Infinite Terror: This Middle Continent is Rebellious

Chapter 303 Temujin: What have you protected?
"No, Genghis Khan didn't win either...it should be a draw, right?"

Zhan Lan used his mental power to scan and looked at the center of the battlefield, muttering to himself with an ambiguous attitude.

Genghis Khan was not defeated, and neither was Wen Lie. Both sides exerted all their strength, and after pouring out all their strength, colliding with each other and canceling each other out, they entered a state of confrontation.

"This is the first time I've eliminated any moves that would cause irreversible costs and used all my strength... Honestly, it feels great."

The deepest part of the tiankeng is the mantle layer, about 200 kilometers below the ground. The hot magma flows slowly like an underground river, emitting a dazzling red light.

Wen Lie's eyes flashed with excitement, like a hunter who saw a precious prey, not caring about the environment he was in.

His body stood in the middle of the river, sinking below the waist into the sticky magma. The boiling river water was divided by his body, flowing from both sides and slowly gathering in front.

His right hand was still holding Durandal's hilt, the tip of the holy sword was hanging towards the ground, and the blade still retained the afterglow of miracles that even magma could not cover.

The attack just now was a full-strength attack in the literal sense.

The ripples, the light of the mind, the strength, almost all of it was used up. If it wasn't for the superhuman body, exerting the strength to that extent would be enough to cause the fourth-level intermediate body to collapse.

As a result, Wen Lie is now unable to even use ripple qigong to stand on the magma.

Fortunately, his body was strong enough, and the boiling magma was like a hot bath to him.

More than ten meters ahead, a distance that could be crossed in one step, Temujin held the Canglang Knife in front of him, released a thin layer of knife energy, and the knife energy cut through the magma.

Fifty thousand elite Mongolian soldiers formed a battle formation behind him. All their skills were connected to each other, and with the Thunderbolt Golden Body of Wanfu Changshengtian, they formed a golden protective aura to resist the burning of the magma.

It looks like a majestic military scene, but upon closer inspection, it is actually tragic and sad.

Of the 50,000-strong army, less than one-fifth were alive, but their corpses were so stiff that they still maintained their original standing posture.

The armor of the thousands of surviving soldiers had long since turned to ashes, and tiny cracks spread on their skin like spider webs. The blood spurting from beneath their skin turned the unparalleled Mongolian cavalry into red blood men.

However, in comparison, Temujin's situation was much better than Wenlie's.

The Mongolian army used the power of the masses, both in attack and defense, and the injuries and consumption were distributed among everyone.

Although many died and could not withstand the attack, the living still had some strength left to fight.

"Reckless man! Idiot! Psychopath! Do you really have no taboos? Look at this Central Plains land! What on earth are you protecting?"

Temujin's face was pale and the wrinkles on his skin were deeper, as if he had aged ten years. However, his eyes were as bright as an eagle's, without any sign of old age.

He looked around, his lips trembling, an expression of shock and anger on his face.

The huge tiankeng, which was hundreds of miles in radius, made this overlord, who was determined to unify the world and had long regarded the Central Plains as his own, feel extremely heartbroken.

"puff!"

Feeling uneasy and unable to suppress his internal injuries, Temujin's pale face flushed with a hint of blood, and a large cloud of blood mist spewed out of his mouth.

Wen Lie said indifferently, "Don't worry. The Central Plains is vast, with many mountains, rivers, land, and people. It can support my strength. As for those that are destroyed, you might as well understand them as necessary sacrifices."

Temujin gripped the hilt of his Canglang Knife with both hands, glared at Wen Lie, and demanded loudly, "...Madman! What on earth are you doing here? Ahem...! Don't you intend to protect this land?"

Temujin coughed up blood while speaking, and at the same time he was using his blood power and the magical methods of the Nine Yin Scriptures to heal his injuries.

Wen Lie said, "Offense is the best defense. This little sacrifice is worth it if I can repel you. If I fail to stop you from occupying this land, then my destruction will be equivalent to victory."

"...Would you rather both sides suffer?"

Temujin slowly pulled out the Canglang Sword from the lava, his eyes as sharp as knives, staring at Wen Lie.

Tens of thousands of Mongolian soldiers also gathered their strength, ready to offer their last bit of strength to their emperor.

"Why not?"

Wen Lie smiled, and without moving, he put great pressure on Temujin and the Mongolian soldiers.

A double loss is better than a single win.

Wenlie clearly expressed his ideas to Temujin and the Mongolian soldiers.

"Ten Thousand Souls Eternal Heaven! Gather the souls!"

Temujin growled and unleashed a magical power that combined thousands of souls into one.

That was supposed to be a unique skill created a hundred years later by Wang Baobao through shamanic magic, but Temujin had created it earlier through the soul-capturing technique of the Nine Yin Scriptures.

In an instant, the corpses turned into ashes and scattered on the flowing magma layer.

Tens of thousands of souls rushed towards Temujin's body. As the souls merged into one, Temujin's aura surged, becoming even stronger than at the beginning of the war.

The mighty aura of the sky enveloped an area of ​​hundreds of miles. The substantial pressure squeezed the magma river from top to bottom, pushing away the long magma.

Wen Lie took a breath, but was unable to squeeze out much ripple energy from his blood.

Do you need to use a holy weapon?

A thought flashed through Wen Lie's mind.

At this moment, Temujin issued a military order.

"The whole army retreats!"

The loud voice echoed, ringing in the ears of the Mongolian soldiers and also in Wen Lie's ears.

With a knife raised to his chest and full of vigor, Wen Lie thought that Temujin was going to fight him to the death, but he didn't expect him to suddenly order a withdrawal.

For a moment, the Mongolian soldiers looked at each other in confusion.

But they all breathed a sigh of relief in their hearts.

They were willing to die for Temujin, but who wouldn't want to live if given the chance?
The Mongolian army quickly changed its formation from an attacking formation to a retreating formation. The light wind surrounded them, pushing them in the direction they came from.

Temujin's energy locked onto Wen Lie's body.

Once Wen Lie pursues him, he will order the army to change its formation.

They fought and retreated until they met up with the reinforcements outside Dasheng Pass.

However, Wen Lie did not stop him.

If he tries hard, he will definitely win.

If Temujin didn't intend to fight to the death, he wouldn't have the energy to pursue him.

Wen Lie stayed where he was, slowly closed his eyes, and savored the seven battles of the day.

From the sparring with Ouyang Feng at noon, to the duel with the Tianshen team in the evening, to the fight with the Mongolian army just now.

The seven battles benefited him a lot.

Wen Lie could feel that his subtle skills had improved and the light of his soul was gradually sublimating.

Somehow, the power of the ripples gave him a premonition.

Perhaps, before leaving the world of The Return of the Condor Heroes, he could find a way to reach the advanced fourth level.

"Even Temujin couldn't force out his strength?"

A few hundred meters away, a figure that had merged with the rock muttered to itself.

Zhao Zhuikong looked at Wen Lie with an empty and blank gaze. Not to mention murderous intent, his eyes did not reveal any emotion, and his heart was as calm as still water.

He was observing Wen Lie with his Mangekyō Sharingan.

No matter from which angle you look at it, Wen Lie's power has declined to the bottom, and even his physical strength has been exhausted. Any senior reincarnationist can kill Wen Lie now.

However, every time Zhao Zhuikong had the urge to take action, he would feel the crisis of death.

Wen Lie at this moment is more dangerous than at any other time.

Zhao Zhuikong had some guesses about this. The cloned Zhao Zhuikong had mentioned Wen Lie's abilities to him.

The axe, harp and bottle were enough for Wen Lie, who was at the third level, to kill two peak-level fourth-level warriors. However, when fighting with Temujin, Wen Lie never used these three powers.

Zhao Zhuikong had reason to suspect that Wen Lie was hiding his power to guard against him.

"..."

After thinking for a moment, Zhao Zhuikong gave up the intention of assassination and left the mantle layer quietly.

"Khan, we have been waiting here for a long time!"

Wen Lie did not have the strength to stop the Mongolian army, but that did not mean Temujin could bring the Mongolian army back intact.

Guo Jing, Zheng Zha, Hong Qigong, Qi Tengyi, Huang Yaoshi... the strong men from the Central Plains were in their prime without much loss, and they intercepted Temujin and the remnants of his defeated troops on the road to Dashengguan.

"Make way, or die!"

Temujin held the hilt of the sword with his right hand, and the Canglang Sword slowly unsheathed.

Along with the brief words, the low hum of the Canglang Knife cut through the night sky, as if the blade was about to fall on a person's throat, making the opposing people feel their scalps tingling.

"I will defend my country, even if I die, with no regrets. Great Khan, let's put an end to our past grievances today."

Guo Jing closed his eyes, and a surge of power flowed out of his body, causing his plain cloth clothes to swell. The profound and majestic aura of the master counteracted Temujin's domineering power.

Temujin's face was indifferent and he said no more. He raised his Canglang knife and pointed it forward.

"kill!"

At the command, there was an explosion like thunder and a landslide.

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

Tens of thousands of Mongolian soldiers responded in unison, their fighting spirit and murderous intent combined into an unstoppable and invincible military force, and they launched an attack with no retreat.

What strength could the Mongolian army, defeated by Wen Lie alone, have?
Most heroes in the Central Plains thought so, especially when they saw the injuries of these defeated soldiers, no one thought they would lose.

Everyone was in high spirits, with heroic smiles on their faces, as if they had already predetermined today's great victory, as if they had already seen the scene of Temujin being beheaded by the sword, as if they had already heard the cheers and praises of the people.

"Will you win?"

Qiu Chuji drew his sword and rushed forward, and heard the question from his disciple Zhao Zhijing.

"Will win!"

Qiu Chuji answered firmly.

"Today is the starting point for driving the Mongols back to the grasslands."

Achieve success today!
Hearing the master's answer, Zhao Zhijing's face lit up with radiance.

He activated the Golden Goose Skill, drew his sword from its sheath, and, using the Quanzhen sword technique he had cultivated for forty years, attacked the Mongolian soldiers.

"Ten Thousand Men of Eternal Life! Double Wolf Force!"

Suddenly, four teams of Mongolian soldiers formed a circular formation.

The internal force surged out of his body and transformed into two black wolves, which pounced on Zhao Zhijing.

The wolf's claw force collided with Zhao Zhijing's sword energy. The Mongolian soldiers, who were not taken seriously by Zhao Zhijing, burst out with the strength of first-class masters and defeated Zhao Zhijing's sword energy.

"what?"

Zhao Zhijing was shocked and immediately wanted to retreat.

But it's too late.

The other black wolf opened its bloody mouth, and its sharp force turned into sharp fangs, biting off Zhao Zhijing's head.

The headless corpse fell to the ground and was trampled by dozens of Mongolian soldiers. Qiu Chuji's eyes were bloodshot and he shouted urgently: "Zhi Jing!"

Not only Qiu Chuji, but also the surrounding martial arts heroes were shocked and angry.

No one could have imagined that Zhao Zhijing would die so quickly, and no one could have imagined that the Mongolian soldiers in this miserable state would have the strength to quickly kill the members of a major sect.

Qiu Chuji swung his sword, and the sharp sword energy slashed out, killing Zhao Zhijing's soldiers with domineering force. They had no power to resist under Qiu Chuji's sword.

In an instant, blood and flesh flew everywhere, and the sword energy chopped dozens of soldiers into pieces.

Standing among the flying pieces of flesh, Qiu Chuji drew his sword and looked around, feeling confused.

These soldiers don’t seem to have the strength to kill Zhijing quickly?
"kill!"

At this time, several more teams of ten people came rushing over.

Qiu Chuji raised his sword, and the powerful sword energy went straight for the head of the Mongolian soldier.

"Ten Thousand Men of Eternal Heaven! Thunderbolt Golden Body Style!"

The ten-man team quickly formed a battle array, shining with golden light, and the sword energy slashed at it, but failed to break it.

"Ten Thousand Men of Eternal Heaven! Arrow Power!"

After blocking Qiu Chuji's sword moves, the Mongolian soldiers quickly changed their formation under the order of the centurion, and their strength turned into arrows that were released towards Qiu Chuji through one body after another.

Qiu Chuji's eyes became fierce, and his long sword danced out sword flowers. The silver-glittering flowers were full of murderous intent. The arrow-like force penetrated into the heart of the flower, and turned into nothingness in an instant.

Immediately afterwards, Qiu Chuji leaped forward and swung his sword to fight back. The teams of ten men had no power to fight back and died under Qiu Chuji's sword in the blink of an eye.

"A last-ditch fight, a desperate struggle... Everyone, be careful! These Mongolian soldiers can only strike once, and they're fighting tooth and nail! They're risking their lives!"

Huang Rong's gaze swept across the faces of the Mongolian soldiers. Those faces were covered in blood and it was impossible to tell what their expressions were.

However, Huang Rong saw the determined determination to die in the soldiers' eyes!

People who lose their way out are often more dangerous than usual!

Zhao Zhijing was not the first to die, nor was he the last.

The badly wounded Mongolian soldiers were fighting desperately. They knew they could not hold on for long, so they used their lives to exchange for the lives of their enemies.

Teams of ten fell in pools of blood, and martial arts heroes died one after another beside the Mongolian soldiers. The Mongolian elite used their lives to make the heroes of the Central Plains finally understand that Wen Lie's ability to defeat the Mongolian army did not mean that the Mongolian army had really become weaker.

"The flying dragon is in the sky!"

Guo Jing jumped up, releasing all his strength, turning into a soaring dragon and pouncing towards Temujin, covering Temujin's entire body with his palm.

"Grassland Wolf, take my dog-beating stick technique!"

Hong Qigong picked up the bamboo stick and used the "No Dog in the World" move, and the shadows of the stick covered Temujin's body.

Ouyang Feng squatted on the ground, his face puffed up, and green light covered his whole body, like a toad.

As his legs bounced, his internal force was released in a jet-like manner, like a high-speed jet spiral drill bit blasting towards Temujin.

Huang Yaoshi and Master Yideng used their strength in their fingers, displaying their top-notch finger skills. They pointed their finger force at Temujin through the gap between the three of them.

The five great warriors joined forces and were determined to defeat Temujin in one fell swoop.

"Thousands of wolves and thousands of slaughters!"

Temujin only struck once.

The seemingly unsophisticated sword technique transformed into thousands of gray wolves that pounced towards Guo Jing and the others.

The powerful internal force, the domineering sword energy, and the unparalleled magic weapon are like a ferocious pack of wolves on the grassland, forcefully swallowing up the prey in front of them.

(End of this chapter)