Mainland Martial Arts

Those on the city walls who didn't have time to evade the aftermath were severely wounded and fell screaming. The eleven generals below the city walls paled, their faces drastically altered as they desperately tried to resist the terrifying aftermath. They gritted their teeth, struggling to hold on. Some, exhausted, were thrown to the ground, spitting blood.

Finally, the aftermath gradually dissipated, and the thick smoke began to slowly dissipate. Everyone's hearts were in their throats, and they looked nervously towards the place where the smoke had come from. When the smoke completely dissipated, a huge deep pit appeared where the two men had fought.

Cheng Yangjun simply lay there, his clothes torn and blood-soaked, looking extremely miserable. He lay in the pit, gasping for breath, his eyes fixed on the enemy's Grandmaster. The Grandmaster was equally miserable, but he was half-kneeling there, also breathing heavily.

It was obvious that the two were equally strong, and now both were almost exhausted in terms of physical strength and true energy.

The enemy's Grandmaster struggled to stand up and walked towards Chengyang's army step by step. The eleven generals saw this and a look of determination flashed in their eyes.

"Protect General Cheng!" a general shouted.

Ten generals immediately rushed forward to confront the enemy's Grandmaster. Some generals brandished their weapons and slashed at the enemy Grandmaster, while others used various martial arts to try to stop him.

"Hmph! You overestimate your own abilities!" The enemy Grandmaster snorted coldly. Though severely wounded and his Qi nearly exhausted, he was still a Grandmaster, and his strength should not be underestimated. He dodged a general's attack with a flick of his body, then struck out with a backhand palm, sending the general flying.

Seeing this, the other generals attacked even more desperately, but they were also hit by the enemy's grandmaster one after another and fell to the ground.

At this moment, a general hugged the enemy's Grandmaster's legs and shouted, "Hurry up, take General Cheng away!"

Another general took the opportunity to drag the Chengyang army and ran back quickly.

The enemy's Grandmaster angrily broke free from the general who was holding his legs, and chased after the two fleeing people.

"Want to run? It's not that easy!"

At this critical moment, Lin Feng jumped down from the city wall and stood in front of the enemy's grandmaster.

"Don't hurt my general!" Lin Feng roared, holding the Star Sword tightly in his hand.

The enemy's grandmaster looked at the ignorant soldier in front of him with a hint of disdain in his eyes.

"Get out of here!" He waved his hand and a powerful force rushed towards Lin Feng.

Lin Feng gritted his teeth and persisted, using his spear to desperately resist the energy, but he was still pushed back a few steps and spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Hurry up!" Lin Feng shouted.

The general who was dragging the Chengyang army did not hesitate at all and continued to flee desperately with the Chengyang army.

The enemy's grandmaster wanted to catch up again, but Lin Feng rushed up again regardless of everything and entangled him tightly.

"Damn it!" The enemy's grandmaster was furious and launched round after round of attacks on Lin Feng.

Lin Feng had more and more wounds on his body, but he still did not retreat, using his life to buy time for Cheng Yangjun.

Finally, the general and the Chengyang army disappeared into the distance.

The enemy's Grandmaster looked in the direction of departure and roared angrily.

"Cheng Yangjun, I won't let you go!"

After a while, the general ran back again. He saw Lin Feng being abused again and again, and his heart was filled with anger and heartache.

"Lin Feng!" he shouted, then rushed forward to support.

The other ten generals who had fallen to the ground also got up one after another. Although they were covered with wounds, the fighting spirit in their eyes was still not extinguished.

"We can't let Lin Feng fight alone!" said a general.

"Yes, let's go together!" another general echoed.

The ten generals once again rushed towards the enemy's grandmaster. Although their movements were a little slow, every move and every style was full of power.

When the captains on the city wall saw this scene, they jumped off the wall and attacked the enemy's grandmaster.

"Kill!" they roared.

The sight of dozens of Grandmasters besieging a severely injured Grandmaster was incredibly shocking. The enemy Grandmaster was indeed formidable. Although his Qi was nearly depleted, he was still able to withstand the attacks of dozens of Grandmasters.

"Hmph, you think you can defeat me?" The enemy's grandmaster sneered.

But as time went on, he began to lose strength and was injured from time to time.

"Puff!" He spat out another mouthful of blood.

Dozens of generals and captains saw their opportunity and attacked even more desperately.

"Now, everyone, attack together!" shouted a general.

They surged forward like a tide, tightly surrounding the enemy's grandmaster.

A trace of despair flashed in the enemy's grandmaster's eyes, but he still refused to give up.

"I won't lose!" he yelled.

However, his resistance became increasingly weak, and the wounds on his body became more and more numerous.

"Ah!" Finally, the enemy's grandmaster let out a scream and stood there completely exhausted.

But he did not fall down after his death. He stood there, staring at the East City Gate.

All the masters saw this and showed a little admiration for the enemy's grandmaster.

"Although he is an enemy, he is indeed a strong man." A general sighed.

"Yeah, but we won!" said another general.

They supported each other and walked into the city.

Inside the city, twelve Grandmasters stood facing each other with solemn expressions. They exuded a powerful aura, and every movement seemed to contain the power to destroy heaven and earth.

"Today is the day to decide the winner." A grandmaster said in a low voice, with a determined light flashing in his eyes.

"Hmph, it's still unknown who will win!" Another grandmaster responded, his momentum no less.

At this moment, a figure flashed through the air like lightning, followed closely by two old men. The figure was in a state of disarray. It was none other than the enemy's Saint, spitting blood as he fled, clearly seriously injured.

"The enemy's saint has been defeated!" The soldiers in the city cheered, their morale boosted.

Seeing this, the six enemy Grandmasters' faces turned grim. One of them said, "The situation is hopeless. We must find a way to escape."

"Let's go!" another grandmaster nodded in response.

However, their plan did not go smoothly. One of the enemy Grandmasters stopped, a look of determination flashing in his eyes.

"I'll hold them back!" he shouted, and then began to gather all the energy in his body.

"Oh no, he's going to self-destruct!" A grandmaster in the city's face changed drastically.

He slowly closed his eyes and began to mobilize the vast, ocean-like Qi within him with all his might. The Qi surged through him like a wild horse, its energies running wildly backwards. His body expanded at a visible speed, every muscle threatening to break free from the constraints of his skin. The veins on his face were clearly visible, a hideous and terrifying sight.

"Hold on, I must hold on until the power is at its maximum!" He muttered to himself, veins bulging on his forehead.