The Star River Era! The Dimensional Freedom Demon

The moment Ji Chen led his cavalry out of the city gate.

The battle suddenly reached its climax.

First, the troops originally intended for attacking the city were forced to change formation, attempting to form a defensive array to intercept Ji Chen's offensive.

Then the central army changed formation, with shield bearers stepping out from the ranks, spearmen forming ranks behind them, and the main tent disappearing into the shadows.

Ji Chen ignored them all and let them change positions, focusing only on the location of the central command tent and charging straight ahead.

Even if the admiral changes his location and hides, that place will still be the easiest weak point to find.

It was as if a great fortune had descended upon an ancient battlefield.

With astonishing strength and momentum, Ji Chen swung his spear, sending mangled bodies flying and exploding into clouds of blood mist in the air.

A skilled martial arts general in red armor attempted to retaliate, thrusting his spear at Ji Chen's unarmored body.

With a clang.

The spear was bent by the immense force, and the kinetic energy accumulated by the warhorse surged up all at once. The general holding the spear felt a numbness in his hand, and the bent spear snapped back into the air with a whoosh.

Then the gun pointed downwards and pierced through some unfortunate, nameless man.

Ji Chen's momentum paused slightly, but his warhorse regrouped and continued charging straight into the army formation.

On the way, Ji Chen casually shot and killed the red-armored general who had just attacked.

At this point, they were less than 500 meters from Qingting's central army formation.

After blasting away more than a dozen people who were blocking Ji Chen's way, Ji Chen flicked his spear, and the blood on it shot out like a barrage of arrows, striking the shields of the front ranks of the central army with considerable force.

By this time, Ji Chen had changed two warhorses; the previous two had either had their legs cut off and died from the fall.

Or the horse might be pierced through the belly by an arrow, causing its internal organs to rupture and die.

But their deaths were not in vain. The entire army of 10,000 men used to attack the city was decimated by his forces and scattered in all directions.

Ji Chen watched as the fleeing soldiers crumbled and tried to enter the battle formation, only to be mercilessly stabbed to death by the spearmen behind him.

Ji Chen was not surprised by this.

He spent five minutes getting the charging formation in order, then let out a roar.

This roar, carrying the force of a broken army, seemed to transform the spiritual realm into divine might, forcing the enemy formation to retreat in disarray.

Taking advantage of this opening, Ji Chen crashed into the army formation.

The moment they charged into the formation, it was as if a boulder had crashed into an anthill.

The shield bearers at the front were sent flying into the air along with their shields, their rattan shields shattered, and their bronze shields were curled and deformed like paper.

Amidst the sickening metallic clanging, Ji Chen burst into the ranks of soldiers protected by shield bearers.

Wherever the gleaming silver spear swept, the spearmen were like stalks of wheat cut down by a sickle, the sounds of breaking weapons and shattering bones mingling into a chilling crunch.

The spearmen on both sides tried to pierce Ji Chen with their lances, but the unyielding Ji Chen tumbled them and their men over three meters away.

But their resistance still yielded some results.

Ji Chen's horse was pierced through.

Ji Chen dismounted expressionlessly, spear held horizontally, and with a roar, he forcefully pushed against the wall of people in front of him with unparalleled strength.

March forward! Charge!

His pace quickened, and he charged forward with the four-eyed soldier whose eyes were practically bulging out of their sockets, his head held high by a spear.

During this process, martial arts masters from both sides suddenly attacked, smashing vajras and striking with withered palms.

But they couldn't even break through his defenses. He could close his eyes and even if they tried to use dirty tricks to hit his vital points, he would act as if nothing had happened.

Subsequently, these exposed martial arts masters, even without Ji Chenteng's intervention, could not escape the slaughter by his personal guards.

Ji Chen kept his eyes closed and continued pushing the human wall.

The soldiers in the rear formation were still unaware of what was happening when they saw the soldiers in front of them retreating rapidly.

Upon seeing this, the supervising team hardened their hearts and rushed forward to kill.

But what seemed to make their legs go weak was that the "deserters" who should have been killed seemed unaffected and continued to retreat.

Then, run them over.

Ji Chen's arms bulged with muscles as he pushed the dense wall of people forward, crushing them.

Those crushed bodies became living shields, forcing the rear army to retreat step by step.

Suddenly, he touched something sticky in his palm.

The four soldiers on the gun had long been squeezed into pieces of flesh, their purplish-blue heads hanging precariously on their seemingly boneless skin.

The ground beneath their feet was already soaked with the blood squeezed out of them, and every step they took stirred up crimson mud.

The resistance ahead increased sharply, and the long spear lying horizontally in front of it had become a heavy dam of flesh and blood.

"break!"

Ji Chen lowered his waist and exerted force, the shockwave bursting forth from his palms like a raging torrent. The force traveled along the bones and tendons of the human wall, exploding with a deafening roar at the densest point of the military formation.

"Boom!"

Dozens of corpses exploded at the same time, and the shattered bones and flesh poured down like a torrential rain. Before the soldiers in the rear could react, they were drenched in blood, and some even had their face armor pierced by flying rib fragments!

Ji Chen gripped the gun handle and swept it left and right, completely breaking the human wall, which crashed onto the two armies on the left and right.

Ji Chen then snatched a horse from a soldier and charged forward through the blood and flesh cleared by the explosion of the human wall.

At this moment, everyone was so shocked by Ji Chen's earth-shattering act that their legs went weak, as if they were facing a terrifying demon.

As the sun rises and thunder roars, a fierce and domineering spiritual domain sweeps across all directions.

Instantly, wherever Ji Chen looked, Qing Ting's troops turned into lambs, allowing him to slaughter them at will.

Ji Chen spurred his horse up the high slope and suddenly pulled on the reins.

The warhorse reared up, its long neigh echoing across the battlefield. He looked down at the surroundings from his high vantage point, his gaze as intimidating as thunder.

Wherever his gaze fell, no one dared to look him in the eye; they instinctively bowed their heads in submission.

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The admiral was rather uneasy. Since he came down from the high ground, his grasp of the situation had greatly diminished, and he could only rely on his subordinates to relay messages.

However, he just retreated in a panic, and a considerable number of generals were unaware of his change of location, which created a loophole in the exchange of intelligence.

"Why hasn't General Qian sent a message yet?"

"Where is General Tian? Didn't he just say that the bandit Ji had already reached the middle of the army's formation?"

"Where is he? Is he already dead?!"

The admiral let out an uneasy roar, and his attendants all lowered their heads, afraid of offending him.

The admiral strolled up to the three martial arts expert bodyguards and uttered what was probably the umpteenth question he'd received that day:

"Masters, is it truly true that the bandit Ji was unable to break through our army?"

The head monk of Shaolin Temple uttered a Buddhist chant and said helplessly:

"My lord, patience is key. With you directing the army, our armored soldiers will fight without fear of death. How can this enemy possibly break through our lines?"

The yellow-robed lama also advised:

"My lord, there is no need to worry. This time is different from Luling. We disciples are all here. Even if a grandmaster were here, there would be no way to break through the formation at will."

Just then, a torrent of blood rained down from a certain military formation, and then it seemed as if a blazing red sun rose before everyone's eyes, scorching everything.

That wasn't all. A thunderous roar erupted in their mental world, and everyone seemed to be struck by real lightning, their faces turning pale as they exited the mental illusion.

"Oh no!" ×3

Adha, the Grand Lama, and the Great Monk exchanged a glance, feeling a chill run down their spines.

"He's a Grandmaster!" ×3

As the three men's limbs trembled, they saw warhorses neighing from the high ground where they had been standing, and a certain ruthless killer had already turned his gaze toward that spot.

"We've found you!"

Ji Chen abandoned his warhorse and, while flying through the air, crushed the 'red soil watermelons' one by one, charging straight at them.