erflies in the demon sea was a deep memory for Lu Xiaoteng. He had been trapped at the bottom of the demon sea by that eerie butterfly tide for over five hundred years.Compared to the countless, weak...The war steeds surged in like a tide, tens of thousands of riders hurling bone spears into the air, forming a storm of bone. These warriors weren't particularly focused on whether to break through this myriad mountain formation first or defend against the ambush by the Folong army at the gate.

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To the war riders, any enemy in their path must be destroyed. They break mountains and crush armies! Boom boom boom! Bone spears, wave after wave, converged and hammered against the mountain gate. The Fu Long Army defending the pass roared in response, using the terrain to deflect a barrage of bone spears. Under the command of their leader, they surged forward to meet the war riders head-on. Arrows and bone spears rained down on both sides. Suddenly, soldiers were tossed from their mounts as the fairy army's ranks were pierced by bone spears, while countless war riders were riddled with arrows, turning into sieves. Both armies were elite forces, clashing with all their might. In this short time, it was impossible to discern who held the upper hand.

"Treading Formation Dragon Lizard!" A rough, powerful voice boomed behind the roaring.

Seven skeletal monsters, each with bone spikes, colossal as giant peaks, and dragon heads on lizard bodies with eight legs, surged past the cavalry towards the immortal army.

These giant skeletal lizards' heavy bone paws cause earth-shattering tremors with every step they take.

With a thunderous roar! The Skelleton Lizard crashed into the mountain, causing it to shake violently. This impact also shook the ranks of the Fulong Army significantly.

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Under this wave of impact, the Skullscythe Dragon Rider pressed their attack, forcing the vanguard Vorpal Legion to retreat step by step.

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"Bone Breath Spear!" Whoosh whoosh whoosh, countless bone spears broke through the air, converging into a giant skeletal dragon phantom. Its maw opened wide and unleashed a breath of dragonfire.

The mountain, already violently shaken by the impact of the skeletal dragon lizard's attack, could no longer withstand this onslaught. It collapsed with a deafening roar.

A great multitude of immortal soldiers were unsteady beneath this dragon's breath, like autumn leaves scattering in a gale.

"Beat the drums and hoist the banners, summon the Dragon-Suppressing Spirit Warriors!" Bai Xianfeng's face remained unchanged as ever. With a single press of his hand, the war drums of the Dragon-Suppressing Army grew frantic.

A white banner fluttered in the wind, and several immortal army generals took out several jade pots brimming with blood energy from their spatial rings.

Beneath the overturned Jade Tripod, white banners were stained crimson. One after another, majestic figures appeared on them, clad in golden armor, wielding axes or sledgehammers, resembling giant spirits.

Boom! A gigantic foot stepped out from the blood banner, causing the void to tremble slightly.

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"Where are you, demon or monster, to dare trespass into my Fūlóng army's formation!" Zhàn Líng roared with anger, his war hammer slamming directly at the Skelly Lizard King.

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With one blow, the bones were shattered and splashed everywhere. The ground was covered in bone fragments.

The Skelotal Lizards and the War Spirits fought together. Overall, the Skelotal Lizards' tactics were far inferior to those of the War Spirits. These War Spirits were fragments of the heroic souls left behind by the ancestors of the Fufeng Army within the military flags.

Through so many years of offerings by the Fulong Army, they can be crucial in turning the tide when things are dire. The only drawback is that War Spirits cannot stray too far from the war banner; otherwise, their combat power will plummet.

Otherwise, relying on so many valiant soldiers to directly charge into the enemy ranks, the Fúlóng Army might very well be able to turn the tide of battle and defeat the powerful foe.

Another point is that Zhan Ling's consumption is extremely high, and each use requires an extremely long period of precipitation afterwards.

This time, Bai Xianfeng was also forced to a desperate situation by the other party. Otherwise, he would never have easily used such a trump card.

As soon as the War Spirits appeared, they immediately lifted the morale of the Fúlóng Army. One after another, War Spirits took action, axes, war hammers, and long swords slashing relentlessly.

The Skull Lizards were also forced to retreat step by step. These Skull Lizards were only naturally gifted, and later they were refined through special means. In terms of methods, how could they be compared with the War Spirits

However, the Skeleton Lizard's origin is powerful. Every time it is struck hard, its white bones break and bend. A gray aura surges within its body, and the broken bones will grow back.

They could engage in fierce combat with the Spirit Warriors for a short time, but it was impossible to trample their thousand mountains array again. Taking advantage of the Spirit Warriors' renewed barrier support, the previously collapsed mountains condensed once more under the control of the army and slowly moved. The mountains on both sides crossed each other, forming a pair of giant crab claws opening wide, aiming to cut into the enemy's weak points.

A cornered beast still fights, the Fufeng army was now pushed to the brink. If they couldn't decisively defeat the enemy in this battle, their only fate within the Demon-Slaying Abyss was annihilation. Bai Xianfeng understood that under the current circumstances where both armies were evenly matched, the opponent had already gained an advantage by preparing and amassing strength. Though a protracted fight could inflict heavy casualties on the Skeleton Dragon Lizard Cavalry, as long as Nischang didn't make any grave errors,

After the defeat of the Fú Lóng army, it was almost impossible to reverse.

To turn the tide, extraordinary measures are needed, otherwise, the noose tightening around your neck will only become tighter.

Compared to the formidable Fulong Army, the opposing army seemed to lack any semblance of military strategy. They relied solely on brute force, charging headfirst without a plan. On each mountain peak, skeleton cavalry would charge at the enemy upon encountering them, seemingly without any order. Bai Xianfeng frowned deeply. He wished the enemy were just a rabble of undisciplined soldiers, but the ironclad ferocity emanating from those cavalrymen indicated they were as elite and skilled as the Fulong Army. This forced him to take a risky gamble; there was no way these were mere weaklings who could stand against his forces.

The Skeleton Dragon Riders scaled the mountainside, engaging in a fierce battle with the immortal army guarding the pass. Both sides fought valiantly, and for a time, each strategic peak remained contested.

In the rear, the skeletal dragon riders continued to surge forward, their hooves pounding like an endless wave.

As the battle raged on, Bai Xianfeng's expression grew increasingly grave. He had full confidence in the fighting strategies of the Fulong Army.

While the enemy's tactics seemed rather strange, their command didn't appear particularly brilliant. However, as more and more troops joined the fray, the battlefield descended into chaos. This put a greater strain on the commander's ability to lead effectively. Bai Xianfeng issued several orders in quick succession, while Ni Chang simply moved with the central cavalry unit. The central banner changed positions a few times, but other than that, there were no further actions.

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Even those, at this time seemingly split by the colossal shadows of mountains into scattered skeletal cavalry, were watching as one or two locations where the formidable forces of the Fuling Army threatened to overwhelm them.

In other places, skeletal horsemen often ride to the rescue at a critical moment, turning the tide of battle.

This was definitely not the command of Nighingale. Her control over battlefield changes exceeded her own.

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This skeletal dragon rider squad likely has its own unique way of communicating, a connection that even in such a chaotic battlefield cannot be severed.

Only the Skull Cavalry could reinforce each other in key moments, stabilizing the battlefield. Without them, at least two or three enemy positions would have been crushed by the Dragonfly Army.

Perhaps this is the confidence that allows the other party to wage all-out war. Bai Xianfeng's heart sank to the bottom, and for now, the Fufeng Army hasn't suffered a loss, but Bai Xianfeng is not satisfied with this.

For the Vodyanoi army at this time, it was either a decisive victory or a crushing defeat. The current stalemate wouldn't cause problems for them in the short term, but as time went on, they would eventually be unable to hold out.

Once a certain threshold was crossed, the entire battle situation would collapse like an avalanche. "Formation change, Eight Mountains Greet Ghosts!" Bai Xianfeng's face was as dark as water. For now, the Skeleton Dragon Lizard cavalry seemed mediocre in command, even less impressive than most ordinary fairy armies. However, under the seemingly aimless chaos, they were able to connect with each other perfectly every time.

This is the core of the opponent's ability to fight without chaos. Until now, Bai Xianfeng hasn't been able to figure out the opponent's details. If they can find this key point, the current predicament will be resolved.

The Fulong Army reorganized its formations, and the clash of arms between the two armies was deafening. The battlefield was a scene of blood and iron, filled with tension.

The Fulong Army's war spirit was still suppressing the Skull Lizard, but although they continuously injured their opponent, the Skull Lizard could also recover constantly. Both sides were consuming each other at an astonishing rate.

The Skullscorpion Dragon Rider charged into the enemy formation again and again, each charge bringing casualties to both sides. Bai Xianfeng tried to cut off the enemy riders by constantly changing formations, and the Fulong army obeyed his orders perfectly. White Xianfeng believed he had no problem commanding the formations, but the results were... underwhelming.

The battlefield had reached a stalemate. Both sides were comprised of elite armies, numbering in the tens of thousands. With both sides fighting with all their might, the outcome of the battle was far from certain. The two armies were separated by hundreds of thousands of miles, the ground littered with the corpses of fallen soldiers along the way. After the armies passed through an area, they would soon be scavenged by demons and ghosts who came to devour the bodies, collect souls, or search for useful treasures.

The clash of the two armies shook the Demon-Haunted Netherworld, stirring up all sorts of forces, big and small. In the past, many factions would have likely followed suit to try and profit from the chaos.

And at this time, the intensity of the great war and the bloodshed of both sides chilled these forces to the bone.

At the beginning, there were a few sizable ghost armies or demon armies not far from the battlefield. Some even dared to encircle and kill stray soldiers of the Flying Dragon Army or Skeleton Lizard Riders. This angered both Ni Chang and Bai Xianfeng. Whenever their battle formations shifted slightly, they would incorporate these forces into the warzone. The fate of these forces was naturally self-evident; under the onslaught of both armies, they were shattered and routed in just a few rounds.

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Having learned from past experiences, other forces, even if they have ideas, can only keep them to themselves.

Even some demons and ghosts can only find something useful for themselves in the ruins of battlefields.

Both armies clashed, the process lasting for half a year, their battles raging all the way to the territory of the original Mirage Puppet Ghost Mother. By this time, most of Qian Shan's formations had collapsed, and the rest were in ruins. The Fú Lóng Army had dwindled from its peak strength to barely fifty thousand, with almost every soldier bearing wounds. In contrast, the Skeleton Dragon Lizard Cavalry on the opposite side continued to surge forward relentlessly. The Fú Lóng Army was completely surrounded by their enemies.

The sound of hooves remained in perfect rhythm, the encirclement tightening.

Bai Xianfeng's face was pale with despair. The Fufeng Army had reached its peak in history, but it never occurred to him that it would be destroyed so quickly.

Although this battle was a defeat, it wasn't his fault. He controlled the battlefield with precision and his troop formations were flawless. Had the Fulong Army been at its peak strength, the outcome of this battle would have been uncertain.

There are no ifs in this world, and time cannot flow backward. The Voldam Army has been defeated, and there is no chance of a comeback.

"Come now, let me see what the Bone Dragon Rider Commander has to offer." Bai Xianfeng composed himself, drawing his sword and pointing it at Ni Chang on the opposite side.

With the Fulong Army on the verge of collapse, he, as its commander, had nowhere else to go but to sink with it. The only regret was that this long campaign failed to achieve its goal of eliminating the enemy.

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