Dominating Martial King-Chapter 1504 - 520: Time Waits for No One

Previously in the Taiwei Constellation, Chu Xisheng raised the Blood of Ten Thousand Ages and the Burial Sky Divine Blood to the eighteenth tier, spending only 5 Heavenly Origin Points.

This harvest was sufficient to increase his strength even further.

What a pity—

Chu Xisheng glanced at the last First Grade alien species struggling not far away under the blinding light of Feng San’s sword.

It was a pity these Eternal Giant Gods had long withdrawn their Divine Thoughts.

They couldn’t witness his battle with these First Grade strong people of Yan State.

Otherwise, the Heavenly Origin Points he gained this time might have surpassed 1500 in one go.

The Divine Mirror Sky Blade was indeed miraculous and terrifying, but it was just a single sword decision.

In the subsequent combat, Chu Xisheng finally showcased his true strength.

Along with the Nine Luminaries Divine Wheel Sword and the Luo Hou Star God.

His overall combat power could now possibly rank among the top fifty on the Heavenly List!

Why are these Eternal Gods so impatient? Would seeing him one more time kill them?

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Seven hours later, beneath Black Gold Mountain in Yan State.

The great battle that erupted here had come to an end, and the entire battlefield returned to silence. However, countless vultures and bald eagles, along with various carrion birds, were attracted, circling above Black Gold Mountain, their eyes greedily fixed on the corpses below.

—This will be a feast of gluttony!

From the foot of Black Gold Mountain stretching south and north, from east to west, the ground was strewn with the corpses of Giant Spirits and humanoid creatures from various tribes.

The only thing they feared now was the human caste army steadily converging from all directions.

They moved in full armor, swift and agile, traveling in groups, exuding murderous intent as they navigated through the bodies.

The carrion birds sensed their might and were wary of their bloody aura and intense energy.

Chu Yunyun stood with her hands behind her back, in front of the corpse of Huang Tianli.

Floating ten feet in the air, her expression was cold as she looked down at this Night Wolf Tribe’s First Grade prince below.

Once the domineering youngest son of Emperor Jilie, seven hours ago.

Now he lay here, his body cold and lifeless.

His face turned skyward, eyes wide open. His dead, gray eyes still reflected disbelief and unwillingness.

Behind Chu Yunyun, officials including Lin Duyuan, Capital Commander of the Sky Wolf Army, Yuan Jun, Capital Commander of the Tianning Army, Pan Jing, Capital Commander of the Victory Army, and Jiang Tian, Capital Commander of the Iron Forest Army, all arrived, standing solemnly behind him.

A young general stood reporting the battle results with a solemn expression.

This man was named Ji Qianqiu, a recently prominent figure in the army and a talent highly regarded by Chu Yunyun.

"Preliminary statistics show that in the Battle of Black Gold Mountain, 394,000 Giant Spirits, 370,000 Stone-men Clan, 340,000 Half-Horse Clan, 390,000 Copper Man Clan, 280,000 Three-Eyed Clan, 320,000 Winged People, and 210,000 Lizardman Clan were eliminated—"

Chu Yunyun raised an eyebrow: "So many Winged People perished?"

320,000 Winged People, their military forces, had almost entirely been decimated.

The Winged People can soar in the sky; even those of Ninth Grade can fly at a speed of 2,000 miles per hour.

Their endurance allows them to soar up to a thousand feet high for a full hour and a half.

Thus, Chu Yunyun initially did not expect to severely damage the Winged People.

Though she commanded more powerful and faster Flying Dragon Knights, their number was merely 20,000.

Furthermore, the endurance of the four-legged Flying Dragon in the air was poor.

Their bodies were too strong and massive, so even those reaching Fourth Grade had to land and rest every hour.

"All thanks to the Infinite Blade Lord!"

In Ji Qianqiu’s eyes, there was a hint of admiration: "The Blade Lord, with two Divine Intent Sabers, slaughtered 140,000 Winged People, and severely damaged the Soul Consciousness of most Winged People. The Primordial Spirit of these Winged People is much weaker than ours from the Human Clan.

With their Primordial Spirit damaged, their inner qi-blood circulation was affected, leaving them unable to control their wings accurately and fly at will. Not only did they escape slowly, but their physical stamina was also greatly diminished. The farthest they could fly was 300 miles before needing to stop and rest."

Chu Yunyun understood.

At that time, her army was encircling from the south and north.

In both the east and west, there was a considerable cavalry force conducting blockades.

These Winged People were essentially throwing themselves onto the tips of their spears.

"This is indeed a delightful surprise—"

Chu Yunyun couldn’t help but feel invigorated.

The troops gathered here by Huang Tianli were elite from various tribes, with nearly all warriors ranked Eighth Grade or above.

The Winged People were, within the Yan State Hundred Clans, the most troublesome presence for Chu Yunyun.

The racial traits made them particularly well-suited for guerrilla warfare.

Yet the 320,000 Winged People who perished here, coupled with the First Grade Winged People strongman felled by Yan Guilai’s sword, meant this once formidable tribe entrenched for more than 20,000 years in Yan State had now suffered critical damage to their very essence.

With the subsequent mopping-up operations, things would become much easier.

Chu Yunyun would also be free to deploy troops more comfortably.

But just as Chu Yunyun was about to say something, her eyes flashed with a hint of coldness, causing her to pause.

Not far away, Xuanwu Army’s Capital Commander Xia Longxiang, along with his Central Army Assistant General Qin Zhao Mei, galloped over.

A large contingent of knights followed behind them.

Most of these knights wore helmets and armored themselves with acute energy, emanating a frigid, murderous aura.

They grasped their weapons at their waists, their expressions alert as they glared sideways at a group in the center of the cavalry.

This was a group of prisoners bound by iron chains to their horses.

There were about 120 of them, some still clad in Xuanwu Army’s war armor, albeit stripped of their weapons, helmetless, with disheveled hair, appearing quite wretched and with faces pale as paper.