Chapter 5375 Returning to the Fiend Blood Battlefield
The Fiend God Battlefield.
The Hidden Dragon Legion launched a fierce assault on the heart of the Fiend Wind Blood Devil race. The warriors attacked fearlessly, driven by the memories of their fallen sisters who had perished here. Today, they sought vengeance.
Their swords wrought devastation among their enemies, sending flesh and blood flying. The Hidden Dragon warriors had finally acquired their own special assault form.
In this form, they could merge all their powers into a lance that could pierce through all obstacles. Once they initiated the charge, they became a force to be reckoned with.
When Long Chen proposed returning to the Fiend Blood Battlefield, no one objected. The last time they doubted him, they paid a painful price. Furthermore, after being with him for a few days, they started to view him as a god. They would follow him anywhere—even if it meant charging into the gates of hell.
As the Hidden Dragon warriors reached the core of the Fiend Wind Blood Devil race, the blood devils came pouring out. In this place, even the weakest among them was a Human Emperor, resembling ants pouring out of their hive. Among this throng, five and six-vein Emperors were mere foot soldiers, while seven-vein Emperors were plentiful, and dozens of eight-vein Emperors roamed freely.
This was the same ground where seventeen Hidden Dragon warriors had fallen, their blood still staining the earth. When the warriors thought about this, their killing intent surged.
“Kill!” Xiao Yue roared, fueled by her past helplessness.
She had been unable to save her sisters back then, but she had returned for revenge.
The charge of the Hidden Dragon Legion combined the might of over seven thousand warriors, a force capable of overwhelming even an eight-vein Emperor. At the forefront, Xiao Yue swung her sword, sending an eight-vein Emperor flying.
The power behind her strike was bolstered by the collective wind energy of her comrades, so it was the combined attack of over seven thousand people. Even eight-vein Emperors had to submit in front of it.
This move was inspired by Guo Ran’s Dragonblood Cross Slash, but adapted for the Hidden Dragon warriors. After all, the Hidden Dragon warriors were different from the Dragonblood warriors. The Dragonblood warriors had dragon blood flowing through their veins and the support of their dragon souls. With their bloodline power, they were able to merge their power perfectly.
However, the Hidden Dragon warriors had none of that, so Long Chen had to find another way to achieve something similar using their wind energy.
As a result, once their wind energy merged, it was like a flood crashing forward, allowing the warrior at the front to act as the tip of the spear. However, the warrior leading the charge had to be strong enough, or they wouldn’t be able to endure all that power.
In any case, this formation was only a prototype, with plenty of room for improvement. Long Chen was only able to give them this much, and they would need to figure out the path onward by themselves.
Xiao Yue sent an eight-vein Emperor flying with this power, which instantly raised everyone’s confidence. They had gotten the sweet taste of working together.
It was important to note that, without their formation, they would have been decimated by an eight-vein Emperor. But now, even an eight-vein Emperor had to be wary of them. That was the difference.
The Hidden Dragon warriors stealthily glanced up to see Long Chen overlooking the battlefield. His presence gave them unwavering courage. They barreled through any devil creatures that stood in their way, leaving devastation in their wake.
Once the charge began, it was nearly unstoppable. Yet, it had a critical flaw: if they halted, their combined strength would dissipate. Regaining this momentum would take time, leaving them vulnerable in the meantime.
In other words, stopping mid-charge meant being surrounded and risking total annihilation. Hence, this charge meant no retreat. Even if it led them straight into the gates of hell, they had no choice but to push forward. The eight retainers took turns leading the way, each becoming the arrowhead, carving a path of destruction wherever they went.
From above, Long Chen observed as the Hidden Dragon Legion tore through the devil creatures like a scythe through dry stalks. His blood burned with pride, watching this group of brave women take its first true steps toward greatness. To him, it was like witnessing the dawn of a new day. He knew that one day, their brilliance would shine across the heavens.
As the Hidden Dragon Legion advanced, roars echoed ahead. The aura of nine-vein Emperors loomed, and dozens of similar presences erupted in their path. Seeing this, the Hidden Dragon warriors gritted their teeth and charged forward without hesitation.
In response, the nine-vein Emperors roared and charged at the Hidden Dragon Legion as well. They were intent on a brute force clash.
At this moment, Tang Wan-er, who had been observing, surged to the front of the formation. Raising her sword, she formed hand seals with the eight retainers, channeling the legion's wind energy into her manifestation.
“Wind’s Swiftness—Heaven Rending Slash!” she shouted, bringing her sword down.
The world seemed to split apart as an enormous sword-image descended, striking the legion of nine-vein Emperors ahead.
The ground exploded, and the heavens cleaved open. Multiple nine-vein Emperors were obliterated instantly, while the remaining ones were sent flying by the sheer force of her Sword Qi. The Hidden Dragon warriors erupted in cheers at the sight of their triumph.
But just then, a vast pressure appeared in front of them like an iron wall.
They crashed into it at full speed, so each warrior was momentarily stunned. Tang Wan-er bore the brunt of the impact, blood spilling from her lips as she felt her bones threaten to shatter.
“Foolish humans, you have dug your own grave,” a chilling voice declared.
The space ahead twisted ominously as an ancient blood devil emerged. Unlike the others, this creature resembled a human, but it had four horns and glowing blood-colored runes in its eyes. The pressure radiating from it far surpassed that of any nine-vein Emperor.
Just its mere presence had halted their charge. Tang Wan-er gasped in shock as she sensed its overwhelming might.
“A Devil Emperor?!”