Batian Martial Soul

The faint, rolling footsteps, like muffled thunder, surged from the distant horizon, as if a vast army was galloping towards this land.

Look!

On the horizon, banners fluttered and waved in the wind like burning flames, billowing wildly in the gale.

This imposing and awe-inspiring army is none other than the expeditionary force from the mysterious and powerful Heavenly Abyss Sanctuary!

This expeditionary force was massive, with a full 30,000 elite troops gathered here.

They stood tall and moved in perfect unison, forming an ancient and mysterious battle formation.

The formation seemed to follow some profound law of heaven and earth, with each soldier positioned perfectly and closely connected to the others, like an inseparable whole.

From afar, this army resembles a towering, impregnable steel fortress, exuding an awe-inspiring aura that instills fear even before battle.

Every soldier exuded an intense, palpable aura of menace.

This murderous aura did not come from nowhere; it was accumulated bit by bit through countless life-and-death battles, tempered by blood and fire.

The palpable killing intent permeated the air, making one feel as if they were amidst mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

Everything around became eerie and terrifying, chilling to the bone, as if one could hear the wails of wronged souls in their ears.

Everyone who gets close to them is terrified by this powerful aura, their legs trembling involuntarily.

These soldiers were all veterans of countless battles.

Their footprints are scattered across countless small worlds, leaving indelible traces of battle in the vast universe.

In every new world they arrive in, they are like a pack of ferocious beasts, leaving a trail of bloodshed wherever they go.

With ruthless methods, they conquered one world after another, making those once proud and arrogant races tremble and submit at their feet.

Their names have become synonymous with fear in countless small worlds; just mentioning them is enough to strike terror into people's hearts.

At this moment, the weapons in their hands were still dripping with the blood of the previous world.

The blood, bright red and scalding hot, slowly slid down the blade, dripping into the air with a dull thud.

The sound was like the lament of conquered worlds, telling of their pain and helplessness.

Every drop of blood that falls is like a heavy hammer blow to people's hearts, making them feel the cruelty and ruthlessness of war.

At the very front of this army, the leading general stood tall and straight like a pine tree, exuding an imposing aura.

He was clad in a thick and sturdy silver armor, which shimmered brilliantly in the sunlight, as if it were forged from ancient divine iron.

The armor plates are engraved with intricate and mysterious runes of the Heavenly Abyss Sanctuary. These runes are like ancient codes, containing endless mysteries.

They shimmered with a deep blue light, faintly flowing with a mysterious power, as if telling the story of the glorious history and formidable strength of the Heavenly Abyss Sanctuary.

The general wore a long sword at his waist; the blade was long and sharp, gleaming with a chilling light.

The hilt is inlaid with seven dark star stones, which are carefully set in the order of the Big Dipper, exuding a profound and mysterious aura.

They seemed to be mysterious forces from the distant stars, merging with this longsword and endowing it with unparalleled power.

Whenever the general grasped this long sword, the surrounding space would tremble slightly, as if in awe of this powerful force.

This imposing and awe-inspiring general is none other than Yuwen Po, one of the most renowned generals of the Tianyuan Holy Hall.

His name resounds throughout the Tianyuan Temple, and his deeds are sung by countless people.

With his outstanding military talent and fearless courage, he led the army of Tianyuan Temple to conquer all directions and made great achievements.

He sat steadily atop a sacred unicorn, his posture resembling an unshakeable, towering mountain.

This unicorn beast was tall and mighty, like a moving hill, and every step it took caused the ground to tremble slightly.

Its fur is as white as snow, yet it faintly exudes a holy blue light, as if it has been given a sacred mission by heaven.

That single horn, straight and sharp, gleamed with a fierce light, as if it could pierce through all obstacles in the world. It exuded a sacred and inviolable aura, inspiring awe and making people dare not desecrate it in the slightest.

Its four hooves trod on eerie blue flames, flames that seemed to be a mysterious power from the depths of the underworld, burning fiercely and dancing wildly.

Strangely, the flame did not emit any heat; instead, it carried a bone-chilling cold.

The chill was like an icy blade, piercing straight into one's bones, making one shiver involuntarily.

The surrounding air was enveloped by this chill, and a fine layer of frost condensed on it.

The sacred beast continuously exhaled icy breath from its nostrils, the breath like a biting cold wind howling out.

Wherever it passed, the air was quickly frozen into a thin layer of frost, making a "crackling" sound.

The ground was instantly covered by a layer of crystal-clear ice, smooth as a mirror, reflecting the majestic figure of the sacred beast.

Beside Ji Mingkong stood the last remaining force of the Overlord Empire.

Although their numbers were small, each of them was like steel that had been tempered a thousand times, exuding a chilling aura.

They were all elites among elites, their auras sharp as swords, like blades about to be drawn, ready to deliver a fatal blow to the enemy at any moment.

Their eyes burned with the determination to defend their homeland to the death.

That gaze, like a burning flame, was intense and unwavering, as if it could illuminate all the darkness before it.

Under that gaze, it was as if even the air itself was ignited, filled with a strong smell of gunpowder.

They had only one belief in their hearts: to protect the land behind them, and they would never back down, even at the cost of their lives.

They quickly formed battle formations and confronted the army of the Heavenly Abyss Temple.

The two sides were on the verge of war, and the atmosphere was extremely tense, as if a storm was about to break.

The air was thick with the smell of gunpowder; a single spark could ignite a massive battle.

However, the warriors of the Overlord Empire were in no way inferior.

They built an unbreakable defense line with their own bodies and will.

That defensive line was like an invisible wall, keeping the army of the Heavenly Abyss Temple out.

They gripped their weapons tightly, their eyes revealing a fearless courage, as if declaring to the enemy: If you want to set foot in our homeland, you'll have to step over our dead bodies!
"Is there any news about His Majesty the Overlord Emperor?"

The white-haired veteran beside him asked in a low voice, his tone deep but carrying an undisguised tension. (End of Chapter)