Batian Martial Soul

Chapter 14285 Madness
Clang! ! !
The ear-piercing roar of metal clashing exploded on the mental level, the sound like countless steel needles piercing one's eardrums simultaneously, causing unbearable pain.

Sparks flew everywhere, like dazzling fireworks blooming in the darkness.

A blurry black figure was forced out of perfect concealment by his powerful strike.

The black-clad figure staggered, as if drunk, and retreated dozens of feet before barely managing to regain his balance.

Holding the Bloodthirsty Blade, Ling Xiao stood proudly like a god of death emerging from hell.

A thick black mist billowed around him, surging and rolling like a raging tide, carrying a terrifying aura that sent chills down one's spine.

He stared coldly at the assassin who had been forced to reveal himself, his gaze as sharp as a blade, as if trying to see right through him.

The assassin was slender yet curvaceous, like a poppy blooming quietly in the dark night—beautiful yet deadly.

She was dressed in a tight-fitting night suit that clung to her body, outlining her graceful curves and acting like a second skin, allowing her greater agility and freedom of movement.

Her face was covered by a black veil that concealed her entire features, revealing only a pair of cold, emotionless eyes, like those of an ancient glacier.

There was no fluctuation in her eyes, as if nothing in the world could stir a ripple in her heart, only endless indifference and killing intent.

It was indeed a woman.

Ling Xiao thought to himself, his gaze slowly sweeping over her.

His gaze finally settled on the pair of oddly shaped short blades in her hand, which were trembling slightly.

The pair of short blades emitted a cold, eerie light, their surfaces covered in mysterious runes, as if they contained boundless power.

The short blades are shaped like crescent moons, yet they possess a sharp edge, making it immediately clear that they are two deadly weapons.

Ling Xiao's voice was icy, like the north wind in winter, piercing and chilling: "Tianyuan Holy Hall Shadow Kill Pavilion?"

"Did the Heavenly Abyss Sanctuary send you?"

His voice echoed in the void, carrying an undeniable authority.

The female assassin remained silent, her cold eyes fixed on Ling Xiao as if she wanted to etch his every move into her mind.

Her eyes were filled with vigilance and murderous intent, like a cheetah ready to pounce on its prey.

His aura began to drift and dim again, dissipating slowly into the air like wisps of smoke, attempting to blend back into his surroundings and conceal his presence once more.

Just as her figure was about to completely fade away again, Ling Xiao let out a cold snort, which resounded in the void like a thunderclap.

His feet moved with profound footwork, each step seemingly containing the ultimate truths of heaven and earth, carrying a mysterious and powerful force.

His steps were light and swift, like a ghost, making him elusive.

His aura instantly became ethereal, as if he had merged with the surrounding environment, and he disappeared quietly from his original spot, like ink spreading into water.

When it comes to concealment techniques, Ling Xiao, who possesses sacred runes and numerous secret arts, has never truly feared anyone.

He has practiced various mysterious arts since childhood, and has unique insights and profound expertise in the art of concealment.

The sacred rune technique further endowed him with immense power and mysterious abilities, giving him an advantage in both stealth and combat.

However, he did not choose to engage in a prolonged fight with this person.

He knew perfectly well that the other party's goal was clearly to buy time.

At this moment, the Overlord Empire is facing an unprecedented crisis, a crisis that hangs over the empire like a dark cloud, ready to erupt at any moment.

He must return as soon as possible to use his own strength to protect the safety of the empire and those he cares about.

Thinking of this, a resolute look flashed in Ling Xiao's eyes. His figure flashed through the void and sped towards the Batian Empire.

At this moment, the battlefield outside the border of the Overlord Empire has completely transformed into a boiling furnace.

The deafening roar was like the roar of angry beasts, or like thousands of thunderbolts exploding at the same time, shaking the heavens and the earth.

The piercing roar, like a wail from hell, filled with endless pain and despair, dimmed the light of heaven and earth.

The sky, which was originally as blue as a jewel, was now stained a dim yellow by the flames of war. Thick smoke, like a huge black curtain, slowly descended, obscuring the sun, moon, and stars, plunging the whole world into chaos and darkness.

The silver-armored legion from the Heavenly Abyss Sanctuary, like a group of well-trained steel beasts, surged toward the Batian Empire's defenses with orderly and firm steps.

They wore armor that shone with a silver light, which gleamed coldly and blindingly in the sunlight, as if it were a call to death.
The weapon in his hand gleamed coldly, exuding a chilling aura.

Although they were suppressed by the combined forces of the Batian Empire's elite troops and several reclusive powerhouses, and their formation gradually became somewhat chaotic, these Tianyuan Holy Hall soldiers were all battle-hardened warriors with extremely formidable individual strength.

They were as agile as swallows and as swift as leopards; every swing of their knives and every thrust of their spears carried an overwhelming force.

Moreover, their teamwork is seamless, as if they were a unified whole, advancing and retreating in an orderly manner, and combining offense and defense.

Although the Batian Empire had the upper hand and forced the enemy army into a series of retreats, it was unable to completely defeat them.

The battle became a brutal stalemate, with both sides constantly depleting each other's strength.

Every charge and counterattack is accompanied by the loss of countless lives;
Every shout and roar was filled with the desire for victory and the fear of death.

What's even more troublesome is that occasionally, a few exceptionally fierce auras would erupt from within the enemy ranks. These auras were like tangible, sharp blades, sending chills down one's spine.

Those were powerful figures at the level of the Heavenly Abyss Holy Hall commanders, waiting for an opportunity to counterattack. They were like venomous snakes hidden in the darkness, quietly waiting for the best moment to strike.

Every move they made was like a thunderbolt, inevitably causing the Overlord Empire to pay a heavy price.

Some powerful individuals were struck by their attacks, their bodies instantly shattering and turning into a cloud of blood mist.
Some were so overwhelmed by their powerful aura that their internal organs ruptured, they coughed up blood, and collapsed to the ground.

kill!

The bloody battle has reached a frenzied stage!
Everyone on the battlefield seemed to be driven by an invisible force, with only one thought in their minds—kill!

Kill all the enemies before you and defend your homeland.

Blood splattered like a fountain, staining the earth red;

Severed limbs and remains were scattered everywhere, emitting a nauseating stench.

But none of this could stop the soldiers' steps. They continued to forge ahead, writing a magnificent chapter with their lives and blood.