-rank individuals, including Luu Tianpeng.

Seeing the Nine Dragons closing in, Luu Tianpeng once again lifted his bow, condensing a Blood Arrow on the Heavenly Shooting Bow.

However, just then, a figure appeared on Yin Tulong's shoulder, also drawing a bow.

The great bow, displaying a dull yellow hue, was drawn, and strands of auspicious colors entwined around the bronze-colored arrow, coalescing into a piercing sharpness that seemed to split heaven.

With arrow against arrow, though not comparable in size to the Heavenly Shooting Bow, it possessed a vast aura that seemed to fill heaven and earth. Above the head of the archer, an eternally enduring aura appeared, condensing into the mighty image of the great Heaven.

"A Feng family member..." Luu Tianpeng murmured softly.

"Ji Jiji..." on Yin Tulong's shoulder, Feng Manlou also whispered.

Both men drew their bows, and the arrow tips, as if attracted by an invisible magic power, faced each other across the void.

"Bang!"

The bow sounded like thunder, and the arrows like long rainbows piercing the sun, two streaks of light clashed perfectly in mid-air, auspicious colors and blood light turning into sharp, thunderous beams, striking and intertwining, shooting explosively in all directions.

"Boom!"

Amidst rain of blood, more thunder erupted, from the sky to the ground, blasting on the mountains, lands, and both giant gods.

One was the Heavenly Shooting Bow, one of the Military God's Five Weapons.

The other, the Yellow Emperor's Divine Weapon—the Heaven and Earth Bow, Sky-shattering Arrow.

The Princess's concern for a certain son-in-law was also significant, allowing him to take this heavy treasure from the Royal Family before leaving.

Two great bows, from rival factions. The collision of the arrows intensified the thunderous roar, shaking the Dharma Platform. Both Yin Tulong and the Immortal of Colossal Spirit showed scorch marks.

And the True Fire truly manifested in the shape of a dragon, roaring and enveloping the Immortal of Colossal Spirit.

"Primordial Lord."

Marquis of Wind shouted at this moment, his hands raised towards the sky, summoning a terrifying storm from the north, carrying with it a roaring sound.

The sound of the torrential rain could not cover the roar of the flood coming from between the mountains, charging directly into the battlefield.

The fierce wind, together with the brutal rain, drew the torrent that broke into the flank of the battlefield, first striking the area where the Heavenly Soldiers and Yellow Turban Warriors were positioned, intending to sweep the refugees along with it—a strategy of damaging the enemy a thousandfold at the cost of self-harm by eight hundred.

Yet, the Taiping Sect was lacking in everything except people, and they needed the negative emotions of the living creatures.

In that blood rain, continuous streams of light still merged into the blood-red sun-like holes, the sky fluctuated, stirring with an immense Qi.

"Senior brother, fill it."

Yin Tulong, too, made his move at this moment. A hand behind him mimicking a throwing gesture, he threw out a lingering shadow. A Daoist riding a dragon whisker tiger thrown by Yin Tulong charged into the torrent.

"I'm supposed to suppress it, not fill it."

Echoes lingered in the wind.

Strangely enough, as this man and tiger fell into the flood, the raging torrent suddenly slowed down unexpectedly, still allowing water to flow into the battlefield, but only knee-deep, insufficient to break the military formation of the Heavenly Soldiers.

Meanwhile, Jiang Li soared through the air, suddenly emanating an aura of Pure Saint, his face taking on an aspect of sacred dignity.

He tossed a tattered sack with a wave of Pure Saint Buddha's energy into it, expanding the sack several times as it opened, drawing desperate human figures with a vast suction force.

"Human Species Bag!"

From all directions, it seemed people were shouting, especially on the Dharma Platform, where Marquis of Wind was the first to detect the anomaly, exclaiming in surprise, "He actually..."

Had managed to refine the Human Species Bag in such short time?!

"Taking a shortcut." Lu Tianpeng, however, showed little surprise.

In such a brief period, even with Tianxuan's help, it wouldn't be possible to break the constraints or refine the Human Species Bag. But while the Magic Artifact is inert, people are not; since the ownership of the Human Species Bag couldn't be changed, why not make oneself the owner?

Jiang Li simulated the Qi mechanism of the White Lotus Saint Mother, even imitating the True Qi precisely, with the aid of Tianxuan to recognize the constraints, he truly fooled the inert Magic Artifact.

The Taiping Sect, on the other hand, had overlooked Jiang Li's lack of uses for the Human Species Bag until now, missing the opportunity to capture many people.

Truly decisive.

This thought crossed everyone's minds.

To hold back without making a move, even as refugees continued to die, until this optimal moment...

Many refugees, along with the followers of the Taiping Sect, were sucked into the Human Species Bag, and Jiang Li, with a brush of his brow center, let a beam of Pure Light pass, releasing all his sect mates from the fragments of the Taihao Mirror.

One by one, cultivators landed on the side of the battlefield, the foremost group immediately lifting strange objects in their hands.

"Da da da da da da..."

Six cylindrical pipes forming a circular ring rotated continuously, firing rounds of Qi bullets mercilessly upon the bodies of the Yellow Turban Warriors.

Even with the robust physical bodies specialized by the Yellow Turban Warriors, they were battered bloody by the sudden hail of bullets, their bodies trembling.

In under three breaths' time, the Revolver had drained the power of those at the forefront, then others from the back came forward, lifting the same fire arms.

Meanwhile, Jiang Li, controlling the Human Species Bag, pushed forward, continuously absorbing the chaotic crowd.

Yellow Turban Warriors at the frontline were being slaughtered and refugees were being absorbed continuously, creating a diminishing morale in the Immortal of Colossal Spirit, and the thoughts ascending into the sky visibly decreased in number.

The situation seemed to turn unfavorable for the Taiping Sect.

Yet, Lu Tianpeng remained mostly unchanged, his face expressionless.

"Central army, rear army advance, kill any obstructers," he ordered to Marquis of Wind.

The Taiping Sect still had a large number of troops positioned behind the swarm of refugees, which had not yet joined the front lines of the battlefield due to the obstruction of the refugees. Their advancement now could potentially stop the enemy in time, but—

'Those refugees, those followers...'

Marquis of Wind's Divine Sense swept across the land like the wind and then, gritting his teeth, transmitted the order: "Advance the troops."

At this moment, there was no room for extra pity; the decisiveness that the opponent could exhibit could equally be matched by his own side.

Moreover, slaughter could also provoke resentment and grudges, further eroding Heaven.

Simultaneously, the Immortal of Colossal Spirit charged, the wind from his steps sweeping over masses of bodies, carrying tides of blood and flesh, and his colossal strength fiercely collided with Yin Tulong's Fatian Xiangdi form.

"Moving mountains and crossing seas."

This giant god, like a horizontally moving mountain, crashed with immense ferocity into the spiraling Red Dragons.

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