Undying Life

Chapter 578: Blood God Technique

Both commanders beat their drums to boost morale, and the vanguards from both sides advanced in full formation.

The two armies faced each other, each setting their formations. Wang Chen stared coldly, not underestimating Zhao Suoxiang. Although he had never met Zhao Suoxiang, he trusted Zhong Shan's judgment. If Zhong Shan sent him, he must be formidable.

Zhao Suoxiang, on the other hand, was even more serious. Facing Zhong Shan's former foster son, who, despite betraying Zhong Shan, had been highly regarded by him, made Zhao Suoxiang wary. "Much like me"—those three words said it all.

Zhao Suoxiang had been oppressed in the Blue Flame Dynasty due to jealousy from his superior, the commander of the Third Corps, who envied the strength of his Iron Spear Battalion and kept him from fame. But the battalion's strength was undeniable, capable of standing against hundreds.

"Iron Spear Formation!" Zhao Suoxiang shouted.

"Roar!"

Immediately, the five thousand soldiers behind him formed a circular formation, their long spears pointed outward, transforming them into a massive, formidable porcupine. A fierce aura filled the battlefield, creating a powerful battle formation.

In an instant, the soldiers vanished, leaving only the gleaming tips of their spears.

"A battle formation?" Zhong Shan, watching from the distant city wall, noticed the transformation with interest. It was akin to the Eight Gates Golden Lock Formation.

The powerful aura radiated in all directions, making some officials on the city wall squint in pain.

Nearby, Wang Chen observed the sudden formation of this "giant porcupine" without fear. He extended a finger, and a drop of blood emerged at the tip. Flinging it into the air, it suddenly turned into a torrential rain—no, a blood rain—pouring down like a waterfall, enveloping Wang Chen and his surroundings.

Like a flood from the sky, the battlefield turned blood-red, becoming an endless blood sea. Behind Wang Chen, the five thousand red-clad soldiers emitted beams of crimson light, merging into the blood sea.

The immense blood sea surged with towering waves, one after another, filled with ghostly blood-red figures, merging into the sea, appearing and disappearing mysteriously.

The blood sea spread like a scene from hell, advancing towards the enemy.

On the city wall, the officials of Yan Hong Dynasty were terrified. What was this? What kind of technique? What kind of magic?

A blood sea? Zhong Shan was not surprised. If the Eight Gates Golden Lock Formation could create a vast desert, it was not strange to see a battle formation manifesting as a blood sea.

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What concerned Zhong Shan more was the person controlling this blood sea—Wang Chen, formerly Zhong Shijiu.

Zhong Shan watched the blood sea with a heavy heart, taking a deep breath and observing silently.

From the distant command platform, Crown Prince Chong Tian gazed at the massive blood sea, breathing deeply with jealousy.

"The Blood God Technique? Third Brother actually passed the 'Blood God Technique' to that guy Wang Chen? The Blood Sea Divine Path? Five thousand pseudo-blood god soldiers, huh!" Crown Prince Chong Tian muttered with resentment.

Regardless of the reactions of those outside, on the battlefield, Zhao Suoxiang's mighty Iron Spear Formation was about to clash with the advancing blood sea.

As soon as they clashed, an immense battle energy erupted from both sides. The Iron Spear Formation formed a spherical shield of spears, which immediately radiated powerful spear energy, piercing straight into the blood sea.

The waves of blood within the sea were shattered by the spear energy, but each wave was quickly replaced by another, endlessly. The blood continuously tried to envelop and corrode the Iron Spear Formation.

Countless blood-red figures emerged from the sea, attacking the spear formation and engaging in fierce combat with the Iron Spear soldiers.

The battlefield became a chaotic scene, with blood and spears clashing violently. It was like a half-filled bottle being shaken wildly, causing a tempest of energy that shattered the surrounding stones.

Occasionally, bursts of spear energy would erupt, smashing into the surrounding mountains and city walls, producing thunderous booms that drowned out the battle drums of both armies.

The ferocity of the Iron Spear Formation was evident. Designed for combat, it was a destructive war machine that left no grass alive in its wake, its killing intent raging wildly.

The blood sea, on the other hand, possessed a powerful corrosive ability. Any vegetation touched by its blood drops instantly emitted white smoke and withered away. The ground, eroded by the blood sea, sank deeper, making the sea appear like a true hellish blood ocean.

The intense clash of these two forces impacted the nerves of everyone watching. Soldiers of Yan Hong City and the Taishui Dynasty alike felt a chill in their hearts.

Was this really a battle involving only ten thousand soldiers? Even a million troops entering this fray would be useless. It was terrifying. How could anyone intervene in such a dreadful war? The battlefield and the armies were terrifyingly strong.

Without these formidable troops, the ordinary soldiers on both sides might have already harbored thoughts of retreat.

The battle between these ten thousand warriors captured everyone's attention, drawing their focus entirely. The fight seemed evenly matched, with neither side giving an inch.

Zhong Shan watched for a moment before turning his gaze to Crown Prince Chong Tian. The prince continued to observe the battlefield coldly, seemingly waiting for a clear victor to emerge.

"Wei Gong?" Zhong Shan called softly.

"Uh, uh, Emperor Zhong, what are your orders?" Wei Gong, his mind engrossed in the battle, was jolted back to attention by Zhong Shan's call.

"Implement the third plan I mentioned. Have our ambushed troops start eliminating the flanking forces of the Taishui Dynasty and encircle them from behind as quickly as possible. We need to wipe out these Taishui Dynasty troops completely," Zhong Shan commanded solemnly.

"Yes, yes, yes!" Wei Gong's face turned red with excitement as he responded eagerly.

He quickly descended the city wall to carry out Zhong Shan's orders.

Meanwhile, Crown Prince Chong Tian, though focused on the battlefield, occasionally glanced at Zhong Shan. Seeing Zhong Shan unmoved, he also remained still, waiting for Wang Chen to emerge victorious and demoralize the enemy troops, making it easy to capture Yan Hong City and subsequently take control of the Yan Hong Dynasty.

Unbeknownst to him, Zhong Shan had already set his ambush in motion, with his troops advancing quietly.

Wang Chen's Blood Sea Formation was indeed formidable. The battle raged on for four days and nights without signs of fatigue, while Zhao Suoxiang's Iron Spear Formation seemed to lag slightly but still held firm.

Seeing that the Iron Spear Formation had not been destroyed after four days and nights, Crown Prince Chong Tian frowned, feeling increasingly frustrated.

As Crown Prince Chong Tian's frustration grew, Zhong Shan's strategy was already in motion.

"Report!"

A scout suddenly rushed forward to report. Crown Prince Chong Tian was slightly taken aback. Reporting at this moment? What could be so urgent now?

"Deputy Commander, Jianhong City has been lost!" the scout said anxiously.

"What?" Crown Prince Chong Tian was shocked. Jianhong City lost? That was the city they had just captured!

"Report!"

Another scout flew in.

"Deputy Commander, Changyun City has been lost!"

"Report!"

"Deputy Commander, Sanchuang City has been lost!"

A flood of scouts arrived one after another, each bringing worse news than the last. How could the cities they had just captured be lost in just four days and nights? How could this happen?

Zhong Shan?

Crown Prince Chong Tian suddenly thought of something, his eyes narrowing coldly as he looked towards Zhong Shan in the distance.

"Report!"

"Deputy Commander, eighty thousand Yan Hong Dynasty troops have appeared in the south!"

"Report!"

"Deputy Commander, fifty thousand Yan Hong Dynasty troops have appeared in the west!"

"Report!"

"Deputy Commander, seventy thousand Yan Hong Dynasty troops have appeared in the north!"

One bad news after another came pouring in. At this moment, Crown Prince Chong Tian felt like he had been struck on the head. He suddenly realized he had fallen into a huge trap. Zhong Shan hadn't gathered many troops within Yan Hong City but had sent them out. While his main force was being stalled, Zhong Shan's troops had retaken the cities they had captured. The main force had left these cities vulnerable, and without complete control, they were quickly retaken by the enemy, who then turned to encircle him.

"Zhong Shan, you seek death!" Crown Prince Chong Tian roared angrily, his voice penetrating the entire battlefield and reaching the distant city wall.

On the city wall, the officials of the Yan Hong Dynasty were also receiving the same news. Each of them was flushed with excitement. Initially, some had doubted Zhong Shan's plan due to its risk, as any misstep would result in total failure. But now, it had succeeded beyond their expectations.

"Emperor Zhong, your strategy is brilliant! You anticipated the enemy's moves perfectly. I am in awe!" Wei Gong said joyfully.

The others echoed their agreement.

"This plan was indeed risky, and we were fortunate that the main commander was temporarily replaced by Lu Chong Tian," Zhong Shan said, shaking his head.

Meanwhile, the battlefield echoed with Crown Prince Chong Tian's furious roar.

Zhong Shan glanced coldly at Lu Chong Tian.

"Seek death? Do you think you can spare me?" Zhong Shan mused, wondering why the three-legged golden crow, usually inseparable from Lu Chong Tian, was not with him.

With a cold smile, Zhong Shan looked at Crown Prince Chong Tian and said, "The gift you gave me at the Myriad Pill Conference, I have returned in full. How does it feel, Crown Prince Chong Tian?"

How does it feel? Suddenly, a flash of understanding crossed Crown Prince Chong Tian's mind. He instantly grasped Zhong Shan's meaning. The alchemical explosions at the Taishui Dynasty's pill-making sessions were not caused by Longhu Pill Saint but by him, Zhong Shan!