Chapter 209 - Impenetrable by a Thousand Men

Chapter 209: Chapter 197: Impenetrable by a Thousand MenThe Combined Attack Formation of the Snow Clan’s army, most ferocious and unique, was the Seven Extremes Slash, spanning the history of two nations, with only a handful who could withstand the final strike of the Seven Extremes Battle.

At this moment, Lu Hong was facing the ultimate test. The seventh slash had transcended the limits of the spellcasters’ ranks and magic power, genuinely summoning a strand of ancestral will. How could the True Spirit’s power of Kefati be easily caught by a mere mortal?

The cold light illuminated the entire sky, and the phantom of Kefati faintly emerged from it.

The seventh bone spike had not yet fallen when it set off a huge shockwave, pinning Lu Hong to the spot, as if a great mountain weighed on his shoulders.

Lu Hong, struggling bitterly, not only had his calves buried, but half of his body was pressed into the ground.

"Power of Blood—Sacrificial Strike!" Sitting still would only mean death. Lu Hong decided to take the initiative, channeling all his blood and qi into the Blood Holy Sword. The sword, soaked in blood, finally revealed an ancient sharpness, transforming into a raging blaze of blood fire, erupting with a hungry screech.

What kind of weapon was that? Could it be a divine artifact of level twelve or above?!

Although everyone was puzzled in their hearts, the focus remained on the seventh bone spike.

"Die!" Abner laughed maniacally. The drained members of the Cold Edge Squad, including Abner himself, collapsed to the ground without exception, fainting amidst laughter.

"Kill!" With a desperate effort, Lu Hong pushed up the bone spike bearing down on him. The blood fire on the Blood Holy Sword surged, slashing the bone spike into two pieces.

A blood-red figure soared into the sky, meeting the falling seventh bone spike.

In everyone’s gaze, the cold light emitted by the bone spike collided with the red blood fire, which was instantly disintegrated; then, a burst of gold light suddenly appeared, illuminating the entire ancient plain, rendering everyone as if lost in a trance, unaware of what had happened.

When the gold light faded, Lu Hong crashed to the ground, hitting it heavily and spitting out fresh blood.

"Did he... did he block it?" Red Fang almost bit off his tongue. That trace of divine will was blocked by an unknown nobody?!

Schultz was also stunned. The power of the ancestors was blocked; does this mean this person’s strength can now rival that of the great champions of old?

The blood barrier in front of Red Fang and others had not yet dissipated, indicating Lu Hong still had the strength to persist. He staggered to his feet, shakily returning to his original position, still guarding in front of the Independent Regiment, "Any more tricks? Bring them all."

It was apparent that Lu Hong was running out of strength. In reality, at the moment of touching the seventh bone spike, Lu Hong should have been shattered into pieces. It was the feathers of Di Ti that saved him. Di Ti doesn’t involve itself in human wars, thus it intervened with gold light, helping Lu Hong block this terrible strike.

Nevertheless, he had sustained severe injuries, with all his internal organs displaced.

"You’ve done enough for us! Stop it now, for God’s sake. I’d rather die in battle than watch you march to your death!" Red Fang and West Bo desperately pounded on the blood barrier. As a member of the Roland Knight Regiment, he could have walked away. Lu Hong not only didn’t leave but also stood between death and his comrades—how could these old soldiers not be moved?

Schultz took a deep breath, "You are a soldier worthy of respect, and we all have our masters. Please forgive me." Schultz might not be kind-hearted or selfless, but military life changes a man deeply, and Lu Hong equally deserved his admiration. If it weren’t for the military command he swore in front of Lord Falazun before deploying, Schultz genuinely wouldn’t have wanted to exploit someone’s misfortune.

"Come on, I don’t blame you." Lu Hong raised the Blood Holy Sword, and quickly, the encroaching soldiers overwhelmed him in their ranks.

A thin screen of blood separated life and death, Red Fang on the other side of the blood curtain screamed his lungs out, "Come on, bring it on! Spare him!"

The soldiers of the Independent Regiment also wailed, begging Lu Hong to withdraw the blood curtain.

But the blood curtain still stood firm, undiminished.

Blinks of blood light flashed through the crowd. Yes, Lu Hong was still alive; the Angry Blood Warrior was best at sustaining himself through battle. Although severely injured by the Seven Extremes Slash, incapable of using power beyond the Third Transition level, his Bloodthirst Skill still kept him from falling.

Two days passed, Lu Hong was drenched in blood, no longer distinguishing whose blood was spilled. The power of qi and blood absorbed by his Bloodthirst had long reached saturation, the expansion of power and containment of injury causing him unimaginable pain.

Schultz shivered, exhaling a cold breath. His arm had been severed by the enemy three hours ago. Nearly eighty thousand soldiers he had brought were now over eighty percent dead or injured, the remaining few also exhausted.

Underneath Lu Hong, corpses piled up like mountains, his presence akin to an everlastingly undefeatable War God, sadly devoid of a soul, merely persisted by a mere trace of will.

"Schultz!"

Suddenly, a rebuke came from the horizon: "Lord Rafa has long known you were unreliable and specifically commanded me to assist."

"Begili?" Schultz was shocked, turning back to see a powerful Snow Clan army advancing towards them.

"You haven’t captured this place in two days. Go back and await Lord’s punishment," Begili, seeing the corpses under Lu Hong, raged, "Who is he? To kill so many of my clan’s men?!"

With that, he drew his bow, firing an arrow as swift as a meteor across the sky.

"Stop it!" Schultz, as if possessed, recklessly stopped the arrow. With the long spear in his hand, he created a frost tornado to slow down the arrow, then personally blocked in front of it, taking Begili’s strike directly, rolling more than ten times before stopping.

"Are you out of your mind?!" Bejili yelled, "Do you know what you are doing?!"

"I know." Shauls responded with a bitter smile, "But I don’t want to see him just die like that."

Bejili harshly grabbed Shauls, "I think you’ve been brainwashed by the enemy! Recklessly sacrificing tens of thousands of lives from my clan, your very own arm has been cut off by the enemy, and now you are actually blocking arrows for him? Have you lost your mind?"

"This is a battle between him and me!" Shauls roared, "You do not need to interfere!"

"Ha!" Bejili slapped Shauls across the face, "Your ignorance has delayed our army’s opportunity for battle, truly a crime deserving death!"

"But he deserves respect! My clan admires warriors!" Shauls’s subordinates also shouted in unison, "Please let us fight him to the death!"

Facing the collective cry of Shauls’s remnants, Bejili dropped Shauls and scanned the circle, saying solemnly, "You have failed to secure the location on time, causing a delay in our battle opportunity. You all deserve to die, I grant your request, hoping you can defend the honor of my clan with your lives!"

"Thank you, General!"

Shauls also staggered to his feet, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, and said softly, "Thank you."

"You’re welcome, after all, we have been colleagues for a while, dying on the battlefield is the best fate for you." Bejili said solemnly, "But I can’t give you much time, I must take this place within half a day to open a path for the army’s advance."

"Enough." Shauls clenched his spear, turned around and cried out to Lu Hong, "Attack!"

"Attack!" Shauls’s remnants gathered their last courage and boldly charged forward.

Lu Hong, with a vacant gaze, fought amongst the crowd purely by instinct, spilling blood.

Bejili watched the decisive battle with a cold expression, knowing that Shauls and his men were bound to die; the enemy’s power was sufficient to exhaust them.

"General, shouldn’t we go forward to help?" Bejili’s Deputy General said solemnly, "After all, they are our good men."

"Didn’t you hear their request?!" Bejili rebuked, "The spirits of our ancestors will protect them."

"Yes." The Deputy General stepped back half a step, eyes fixed on the battlefield ahead.

After six full hours, Shauls’s troops were utterly annihilated by Lu Hong, who now knelt at Lu Hong’s feet, the Blood Holy Sword piercing through his chest, close to death.

"You... have won..." Shauls’s eyes lost their light as he collapsed thunderously.

"This man must be eliminated, or he will become a major threat to my clan!" Bejili, although not deeply acquainted with Shauls, at least shared some camaraderie from studying together; letting him defend his own honor was out of old affection. But he had a great aversion to Lu Hong, with thousands of soldiers hiding behind the blood curtain; it was clear, had it not been for this man, Shauls would have taken the field much earlier, how could it have come to this?

"Snipe from a distance!" Having seen Lu Hong’s prowess in close combat, Bejili decided to execute him with a long-range attack.

"Fire!" At the Deputy General’s command, a barrage of arrows whistled through the air. Lu Hong swung his dual swords incessantly, yet many arrows still pierced his body.

"Ahh!" The lone group’s soldiers howled, "Lord Tukuru, please remove the curtain, we are willing to die with you!"

"Don’t rush, it’ll be your turn once he’s dead." Bejili sneered, "None of you will escape."

"Keep firing, until he falls!" Bejili ordered again, and waves of arrows followed one after the other; Lu Hong, like a straw man target, his arms and legs already riddled with sharp arrows, yet his figure never fell.

Still standing!

Still standing!

Still standing!

Lu Hong was still not down!

"Damn it!" Bejili, watching as the sky darkened, grew increasingly anxious inside; if he couldn’t take this place by tomorrow morning, the enemy reinforcements would surely arrive.

"Draw your swords, charge!"