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"Enemy attack!! Enemy attack!"

A soldier ran out of his tent in the distance and shouted twice. The poisonous fog hadn't even reached him yet, but his shouts had already alerted the surrounding area.

The entire military camp immediately sprang into action.

Countless torches were lit, and flames shone from all directions.

There was a commotion coming from countless tents; some were shouting, some were blowing horns, and some were banging gongs—it was complete chaos.

But the place where Wu Feng was was quiet.

There were no living people within thirty feet of him.

The dozens of tents were quiet, and the soldiers resting inside had all become experienced.

Scattered on the ground were countless clusters of light, shimmering with various colors under the firelight.

Wu Feng glanced at the system notification; in just a short while, he had killed over a thousand Liao soldiers.

The corners of his mouth turned up.

I'm tempted to test the limits of this Toad Kung Fu.

In the distance, the sound of orderly footsteps came from the direction of the center of the military camp.

Wu Feng looked up.

In the firelight, squads of soldiers poured out from the depths of the camp, clad in iron armor, wielding swords and spears, forming square formations, and pressed towards his direction.

The leader rode on horseback, followed by several generals in their armor, and behind them was a dense, dark array of infantry.

There are at least tens of thousands of people.

The general leading the troops was a man in his forties with a full beard, riding a tall black horse and carrying a long-handled broadsword.

He sat on his horse, gazing at the eerie red mist in the distance, his brows furrowed.

"What is that?" he asked the person next to him.

No one can answer that.

Wu Feng stood in the center of the poisonous fog, watching the formation of tens of thousands of people press forward.

The formation drew closer and closer.

The soldiers at the front rushed into the poisonous fog, but after taking only two steps, their pace slowed down.

Some people clutched their necks, some bent over, and some dropped the knives and guns in their hands.

"Cough cough cough—"

"I can't breathe—"

"My eyes—"

The soldiers in the front row fell one after another, and bursts of white light flashed one after another.

The soldiers behind, unaware of what was happening ahead, continued to push forward.

They trampled over their fallen comrades and rushed into the poisonous fog.

Then they fell down too.

One, two, ten, a hundred.

A thousand-man formation charged into the poisonous fog, and a thousand-man formation fell in the poisonous fog.

From the moment they charged in until they were all wiped out, it took less than twenty breaths.

Wu Feng stood there watching, his face expressionless, but he was indeed a little surprised.

Anyone below the second-rate martial artist level will die if they enter the poisonous fog.

There was no room for struggle.

The formations behind them stopped.

As the soldiers watched their comrades fall like wheat being harvested, no one dared to take another step forward.

Some people backed away, some trembled with their knives, and some turned pale with their lips shaking.

The general leading the troops reined in his horse, his face ashen.

He watched as his thousand-strong vanguard charged in, and not a single one of them came out.

"What kind of sorcery is this?" he gritted his teeth, the voice squeezed out from his throat.

A lieutenant beside him, his face pale, whispered, "General, perhaps we should retreat..."

"Fire!" The general ignored him and gave the order directly, "Shoot him dead!"

The archers behind were already prepared, and upon hearing the command, they all drew their bows and fired their arrows.

Thousands of arrows flew up from behind the formation, whistling through the air, and rained down on Wu Feng.

The arrows were so dense they looked like rain, obscuring half the sky.

Wu Feng's lips curled up.

He lightly touched the ground with his foot and darted away.

When Lingbo Weibu is activated at full power, its speed is faster than an arrow.

The arrows landed where he had just stood, embedded in the ground, densely packed like grass.

He had already charged into the archers' formation.

The poisonous mist from the toad moved with him, and wherever it passed, soldiers fell in droves.

The poison gas from the toads alone killed these soldiers instantly.

The archers didn't even have time to run; as soon as the poisonous fog enveloped them, they fell to the ground.

Someone threw down the bow, turned and ran, but collapsed to the ground after a few steps.

Someone knelt down and kowtowed, and after the third kowtow, they collapsed.

White light flashed incessantly in the crowd, and kill notifications appeared one after another in a continuous stream of white light.

The general on the other side changed his expression drastically.

"Oh no, it's poisonous!"

He seemed to have discovered something and immediately began to circulate his internal energy to resist the poison gas.

Internal energy circulated within the meridians, attempting to expel the poisonous gas.

However, his internal energy was completely unable to resist the poisonous gas.

Within seconds, the bearded general's face turned purplish-red, his lips turned black, and his eyes became bloodshot.

He gritted his teeth, trying to hold on a little longer.

Blood began to flow from all seven orifices.

First the nose, then the ears, then the eyes, and finally the corners of the mouth.

The blood was black and viscous, flowing down her cheeks.

He fell off his horse, crashed to the ground, twitched twice, and then lay still.

A flash of white light.

The lieutenants behind him didn't last long either, falling one after another.

Some used their internal energy to resist, managing to hold on for a few seconds.

Some people collapsed on the spot after inhaling a puff of the poisonous fog.

Wu Feng stood with his hands behind his back, looking at the group of fallen generals.

"Even second-rate martial artists can't resist this poison gas?"

The one who died the slowest was the bearded general, who was the strongest, and he lasted less than ten seconds.

The other centurions, chiliarchs, and lieutenants took three to five seconds, and some took one or two seconds.

In the face of the Toad's poisonous mist, the difference between a second-rate martial artist and an ordinary soldier is merely a matter of taking a few more breaths.

This Toad Technique is too domineering.

As expected of the ultimate skill revealed by the Mangku Zhuha, it is truly a unique and extraordinary poison.

Wu Feng sighed with emotion.

The archers and soldiers in the distance saw that their commander was dead and began to run away.

Some threw away their bows, some threw away their quiver, threw away their weapons, and some even took off their helmets and threw them on the ground, running even faster.

But Wu Feng had no intention of letting them escape.

He lightly touched the ground with his foot and darted away.

The poisonous mist from the toad moved with him, like a red cloud, chasing after the fleeing soldiers.

If you're covered by the poisonous fog, you'll collapse after running three steps.

He will die within ten steps.

Wu Feng chased after the group of archers for several dozen feet, and several hundred more corpses appeared in the area shrouded in poisonous fog.

The remaining soldiers had completely broken down.

Some people knelt on the ground and kowtowed, shouting, "Great Immortal, spare my life! Great Immortal, spare my life!"

Some people threw down their weapons, raised their hands, and their faces were as white as paper.

The formation in the distance also began to disperse.

With the commander-in-chief dead and the deputy commander dead, there was no one to command them, and the soldiers didn't know who to listen to.

Some ran towards the camp gate, some climbed over the fence, and some ran deeper into the camp.

There were shouts, cries, and footsteps everywhere; it was complete chaos.

Wu Feng heard countless prompts to surrender.

Liao soldiers have surrendered to you. Do you accept their surrender?

Liao soldiers have surrendered to you. Do you accept their surrender?

Liao soldiers have surrendered to you. Do you accept their surrender?

He glanced around and saw that there were at least a thousand people kneeling on the ground within a radius of a hundred feet.

Further away, more people were running this way, not to fight, but to surrender.

Wu Feng put away the poisonous mist from the toad.

This thing consumes real energy every second, and quite a lot of it.

In just a short while, he had already consumed nearly 50% of his true energy.

It can't be used for long, but killing monsters is really fun.

Once you've used up your true energy, find a place to recover so you can continue killing.

This Toad Technique is indeed unbeatable when it comes to killing monsters.

He glanced at his Qi bar; it was more than half full, enough for him, but there was no need to waste it.

Wu Feng stood on the open ground, looking at the mass of surrendered soldiers kneeling before him, and his lips twitched.

This can be described as the largest-scale surrender attempt.

They actually managed to recruit tens of thousands of soldiers.

The number of people he killed with the poisonous mist from the toad he just used was roughly estimated to be three or four thousand.

The rest either ran away or surrendered.