Kewei Da's muscular strength was exactly to his liking. Grie, who had always been known for his monstrous strength, had never met an equal, and at this moment, he was itching for a fight.
In the arena, Autris, however, did not share Grie's refined spirit. He felt the opponent's formidable energy flowing like a never-ending river, and cold sweat trickled down his spine. Just then, he suddenly heard Ka Lul exclaim. In a flash, the immense force against him was gone.
Autris knew the undead had intervened and let out a sigh of relief. Seizing the opportunity, he quickly retrieved his long spear.
In fact, the enemy general only felt a gust of wind sweep past his leg. Although he hadn't seen anything, the opponent's energy had flashed by, and he had instinctively dodged.
Kewei Da felt a gust of wind brush past his pant leg, but nothing else. He quickly glanced with his peripheral vision, saw nothing, and swung his Boulder-Splitting Saber fiercely at Autris. The massive blade carved a slash through the air, rolling towards Autris like a mighty wind and wave.
Autris dared not engage the opponent head-on, but this strike was locked onto him, leaving no room for escape. Instinctively, he parried with his long spear, only to hear an urgent voice in his ear: "Aren't you dismounting?"
Autris reacted instantly, rolling off his horse without hesitation. Before he could even stand up, a wave of heat washed over him.
Autris instinctively rolled to the left. A piercing scream erupted from behind him, cutting off mid-wail.
Amidst the gasps of surprise from the army, Autris, filled with wonder, turned back to look. He saw his warhorse had been cleaved in two by the enemy's saber.
While others marveled at the enemy general's skill, Grie was even more astonished by Kewei Da's robust physique.
Others couldn't see the undead, but Grie could clearly. He hid in the opponent's shadow and struck him with over a hundred blows. The speed of his fists slowed, but the opponent seemed unfazed, completely oblivious.
Although the undead were vengeful spirits with limited offensive power, striking a normal person would still cause considerable pain. Yet, these blows had no effect on him, suggesting this man's resilience was extraordinarily high.
The enemy general, having missed his strike, strode forward, catching up to Autris, and swung his saber down again.
Autris had just gotten back on his feet and had nowhere to dodge. He parried with his long spear, only to feel a colossal force surge towards him. His tiger's mouth split open, and he was forced to his knees by the saber strike, the dull thud of his knees hitting the ground stirring up clouds of dust.
Autris grunted, feeling as if his spear, forged from fine iron, was beginning to bend.
Kewei Da snorted coldly, raised his saber, and swung it down again in a furious barrage. Autris quickly dodged to the side, but half of his spear shaft was cleaved in two by the enemy general's Boulder-Splitting Saber.
The force of this blow felt as if half of his palm, gripping the spear, had been shattered. He fell to his knees, hands touching the ground, looking as if he were offering his neck to be chopped.
Kewei Da would not let such an opportunity pass. He swung his saber down towards Autris's neck.
Autris could already smell death. A killing intent raged behind him, yet he was utterly powerless to evade. His heart sank. Under the sun, a cold gleam flashed, and Autris despairingly closed his eyes.
With a whoosh, it was as if the entire battlefield collectively inhaled a breath of cold air, so synchronized it was. Autris felt no severed neck from the Boulder-Splitting Saber, only a gust of wind flashing past his nape, making his neck ache.
Autris knew a change had occurred and slowly opened his eyes, quickly glancing behind him. What met his gaze was the saber blade less than three inches from his nape and the enemy general's face, filled with disbelief, behind the gleam of the blade.
Autris, having narrowly escaped death, scrambled out from the saber's reach, gasping for breath. It was only then that he saw a jaw-dropping sight: Grie stood steadily behind him, his hands clamped around Kewei Da's Boulder-Splitting Saber, his clothes fluttering, his muscles taut, and veins bulging prominently on his forehead.
Grie said gravely, "Retreat!"
Autris naturally did not dare to linger for a moment. The opponent had already struck terror into his heart. Autris scrambled and fled like a rolling escapee out of the battle circle.
At this moment, the enemy general also seemed to be in a predicament. The Boulder-Splitting Saber in his hand refused to descend, and lifting it was also not easy. The opponent's hands were like iron clamps, tightly gripping his Boulder-Splitting Saber.
The enemy general exerted his strength secretly but could not move it an inch, his face showing annoyance. He prided himself on never having lost a strength contest, not even against Ka Lul, yet today he was held in check by this reckless youth, unable to advance or retreat.
A colossal force transmitted from the saber handle to the blade, pouring down like a mountain collapsing, ceaselessly.
Grie's hands gripped the Boulder-Splitting Saber tightly. His feet were rooted to the ground, leaving deep imprints. Although the saber appeared suspended three feet above his head, it was as immovable as stone against any storm.
Magic power surged, agitating the air around him, creating gusts of wind between the two figures.
Aaron, having locked onto Ka Lul, pursued him for two steps before a fierce wind and killing intent struck him head-on. Several sharp arrows shot towards him. Aaron wielded his long spear to block, and the arrows couldn't get close. However, it was no longer easy for Aaron to advance. Three rows of archers in front of him were shooting at him in turns. Moreover, Ka Lul had vanished, and advancing further would be pointless. He had no choice but to give up.
Although Ka Lul was no match for Aaron, the two armies fought to a draw, with neither side holding a significant advantage.
Meanwhile, the central and eastern armies were also locked in fierce combat with the northwest soldiers, with smoke billowing and killing intent soaring. The battlefield was a chaotic display of sword light and saber energy, extremely perilous.
Ka Lul's subordinate, the fierce general Bijes, although having lost an eye in a duel with Jised, showed no signs of impairment on the battlefield. He fought with incredible ferocity, not even noticing the blood seeping through the bandage on his eye. The massive magic greatsword in his hand acted like an efficient meat grinder, slaughtering the Saint Roman army's forces. The commander's bravery inspired his subordinates to fight with equal fervor.
The commander of the Saint Roman army's central force, Gilet, who was facing him, saw Bijes fighting so fiercely from afar and frowned greatly. He dared not engage him directly, relying on the battle formations taught by Xiao Xun to avoid defeat.
Despite Bijes's ferocity, he couldn't break through this solid and strange battle formation. As soon as Bijes charged into the gaps within the Saint Roman army's formation, he felt a continuous pressure emanating from within their ranks, almost suffocating him, forcing him to retreat.
In a fit of battle rage, Bijes revealed his true form. Amidst the black smoke and dense fog, he charged into the battlefield like a one-eyed black bear.
Gilet was even more shocked by this sight. He didn't know if he was seeing a human or a demon, only that wherever the mass of black fog passed, the Saint Roman army suffered mass casualties.
Seeing this, Gilet's body broke out in a cold sweat, his fists clenched tightly, his palms slick with perspiration. The situation had been favorable, but this sudden turn of events had disrupted their formation.
After all, revealing one's true form and divine manifestation vastly increased their power compared to ordinary individuals, but it also consumed a significant amount of magical energy.
At this rate of fighting, Bijes would not be able to sustain himself for long.
However, as long as Bijes could lead his troops to repel Gilet in one decisive push, even if he lost his combat ability, what did it matter?
In comparison, Tuo Sen's eastern army's progress was much smoother.
Tuo Lai's troops' combat effectiveness was significantly inferior to that of Ka Lul and Bijes's main forces. This was mainly because Tuo Lai's division was composed of his own men and former Jised subordinates, resulting in insufficient cohesion and an inability to fully unleash the unit's combat power.
With the other two fronts evenly matched against the Saint Roman army, the eastern front was showing signs of decline.
Tuo Lai, the commander, had naturally noticed the unfavorable situation. Knowing that Ka Lul had reserves, he urgently dispatched someone to request reinforcements.
Although Ka Lul had been intimidated by Aaron, the western front was his elite force. With him personally commanding, their morale was high, and they could hold their ground for the time being.
Just as he was about to send the reserves to reinforce Tuo Lai, he received a message from Bijes: if the reserves were sent to Bijes, he could break through the defenses and tear open the Saint Roman army's lines within an hour.
As an excellent commander, Ka Lul hesitated for a moment before making a swift decision. He grabbed Tuo Lai's messenger, his voice hoarse as he roared, "Tell Tuo Lai! Make him hold the line even if he has to die! In another hour, in one hour, there will be a result!"
Tuo Lai, who was in a frantic state directing the eastern front, had been eagerly awaiting Ka Lul's reply. However, upon receiving it, his heart sank by half.