The battlefield echoed with continuous roars. Li Xiaotian cleaved through an Emperor-level warrior with a single saber strike. One hundred and fifty Dragon God mechs of the Great Qin rose into the sky, three to five surrounding an enemy Emperor-level expert.
On the ground, the battle was even more fierce. The Great Qin's conventional weapons unleashed full coverage, with dense artillery shells raining down upon the Xijiang Alliance's army. Flames instantly engulfed the entire scene.
The surrounding powerhouses were all stunned, still reeling from the sudden turn of events.
Just a few minutes ago, the Xijiang Alliance held an absolute advantage. Now, the tide had completely reversed, and the Xijiang Alliance forces were being slaughtered like stray dogs by the Great Qin.
More importantly, no one could have anticipated the sudden disappearance of the two Hegemon-level powerhouses. Li Xiaotian had managed to invite a Hegemon, and a top-tier one at that! His strength was immense!
The Xijiang Alliance members were likely more bewildered than anyone else. Their alliance leader had inexplicably vanished before their very eyes. Before they could even react, the Great Qin launched their attack.
Chaos erupted within the Xijiang Alliance. No one stepped forward to take command. In mere minutes, four Emperor-level powerhouses of the Xijiang Alliance had fallen, along with countless ordinary warriors.
"Kill!!! Long Yi!!! Open your eyes and see, brother is avenging you!!!"
Long Shiwu, despite his injuries, killed an enemy Emperor-level warrior. His body was stained with enemy blood, his aura radiating killing intent as he roared at the sky.
On the other side, Kong Wenbin's eyes were red, attacking his opponent with reckless abandon. Revenge was the only thought in his mind; he wanted to kill every single person from the Xijiang Alliance!
Meanwhile, a Dragon God mech was singly engaging an enemy Emperor-level expert, unleashing a barrage of attacks that left its opponent struggling.
Its pilot was Zhang Mengyao, who was also seeking revenge for the big guy.
Li Xiaotian, covered in blood, weaved through the battlefield, specifically seeking out late-stage Emperor-level experts of the enemy.
"Li Xiaotian, die for me!!!"
A furious roar echoed from afar. Wu Neng, the leader of the Black Witch Cult, charged forward like a madman, his eyes bloodshot with rage and killing intent.
His father had been taken away so abruptly. The strength of that old woman was undoubtedly far superior to his father's, meaning his father was likely to perish.
Moments before, Wu Neng had been fantasizing about the Great Qin's annihilation, envisioning the Xijiang Alliance's prestige soaring. With his status, he would be second only to the leader within the alliance, enjoying immense glory.
But now, it was all gone, every fantasy shattered.
"Die for me!!!"
Wu Neng roared, his black robe billowing violently. Countless insects, the size of fingernails, flew out from his robe and surged towards Li Xiaotian.
Seeing this, a cold sneer flashed across Li Xiaotian's lips. His body was enveloped in black mist as he charged directly at Wu Neng.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!" A dense pattering sound arose. The蛊 worms that flew from Wu Neng's body exploded upon contact with Li Xiaotian's black mist, and were then swiftly swallowed by it.
"This is impossible!!!"
Wu Neng's eyes widened in disbelief. His Black Witch Cult's unique蛊术 attack had been so effortlessly neutralized by Li Xiaotian's black mist.
Those蛊 worms were rumored to be soul-devouring insects, capable of consuming everything. How could they be completely devoured by Li Xiaotian's black mist in a single exchange, as if his black mist were the true soul-devourer and his own were a counterfeit?
"Fifth strike!" Li Xiaotian gave Wu Neng no time to ponder, his saber instantly swinging.
"Damn it!" Wu Neng gritted his teeth, suddenly opened his mouth, and spat out a small black drum. The small drum instantly enlarged, and Wu Neng struck it with his fist.
"Bang!" A low drumbeat resounded. Instantly, Li Xiaotian's swinging saber paused slightly. Simultaneously, Li Xiaotian felt a sharp, piercing pain in his chest, as if he had been pricked by a needle.
Moreover, among the ordinary warriors surrounding the two combatants, dozens of hearts stopped beating the moment the drum sounded, causing them to drop dead on the spot.
This drum is problematic! Li Xiaotian's heart leaped in alarm. At this moment, Wu Neng dodged Li Xiaotian's saber and madly charged towards him, striking the drum again with his fist.
"Bang!" This time, the pain in Li Xiaotian's chest was even more severe than the last. More ordinary warriors around them died instantly, and even those at the periphery, though not immediately killed, suffered excruciating chest pain and lost their combat effectiveness.
What is the nature of this drumbeat? Why is it so strangely potent?
Li Xiaotian was greatly alarmed. He no longer cared about the enemy Wu Neng and quickly retreated. The situation was too bizarre; he had never encountered such a weapon.
"Hahahaha, Li Xiaotian, die for me! You ruined everything for me, so you shall pay with your life!"
Wu Neng roared madly, striking the drum again and relentlessly pursuing Li Xiaotian.
The drum's attack was indiscriminate. Everyone who heard the drumbeat was affected. In the blink of an eye, Li Xiaotian and Wu Neng's battle drew the attention of many.
"What is the black drum in the hands of the Black Witch Cult leader? How can it be so sinister and bizarre?"
From a distance, some of the observing powerhouses murmured, their faces filled with astonishment. Even they had never seen anything similar to this weapon in ancient times.
"The Black Witch Cult has always been shrouded in mystery since ancient times. That black drum might be related to their蛊术."
Someone said, their brow furrowed.蛊术 was considered a heretical practice, and few in ancient times were interested in it, so they couldn't decipher the principle behind the black drum.
"This drumbeat sounds incredibly evil. Its attack is indiscriminate. How did the Black Witch Cult forge such a wicked artifact?"
"If Li Xiaotian cannot resolve this black drum, he will be in a very passive situation. The Xijiang Alliance might even have a chance to make a comeback!"
Someone spoke, their tone carrying a hint of surprise and anticipation. Clearly, that individual held great hope for the Xijiang Alliance.
Meanwhile, Li Xiaotian could only retreat. He moved towards the area densely packed with the Xijiang Alliance's army. He thought Wu Neng would hesitate to strike the strange black drum, fearing he would harm his own men. However, to his surprise, Wu Neng did not pause at all and continued to strike the black drum with ferocity.
"Madman!" Li Xiaotian cursed under his breath. Killing his own people, Wu Neng had gone mad. Even a tiger wouldn't eat its cubs.
"Sect Master Wu, what are you doing? Stop immediately!"
"Wu Neng, have you gone mad? Why are you killing our sect's disciples?"
On the battlefield, several Emperor-level warriors of the Xijiang Alliance saw Wu Neng's frenzy and shouted at him, reprimanding him. Their alliance was already at a disadvantage. Who would have thought that Wu Neng would go mad at this moment and slaughter innocents among their own ranks?
"Shut up! They are just ants to me. I want to kill Li Xiaotian, and anyone who dares to stop me will die!"
Wu Neng roared, completely ignoring the scolding. He continued to beat the black drum, relentlessly pursuing Li Xiaotian.