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Chapter 853 Yang Jian's Strength

Eastern defense.

Gao Shun stood on the top of the peak, looking at the black waves ahead.

The black wave is still vast and makes people feel hopeless. At a glance, until the intersection of heaven and earth, there are black fierce beasts.

And below the mountain peak, layers of corpses have already filled the mountain. The scarlet flesh and black carapace are mixed together, and it seems to be flush with the peak.

The strong smell of blood and rotting, together with the smell of burnt paste permeated the surroundings.

This crueler-than-hell scene gives people a feeling of suffocation.

But even so, the battle still continued.

Below, countless tall war gods of organs, covered with black liquid, attacked the black ones again and again.

The exhausted soldiers clenched their swords tightly, fighting with scarlet eyes.

"Juyang!"

A hoarse roar resounded through the mountain peak, but the rising flames were still raging, swarming out like dragons.

The roar was continuous, and bright flame flowers appeared in the black waves.

"Ten days!"

Gao Shun looked indifferently at the battlefield below, and said in a dry voice.

It has been ten days since the fierce beast attacked.

More than 3 million soldiers were completely buried in the sea of ​​corpses and blood below.

Even the Holy Army killed more than 30.

At this time, all the soldiers on the battlefield fell into madness. They were just killing instinctively. Perhaps they had become like beasts.

"General Qi, support is here!" The orderly came to the front with a tired face and said.

"How many are here?" Gao Shun asked flatly.

"Less than 300 people, led by Xiansheng Zhenjun." The messenger said.

Hearing this, Gao Shun's eyes fluctuated slightly, and he said, "Please come here."

After a while, Yang Jian led a group of masters to the peak.

Seeing the tragic battle scene, everyone showed horror on their faces.

"The last general Gao Shun pays homage to Xiansheng Zhenjun!"

Gao Shun bowed his hands to Yang Jian.

Yang Jian nodded, his eyes swept over the surrounding soldiers, his face was heavy.

The holy army here has been supporting the battlefield below from a distance, and has not directly participated in the close combat, but even so, each of them looks extremely weak, and the tiredness on their faces is hard to hide.

In ten days, they released no less than [-] flaming formations, even with the support of spiritual rice and elixirs, they were drained dry.

"Can you still block it?" Yang Jian asked in a deep voice.

"It's hard!"

Gao Shun took a deep breath and said: "The soldiers have reached the point where they are running out of fuel. It is very difficult to resist now, and the ten-day battle has brought the morale of all the soldiers to the bottom. If they continue to fight, they are likely to die. collapse!"

"Even if reinforcements come, it will be difficult to hold this line of defense!"

Gao Shun's eyes were full of silence.

It was the toughest fight he had ever fought, harder than he had expected.

Leaving aside the heavy casualties, the key is that it took too long.

The psychological pressure alone is enough to crush all soldiers.

Yang Jian's eyes darkened slightly. Before he came, he had already learned about the situation on the front line. He knew that the battle on the front line was very tragic, but now he found that it was several times more tragic than he expected.

Gao Shun's side is pretty good, after all, there are [-] organ troops, which can relieve a lot of pressure.

The other lines of defense are more difficult than here, almost filled with the lives of the soldiers.

In ten days, the lives of nearly 20 million soldiers of the entire Tongdao League have been filled on Qinghan Mountain.

The cruelty on the battlefield can be imagined.

This is just the alliance of the same way, don't forget that there are also the League of Salvation and the League of Pilgrimage.

Their defense line is three times that of Tongdaomeng, and the number of soldiers participating in the battle is much more than that of Tongdaomeng.

Yang Jian looked at the battle below, his eyes slowly moving towards the northern sky.

"Have they always been like this?"

Suddenly, Yang Jian asked.

"Hmm!" Gao Shun was a little puzzled, not knowing why Yang Jian asked.

Yang Jian asked again: "A hundred miles away, have those beasts been dormant all this time?"

Gao Shun looked towards the north in a daze, but unfortunately he couldn't see the situation a hundred miles away.

"It shouldn't be!"

He said with some uncertainty.

Yang Jian frowned slightly, and suddenly opened the third eye on his forehead, looking at the northern sky.

Hundreds of miles away, those fierce beasts did not attack, but all hibernated on the ground, and these fierce beasts that launched the attack did not seem to be as eager as imagined, and the only ones that really attacked were the fierce beasts within a dozen miles of the front line.

"The opponent doesn't seem to want to break through our defense line, but has been consuming us all the time!" Yang Jian said softly.

"Consumption!" Gao Shun frowned.

He hadn't noticed this situation before, but in retrospect, he also found something wrong.

For ten days, they have been desperately resisting the impact of the wave of ferocious beasts, but can this wave of ferocious beasts really fail to tear through their defenses?

Gao Shun looked down at the battlefield below and saw the ferocious beasts, his pupils trembled.

"No, the number of beasts seems to be much less than before!"

He finally realized something was wrong.

At this time, the ferocious beasts on the battlefield below are still densely packed, and they seem to be the same as before, but if you look closely, you will find that the number is much smaller than before.

On the first day of the battle, the ferocious beasts were layered on top of each other, not just covering the ground, some of the ferocious beasts even stepped on one by one to rush over, but there are almost no such cases now.

"But why did it decrease!" Gao Shun was a little puzzled.

There are still countless ferocious beasts ahead, why are there so many less ferocious beasts coming to attack?

Yang Jian still used his eyes to observe the situation hundreds of miles away, and said, "Maybe they don't want to break through our defense."

Gao Shun rubbed his eyebrows wearily.

The opponent didn't want to break through their defense line. This may sound absurd, but it is not impossible.

"What is their purpose?"

Gao Shun asked.

"I don't know." Yang Jian said simply shaking his head.

How did he know what kind of plans the other party's demons had.

"However, just go catch a demon and ask."

As soon as the words fell, Yang Jian's figure turned into a stream of light and flew towards the northern sky.

The easiest way to know the other party's situation is to ask it from the other party's mouth.

And he happened to find the figures of two demons, how could he let go of the tongue that came to his door?
In the northern part of Qinghan Mountain, Zizai Mozu and Letian Mozun stood in mid-air.

Below them, there is an extremely strange formation.

Tall stone pillars were inserted into the ground one by one, and a strange aura permeated.

The gray breath drifted from the mountains in the south, and finally disappeared into the stone forest.

And in the center of the stone forest is a dark deep pool, in which black mist billows faintly, and there seems to be black water ripples.

They are collecting the images of troubles on the battlefield, attracting the fear, anger, and despair of the soldiers through the magic circle, and then transforming the power of these thoughts into images of troubles through the black pool in the middle.

The real appearance of troubles is like black crystals, which are a kind of pure energy body of thoughts.

At this time, under the black pool, there are already piles of signs of troubles. In just ten days, they have collected hundreds of thousands of signs of troubles. This is definitely a huge harvest for them.

"Hey, the opposite side is getting worse and worse. The evil thoughts generated in the past two days are actually not half of what they were in the past few days." Le Tian Mozun said a little dissatisfied.

Mozun Zizai glanced down at the black pool below, and said, "No hurry, we are going to put some pressure on them and ask them to call in more troops, and if it doesn't work, break through their defenses and make them nervous."

"Haha, that's a good idea." Lotte Mozun laughed.

At this moment, Mozun Zizai suddenly raised his head and looked forward.

"There is a strong breath coming!"

He said solemnly.

Le Tian Mozun also noticed it, but he was not nervous, he just looked at the golden streamer flying forward.

The golden streamer streaked across the sky and landed in front of them. It was none other than Yang Jian.

"Demon Race!" Yang Jian looked at the two of them, but the sky eyes between his brows had already swept towards the strange magic circle below.

With just one glance, he could clearly see the evil thoughts pervading in the magic circle, and at the same time, he also noticed the appearance of troubles in the black pool.

Although he didn't know what these things were for, he knew it was definitely not a good thing.

"It's interesting, how dare you rush here alone!" Le Tian Mozun looked at Yang Jian, with a cruel smile on his blue-black face.

Perhaps in his opinion, Yang Jian came here alone, just looking for death.

"Be careful, this person's aura is unfathomable." Mozun Zizai reminded very cautiously.

And Yang Jian withdrew his sky eyes, and focused on the two Demon Lords.

With a slight flick of the three-pointed two-edged knife in his hand, the sharp edge of the blade pointed directly at the two of them.

Without unnecessary nonsense, he leapt forward and flew towards the two of them.

The divine edge slashed down, and slashed straight at Le Tian Mozun.

Demon Lord Lotte and Demon Zizai didn't seem to expect Yang Jian to attack without saying a word.

In desperation, the two quickly took out their weapons to meet Yang Jian's divine front.

Le Tian Mozun held a black iron rod, and the strong magic thought was wrapped on the iron rod, flying in the air like wisps of smoke.

Mozun Zizai held a giant long-handled ax in both hands, and swung it violently. Immediately, the wind howled, the devil's air flowed, and scarlet blood rushed to the sky.

bang~~
The three weapons collided, and Yang Jian's body was suddenly stopped, while Le Tian Mozun and Zizai Mozun slammed down like a cannonball.

In the first contact between the two sides, Yang Jian defeated the two demon kings with one against two.

Le Tian Mozun and Zizai Mozun landed in the magic circle below, stabilized their figures, and looked at each other with dignified expressions.

Obviously, Yang Jian's strength made them have to pay attention to it.

(End of this chapter)