Supreme Demon God

Mo Xiu naturally did not think about running away, if he really could not deal with Yan Wuji, he would not run to find hardship either.

He looked at the opposite side, looking at Yan Wuji's 10,000 troops.

Yan Wuji also watched the 100 warriors brought by Mo Xiu, and said with a smile, "Mo Xiu, I should have said in the challenging book that in this decisive battle, both sides can dispatch 10,000 people, but you only brought 100 people over, is there no one willing to die with you?"

As he said, his eyes shifted slightly and he continued, "Niece Yan Ran, although your father was a weak emperor, if necessary, he could still gather thousands of people who were willing to die for him. But what about you? You can't even gather hundreds of people. It seems that you are much worse than your father."

Yan Ran was slightly angry but did not intend to argue with Yan Wuji.

But Mo Xiu shook his head slightly after hearing this, "100 people are enough to deal with you and your so-called loyal people."

"A hundred people can deal with me and my people? What a joke!"

Yan Wuji sneered, then looked at the soldiers below, and shouted, "Soldiers, some people look down on you and think that their side can win you with just 100 people, what should you do?"

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

All the soldiers chanted this in unison.

With 10,000 people shouting together, the sounds were continuous, enough to shake the sky and the earth.

Yan Wuji did not intend to continue talking nonsense with Mo Xiu, seeing that morale was soaring, he immediately gave an order, "Everyone, attack and kill the enemy together!"

"Go!"

Then ten thousand people rushed towards the one hundred warriors on Mo Xiu's side in an orderly formation.

Among the 100 people of Mo Xiu, the leader was Wu Qingshan, the former commander of the Forbidden Army.

Obviously, he was the person most afraid of death, but when he arrived on the battlefield, seeing the tens of thousands of troops rushing over, he became extremely calm, and there was no longer a trace of tension.

He looked back at Mo Xiu and Yan Ran on the high platform and seemed to be waiting for orders from Mo Xiu and Yan Ran.

Yan Ran didn't say anything inspiring but just raised her hand to signal everyone to fight.

Wu Qingshan received the order and immediately shouted, "Position to fight!"

Everyone was very nervous, squeezed by the oppression of the battlefield to have a feeling of suffocation, but they still rehearsed long ago and stood in various positions to form a special battle formation.

Soon, everyone drew out their big blades, used their True Energy, injected them into the big knives, swung the blades forward, and slashed at the empty place.

"Whoosh..."

The sword beams were connected into one piece, and they swept away at the oncoming 10,000 army with overwhelming power.

There were countless deep scratches on the ground. In the blink of an eye, those blades fell into Yan Wuji's 10,000 army, and taken by surprise, a large group of people fell to the ground screaming.

Blood splattered and formed a blood mist, which looked scary.

"How could this be?" Yan Wuji looked a little dazed.

Wu Qingshan and the others were also very surprised. They obviously just slashed in an ordinary way but they didn't expect to have such amazing power. This was beyond their imagination.

Soon, they reacted, and under Wu Qingshan's command, they slashed several times in a row.

The sword light raged horizontally without obstacles, beheading many soldiers under Yan Wuji's men a long way away.

However, Yan Wuji's forces were 10,000 troops after all. With a large number of people, it was naturally impossible to kill them all with a few swords from a hundred people.

In just a short time, Yan Wuji's army rushed to Wu Qingshan and the others.

Wu Qingshan quickly shouted, "Change formation!"

A group of warriors immediately changed positions, and the formation of the battle formation instantly changed as if it had become a pair of scissors.

It seemed to be just an ordinary formation, but if one could see the Spiritual Energy between the heavens and the earth, that person would find that the Spiritual Energy was frantically converging towards this battle formation at this time, and formed innate armors. The bodies of all the people who formed the battle formation were wrapped around as if there was an extra piece of armor on each person.

Except for Mo Xiu, probably no one in the Butchering Peak Hunting Grounds could see the Spiritual Energy between heaven and earth.

Even the one hundred warriors who formed the battle formation didn't know what had happened, but felt that after the change of this battle formation, their bodies seemed a lot lighter, their strength also skyrocketed, and this feeling was constant.

After this feeling became more intense, everyone's confidence increased, and the big swords in their hands were tightened.

Soon, Yan Wuji's army rushed into the big formation, but did not break the formation with a single blow. Instead, they seemed to be blocked by an invisible force, and no one could continue to advance.

"kill!"

Wu Qingshan yelled, and slashed at the enemy before him with a sword.

The other warriors yelled one after another, their formation unchanged, and the blades in their hands slashed at the enemy frantically.

"Puff, puff…"

Blood spewed out madly, and many of Yan Wuji's soldiers fell to the ground.

However, more people stopped rushing forward, instead, they held weapons to fight with Wu Qingshan and others.

The army that Yan Wuji brought this time was specially cultivated through secret methods. Everyone was a Core Formation Realm expert, so their muscles were unusually strong, much stronger than ordinary Core Formation Realm cultivator.

But the hundred cultivators that Mo Xiu brought was even more difficult. Three days ago, they were all Core Formation Realm cultivators, but after only three days, Mo Xiu forcibly upgraded their cultivation bases to the Early-stage of the Spirit Vessel Realm.

The cultivation base of forced promotion was definitely not as strong as the cultivation base of natural promotion. The strength was not so strong, the foundation was not stable, and it would leave many hidden dangers, which was very detrimental to future cultivation.

But no matter what, they were still Spirit Vessel Realm cultivator, it was easy for Spirit Vessel Realm cultivators to kill Core Formation cultivators.

More importantly, these soldiers under Yan Wuji took their weapons and chopped them several times. They could obviously kill the warriors who stood in front of Mo Xiu, but for some reason, their weapons could not break through the defense of these warriors.

"Puff, puff..."

Countless people fell to the ground with painful faces, but from the beginning to the end, only the soldiers under Yan Wuji fell to the ground, but the 100 warriors of Mo Xiu did not fall to the ground.

At first, the fighting between the two parties was very fierce, and it was still a bit unnoticeable, but gradually, the 100 warriors on the side of Mo Xiu became braver and braver. On the contrary, the soldiers under Yan Wuji were shocked. Then consequently, Mo Xiu's people occupied an absolute advantage as Yan Wuji's people's momentum had gradually fallen into a disadvantage.

On the high platform in the distance, after watching the game, Yan Wuji was surprised, "Why is this happening?"

He couldn't figure it out a little. He clearly had an absolute advantage in terms of numbers. Even if the cultivation base of the 100 warriors was slightly higher, it was logically impossible to be slaughtered over and over again.

If it weren't for the screams coming into his ears from afar, he even wondered if he was dreaming.

Although he was very confused, he didn't say anything, just continued to watch with a gloomy face.

He did not know why the situation has become so strange, but he believed that this situation would soon be reversed.

The reason was very simple. After all, a cultivator was still a mortal, once the True Energy was drained, the so-called cultivator was not much better than ordinary people with no cultivation either.

Although those 100 warriors were strong, the small number was a still disadvantage to some extent. As long as the True Energy of those warriors was exhausted, wasn't it time to let his army behead those people instead?

He was waiting, waiting for those warriors that Mo Xiu had brought to exhaust their True Energy.

After waiting half an hour, he realized that it was wrong again.

His ten thousand army had died to less than a quarter, but the warriors that Mo Xiu brought were still intact, no one had fallen, there was no sign of exhaustion either, and they were still very active.

"No! Something must have gone wrong!" Yan Wuji said with an extremely gloomy expression.

Not to mention that Yan Wuji couldn't figure it out, the soldiers under him and the warriors that Mo Xiu had brought were also very puzzled.

Only Wu Qingshan knew some internal information, knowing that it was likely that the battle formation formed by them had worked, but originally, he only knew that this battle formation was very powerful, and it might have a miraculous effect against Yan Wuji's 10,000 army, but he did not expect that its effect was so godly.

Now, he could be said to be full of joy, only that he had seen the hope of surviving, so he was hacking at the enemy even harder.

On the high platform, Yan Ran frowned slightly while looking at everything below.

After a while, she looked at Mo Xiu and asked, "Is this the effect of that battle formation?"

"Yes," Mo Xiu nodded.

"It's too amazing, it's not an exaggeration to say that it's an invincible battle formation," Yan Ran said with emotion.

"..."

Mo Xiu was silent.

The battle formation composed of one hundred warriors, called the Heavenly Spirit Battle Formation, was derived from the formation picture he carved in the Sea of ​​Knowledge in Wu Qingshan a few days ago.

The Heavenly Spirit Battle Formation was indeed called by many people as the invincible battle formation, even if it was the Heavenly Demon, the use of this battle formation to kill the enemy still often occurred.

Of course, it was not truly invincible. In the face of absolute strength, any battle formation was imaginary. A true peerless powerhouse could crack this battle formation with one punch.

Naturally, Yan Wuji was just a big ant among many ants, and the soldiers under him were even less powerful, so he could only be slaughtered by one side.

Seeing that the number of his army was getting smaller and smaller, from 10,000 to more than 2,000, from more than 2,000 to more than 1,000, and finally only a few hundred people were left, Yan Wuji's face was so black that ink could be squeezed out.

Before the last hundreds of people were wiped out, he gritted his teeth and shouted hatefully, "Everyone, listen to the order, spare no effort, break the formation and kill the enemy!"

The so-called spare no effort, of course, was not directed at the remaining hundreds of people, but to the tens of thousands of army who were hiding to come out to break the formation.

After receiving the order, the tens of thousands of army ambushing in the dark came out from various places and gathered into the battlefield, and immediately, the sound of footsteps could be heard as the whole battleground trembled.