Chapter 485: Chapter 483: Mo Yi of the Di Ming Sect, A Shocking Battle!
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domineering laugh echoed across the heavens, its reverberations filling the vast sky. The crimson glow in Zi Huo’s fiery gaze flickered with a trace of coldness.
He took a firm step forward, his gaze fixed on the figures hovering in the distant sky. Despite the current unfavorable situation, Zi Huo’s voice remained unwavering, devoid of even the slightest tremor.
Since his leader entrusted the Yuan Manor to him, he had long harbored the resolve to die for its cause. Facing a dire predicament like this, fear was something he simply did not possess. "Yuan Manor has warriors who die on the battlefield, but it knows no cowards who flee in surrender."
Jian Zun Zhe stood proudly in the air, the blade in his hand gleaming with a chilling light. Hearing Zi Huo’s declaration, he let out a faint sigh.
"Ah... If that’s the case, then this old man won’t hold back. After all, your manor lord... is that little bastard!"
As he spoke, the old man’s eyes grew fierce, revealing a sinister expression brimming with killing intent.
Ever since learning that Ice River Valley had fallen at Mo Yu’s hands, unease and even a faint sense of fear had taken root in Jian Zun Zhe’s heart.
After all, in terms of strength, Ice River Valley, one of the Three Valleys, had been far stronger than his Ten Thousand Sword Pavilion.
Back then, his attempt to kill Mo Yu had failed, and enmity was forged between the two. With Mo Yu’s meteoric rise now unstoppable, Jian Zun Zhe’s murderous intent had only grown.
Thus, under the mediation of Master Zhu Jian, he had agreed to form the Western Alliance with the sole purpose of crushing Mo Yu.
"Activate the formation!"
Hearing Jian Zun Zhe insult Mo Yu, Zi Huo’s expression darkened with anger. His voice rang out in a cold and commanding roar.
"Yes!"
Responding to Zi Huo’s shout, a chorus of deep voices resounded around him. Soon, the skies outside the fortress quivered slightly, and a massive energy barrier emerged, enveloping the entire fortress and standing tall between the two factions.
"Crossbow units, ready!"
Zi Huo barked again, and the creaking sound of crossbows being drawn reverberated through the air. Massive ballistae, each towering seven or eight meters high, were swiftly loaded by teams of soldiers.
The enormous, two-meter-long bolts glimmered with a cold and deadly sheen.
These ballista bolts, crafted by the Artifact Alliance using specialized materials, were equivalent to sixth-tier weapons and required enormous resources to produce.
When operated by warriors of Dou Ling strength, their destructive power was immense, capable of piercing even Dou Huang experts and pinning them helplessly to the ground.
"Jian Zun Zhe, stop wasting time. Today, the Jade Gate Fortress must fall, and the Western Region will be ours. If that brat doesn’t show up, we’ll dig him out from wherever he hides!"
A cold, eerie voice suddenly rang out behind Jian Zun Zhe.
Turning his head, Jian Zun Zhe’s gaze landed on the speaker.
It was a black-robed elder who stood calmly in mid-air. Although his appearance seemed ordinary, the overwhelming aura emanating from him was anything but. In fact, it was even more intimidating than that of Jian Zun Zhe himself.
"Mo Yi, the Sect Master of the Di Ming Sect!"
The Yuan Manor allied forces in the Jade Gate Fortress immediately stiffened upon recognizing the elder, their expressions turning grave with tension.
The Western Alliance was formed by the Ten Thousand Sword Pavilion and the Di Ming Sect as its foundation, bolstered by the influence of Master Zhu Jian, an eighth-grade weapon refiner. The alliance had also absorbed dozens of sects and clans, creating an immense coalition.
Although the Western Alliance likely had over ten Dou Zun experts now, Jian Zun Zhe and Mo Yi of the Di Ming Sect undoubtedly stood as its two central pillars.
With these two powerhouses gathered, it seemed the Western Alliance was truly determined to raze the Jade Gate Fortress to the ground.
"Rest assured, Sect Master Mo. The Yuan Manor is nothing more than a trapped beast at this point. Their feeble forces are inconsequential. The fall of Jade Gate Fortress is imminent."
Jian Zun Zhe brushed the length of his blade, his tone indifferent.
Though they were allies in the Western Alliance, his relationship with Mo Yi was far from cordial.
For Jian Zun Zhe, the Western Alliance was merely a means to counter Mo Yu and protect himself. This was also Master Zhu Jian’s original intention when drawing Jian Zun Zhe into the alliance.
But Mo Yi, despite his previous conflicts with Mo Yu, hadn’t reached a life-or-death enmity with him. The Di Ming Sect’s motives for joining the alliance had always been suspect.
Jian Zun Zhe naturally had his own suspicions. He believed the Di Ming Sect joined the alliance solely to seize control of it and fulfill Mo Yi’s ambitions for dominance.
Thus, he held little regard for Mo Yi. After all, the Di Ming Sect was only one of the lower-tier sects under the Tian Ming Sect. To think they could rule the Western Region was nothing short of a delusion.
"If Jian Zun Zhe is confident in taking down the Jade Gate Fortress, so be it."
Mo Yi gave him a glance, seemingly reading his thoughts. A faint mockery flashed in his heart.
One of the Four Pavilion Lords, reduced to such a state by a mere young upstart. What a disgrace.
Mo Yi had also investigated the events surrounding Mo Yu’s destruction of Ice River Valley in the Central Region. The young man had merely relied on some extraordinarily peculiar method.
Such a method, though unknown, could not be used repeatedly.
In that case, a mere Dou Zong-level youth, even as an eighth-grade weapon refiner, was no real threat!
Once Jade Gate Fortress fell and Mo Yu was captured, the Western Alliance could become his stepping stone to dominate the Western Region.
In a few decades, with the accumulation of resources, he might even elevate the Di Ming Sect to stand on equal footing with the Tian Ming Sect!
Unbothered by Mo Yi’s schemes, Jian Zun Zhe raised his gaze to the imposing defensive barrier above the fortress. After a brief pause, his sword shot upward, and his aged voice thundered across the battlefield.
"All troops, heed my command: attack! Level the Jade Gate Fortress!"
"Kill!"
With Jian Zun Zhe’s shout, a deafening battle cry erupted from the Western Alliance army outside the fortress.
The earth trembled violently as the endless sea of soldiers surged forward like a tidal wave, brimming with murderous intent as they charged toward the fortress.
Amidst the overwhelming killing intent that filled the air, the defenders atop the fortress walls tightened their grips on their weapons, their expressions growing tense.
"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"
As the enemy lines advanced like a torrent, the fortress erupted in a chorus of sharp whistling sounds.
Massive ballista bolts shot out like dark clouds, raining down upon the Western Alliance forces. The battlefield was immediately filled with anguished cries as the bolts pinned soldiers to the ground, their blood staining the earth.
Standing atop the city walls, Zi Huo watched the Western Alliance forces, now littered with corpses from the ballista bolts. His crimson eyes showed no trace of emotion.
Slowly raising his head, he gazed at the sky. Above, nearly a hundred figures stood suspended midair. Behind these airborne individuals, a dense array of Dou Wang and Dou Huang powerhouses flapped their Dou Qi wings. This airborne force was what struck fear into people’s hearts.
"Attack! Break the energy barrier!"
Mo Yi glanced at the troops below, who were being held back so effectively that they couldn’t breach the hundred-zhang perimeter of the fortress. His face showed no sign of regret. To him, the ground forces—those who hadn’t even reached the Dou Wang level—were nothing more than cannon fodder. The true threat to the allied forces of the Yuan Manor lay in the elites dominating the skies.
With a wave of Mo Yi’s hand, the strong aerial force began to form a semicircular formation, swiftly advancing toward the fortress.
At a certain moment, under a loud command, powerful beams of Dou Qi surged across the sky, roaring as they converged and bombarded the energy barrier.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
Countless Dou Qi attacks exploded against the barrier, causing ripples to spread continuously across its surface.
"Archers, redirect your aim! Stronger fighters above Dou Wang, counterattack and reinforce the energy barrier!"
Faced with the tidal wave of attacks from the Western Alliance, Xiao Li, standing beside Zi Huo, issued commands with a calm yet commanding tone, embodying the demeanor of a seasoned general.
Once the second son of Xiao Clan from Wu Tan City and the vice leader of the Desert Iron Mercenary Group, Xiao Li had grown into a formidable figure, capable of holding his ground even in Central Plains.
"Whoosh! Whoosh!"
At Xiao Li’s order, the massive specialized crossbows shifted their targets. A dense swarm of arrows blackened the sky, screaming through the air toward the advancing powerhouses of the Western Alliance.
"Ah!"
Even with their considerable skill, many of these airborne combatants couldn’t evade the onslaught of arrows, their bodies pierced before they plummeted to the ground like broken kites.
The bloodbath ignited a fierce battle frenzy on both sides. Dou Qi beams clashed relentlessly in the air, creating a chaotic spectacle of destruction.
"Boom! Boom!"
The continuous bombardment on the energy barrier intensified the ripples across its surface. However, the barrier’s defense caused far greater losses for the Western Alliance’s forces compared to the Yuan Manor.
"Enough wasting time," Mo Yi muttered, his gaze fixed on the barrier’s fluctuations. He smirked faintly and formed an intricate hand seal.
The true strength of the Western Alliance, which had swept across nearly half of the Western Region, lay not in their Dou Wang or Dou Huang fighters but in their Dou Zong and Dou Zun powerhouses.
As Mo Yi’s hand seal took effect, the sands behind him parted, revealing nearly a hundred figures.
At the forefront of these figures stood about ten individuals whose overwhelming auras caused the very air to tremble.
Ten Dou Zun powerhouses!
The emergence of these individuals caused even Zi Huo and the others on the fortress walls to pale. These were the figures who would determine the battle’s outcome.
Excluding Zi Huo, Xiao Yixian, and Qing Lin—three Dou Zun powerhouses—the Yuan Manor only had Ma Chen, Tie Jian Zun Zhe, and a lone Dou Zun from the hidden Dongfang Clan unwilling to bow to the Western Alliance. In total, they had six Dou Zun combatants.
Meanwhile, the Western Alliance, with the addition of Jian Zun Zhe and Mo Yi himself, boasted twelve Dou Zun powerhouses—double their number!
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
The hundred figures advanced steadily through the void, their overwhelming presence detonating any arrows that neared within a hundred-zhang radius.
"Charge!"
When they were mere hundreds of zhang from the fortress, the hundred figures came to a halt. In unison, they roared, their collective Dou Qi surging out like a tidal wave, coalescing into a massive thousand-zhang energy beast in the sky.
The energy beast, exhaling two streams of mist dozens of zhang long, stepped forward through the void. Amid countless horrified gazes, it charged ferociously toward the fortress’s energy barrier.
Though the fortress retaliated with fierce counterattacks aimed at the energy beast, they failed to hinder its advance.
The beast roared across the sky, enduring relentless attacks, and finally slammed into the barrier under the pale-faced gazes of the Yuan Manor’s forces.
"Boom!"
The moment of impact caused the entire battlefield to fall eerily silent, as if the heavens and earth had frozen. Then, the massive fortress began to tremble violently.
Rippling waves of energy spread rapidly from the point of collision. In a deafening explosion, the energy barrier shattered into pieces under the stunned eyes of all present.
As the barrier crumbled, Zi Huo stepped forward, his Lion Army following closely behind with overwhelming killing intent, their aura no weaker than that of a Dou Zun powerhouse.
The situation had reached its most critical juncture. Zi Huo’s bloodshot eyes brimmed with murderous resolve as his icy voice echoed across the fortress walls.
"For the Manor Lord, fight to the death!"
"Roar!"
"Fight to the death!"
The chilling cry instantly ignited a fervor in every Yuan Manor soldier. A shiver of excitement spread from deep within their hearts, transforming into a collective roar that resounded across the heavens.
The name Mo Yu had become a spiritual symbol within the Yuan Manor. Hearing this name, every Yuan Manor soldier charged forward without hesitation.
Even those from other forces who weren’t familiar with Mo Yu couldn’t remain unaffected by the sheer determination of the Yuan Manor warriors.
The Western Alliance, ever since its inception, had rampaged through the Western Region, leaving behind countless grudges and rivers of blood.
Those who refused to submit to them not only sought to avoid surrender but also harbored deep-seated vendettas against the alliance.
Now, in this moment of life-and-death battle, retreat was not an option!
"Attack!"
The Dou Zun powerhouse of the Dongfang Clan roared in rage before charging into the fray against the advancing Western Alliance forces.
"Kill!"
From the sky, Mo Yi’s face twisted into a sinister grin as he commanded, "Attack!"
With his command, the countless Dou Wang and Dou Huang powerhouses, previously held at bay, now surged forward like a violent storm, crashing against the fortress walls.
An earth-shattering battle had begun!
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