Reincarnation Girl Becomes Immortal

Although he, a martial artist of the Transformation Realm, was able to escape with his lightness skill, most of the nearly one hundred martial artists of the Dark Realm behind him could not escape.

The army has now been routed by this strange phenomenon, and it is unknown how many defeated soldiers can be recovered, or how many soldiers will survive this bloodbath...

If he couldn't even protect these military generals and confidants, then his position as the Grand Marshal of Tianliang would be tantamount to death.

Fang Tiande had no choice but to order his generals to flee first, leaving only a few strong men to cover his retreat.

Xi Heng raised his finger, and the blood wave rose up, vaguely forming a dragon shape. Two red-glowing eyes turned and landed on Fang Tiande below.

"The imperial court has colluded with demons and monsters! Today I will slay the demon and restore justice!"

Fang Tiande shouted and leaped high into the air, swinging his giant axe to strike the dragon's head.

The axe whirlwind forcefully severed the Blood Wave Dragon's head, turning it into a shower of blood.

Before he could even catch his breath, two more dragon heads emerged from the sea of ​​blood, opening their massive jaws to pounce on Fang Tiande and the generals behind him.

The enemy used his internal energy to protect himself, gritted his teeth and cut off another dragon head, but two more dragon heads sprouted out instead.

The demons in this sea of ​​blood seem endless; for every one you kill, two more will emerge.

The blood dragon opened its eyes, which shone with a bright red light, and stared at the tiny human below.

Enraged by this, Fang Tiande swung his axe again, unleashing a tornado that hurtled towards the giant beast before him.

From a distance, Xi Heng could see the surrounding scenery of the Blood Sea from a strange perspective.

Seeing Fang Tiande's desperate resistance, he only chuckled lightly.

"This is the Blood Sea Overturning Technique that I gathered after killing you one hundred and one times. How could you possibly break it with your lifetime's worth of power?"

The tornado shattered the blood dragon, but in the blink of an eye, nine heads grew back.

Fang Tiande roared loudly, slamming his axe into the ground and using all his strength to crack countless fissures.

The seemingly endless sea of ​​blood plunged into the cracks in the ground, yet it showed no sign of diminishing.

Several blood dragons flew over, opening their huge mouths and tearing at the ground.

When Fang Tiande saw the blood dragon swallow his soldiers whole, his anger grew uncontrollably.

The giant axe swung wildly, smashing dragon heads to pieces one by one. Blood flooded over Fang Tiande's iron boots, then over his calves...

With each step he took and each swing of his axe, a spray of blood erupted.

But eventually, the constantly surging blood will only gradually calm down amidst the ripples.

The dozen or so dragon heads stared silently, but Fang Tiande took it as mockery and immediately used an even more powerful and turbulent move, violently shaking the sea of ​​blood around him.

The sea of ​​blood receded, but then continued to invade.

Despair piled up in Fang Tiande's chest; he simply couldn't handle such a powerful monster.

He stopped swinging the axe, panting as he looked around.

The army completely collapsed, and both the elite troops and the common soldiers were swept into the torrent of blood, continuing to rush into the distance.

The raging black tide seemed intent on wiping out his entire army, leaving no one alive. Countless corpses were enveloped and hidden within it, becoming part of the sea of ​​blood.

Some people were still struggling on the surface of the liquid, but the sea of ​​blood seemed to have giant mouths writhing around them, swallowing them whole and then crushing them to death.

After looking around, Fang Tiande suddenly fell silent, his eyes widening as if he had suddenly thought of something.

"That sound just now seemed like a spell... This thick blood isn't from demons, it's from magic, is this a Blood Sea Overturning Heaven?!"

"How is this possible... The Blood Sea Chaos requires 100,000 corpses as a sacrifice, where would 100,000 corpses come from here? Even if Jinshi City was burned down, it's impossible to gather 100,000 corpses so quickly!"

He found it hard to believe, but that seemed to be the only reason.

"Impossible, impossible..." Fang Tiande shook his head repeatedly, but looking at the sea of ​​blood around him, he became more and more convinced.

Although he was still hesitant, his body moved first. He immediately used his lightness skill to let his heavy body step on the thick blood and run in the opposite direction towards the source of the strange incantation.

As Xi Heng manipulated the Blood Sea to overturn the heavens, he naturally knew that the other party was coming. He then naturally raised his hand and created several giant wave barriers to block Fang Tiande.

However, with each swing of the axe, the opponent could shatter a barrier.

She raised her hand again, transforming the blood waves into numerous long snakes and giant dragons that coiled around the enemy.

As the blood dragon roared, Fang Tiande's pace suddenly slowed down.

As he stopped using his light-footed technique and his legs sank into the sea of ​​blood, Xi Heng suddenly clenched his right hand.

Kuroshio tightly bound his legs, and if they were to snap, he would simply wrap them up again.

Fang Tiande could only use his internal energy to break free, during which his internal energy and blood were rapidly depleted.

When he shattered countless blood dragons and broke free from the endless constraints and oppression, it seemed he was finally about to cross the sea of ​​blood.

General Zhao Wanli, the commander of the Great Zhao army, stood in front of him with his spear.

Fang Tiande suddenly stopped, gave a few bitter laughs, sighed helplessly, and then slightly raised the giant axe in his hand.

"I never expected that your Great Zhao army would have such extraordinary people who would be willing to sacrifice countless lives to perform this Blood Sea Overturning Heaven Technique."

"I did not lose today unjustly."

When he reached a dead end, Fang Tiande's mindset suddenly calmed down, and his raging anger gradually subsided.

His eyes were fixed on only the formidable enemy before him.

"Even if I die, I will use my weapon to take the life of you, a member of the Zhao family!" He exuded an imposing aura, wielding his giant axe and stomping forward—

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Chapter 80, Finally Achieving Mastery

Not long after engaging Fang Tiande in battle, Zhao Wanli let out a low shout above the surging sea of ​​blood and swung his silver dragon spear fiercely.

The spear tip emitted a cold, arcing light, striking the incoming meteorite iron giant axe like a whip.

Clang——

Sparks flew as the silver spear clashed with the meteorite-iron black axe.

The giant axe was deflected by the force of the spear, and then the spear was smoothly pulled back before advancing again in the next instant.

The spear stirred up a gust of wind and emitted a dragon's roar.

A cold glint flashed, and in the midst of the ongoing battle, Fang Tiande, who was becoming increasingly exhausted, could no longer withstand this deadly move.

The next instant, a dragon's roar landed on his heart.

The spear tip pierced through the heavy armor and flesh, penetrating the entire burly body.

Thick blood flowed onto the spearhead, and the giant axe that Fang Tiande had just raised lost its strength and fell.

A faint sweetness settled in his throat, while a few drops of blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.

Even with his heart pierced, he still had the strength to look down at his chest, crack his bloodied lips, and chuckle softly.

"Though I am dead..." he said slowly with his last breath, "Your Great Zhao will not live long either."

Its body fell into the sea of ​​blood, swallowed by the dim crimson, and slowly flowed away into the distance.

The spear tip was pulled out spontaneously amidst the sounds of flesh writhing, and then retrieved into his hand.

Although Zhao Wanli had killed the enemy general, which would have allowed him to defeat Tianliang in one fell swoop, he did not feel too fortunate. Instead, he was deeply worried and confused.

What is the cause of this blood-red flood beneath their feet, which resembles a sorcery from a legend? And why is it specifically helping them?

He thought and thought, but he still couldn't get an answer.

They could only watch silently as this sea of ​​blood receded into the distance, engulfing countless rebel soldiers and creating an endless roar of waves and the panicked screams of the people.

……

Under the moonlight, the vast plains outside the Jinshi City Walls were stained a deep red and black by the raging sea of ​​blood.

As the sea of ​​blood continued to surge and cover an increasingly larger area, not only ordinary people who mainly made up the army, but even martial artists who had reached the peak of Ming Jin (a martial arts skill) could hardly escape.

Even knowing this, the Tianliang soldiers had no choice but to keep running away.

Once caught by the surging sea of ​​blood, death is the only outcome.

As the surging black tide approached each person, it would engulf them in thick, viscous blood, crushing them to death in a short time, leaving them unable to even utter a cry.

The sounds of terror and screams faded into the distance as the sea of ​​blood covered everything, and even Xi Heng, standing beneath the city wall, could no longer hear them.

At this moment, she was surrounded by what seemed like a beach at night, with only the sound of waves crashing and the tides.

With each crashing wave, the enemy troops within sight were submerged in a sea of ​​blood.

After crushing half of the rebel army, Xi Heng loosened his control over the spell, allowing the sea of ​​blood to slowly calm down from its raging waves.

As the hand gestures were released, the red glow that lingered around him like fireflies gradually dissipated.

The sound of the surrounding black tide churning gradually disappeared.

The blood-red floodwaters sank, gradually shrinking from a terrifying three- or four-meter-tall structure to the height of a person.

Finally, the sea of ​​blood turned into a wide pool of blood barely reaching people's ankles, lying quietly on the ground.

The Zhao soldiers who were not attacked by the sea of ​​blood stared blankly at everything around them. After recovering from their shock, they looked at each other, speechless.

From all directions, bathed in moonlight, one could clearly see countless corpses piled upon each other.

The corpse was strangely shaped, with a distorted face, and its skeleton seemed to have few intact parts, with many parts twisted into a position that was difficult to perform.

Furthermore, most of these corpses had bloated bellies, and even after the sea of ​​blood had dispersed, their mouths would still twitch slightly and continue to spit out scarlet blood—as if these corpses were still alive.

However, to the remaining officers and soldiers, this strange posture did not resemble life; instead, it instilled a chill and fear in them.

Even though most of them were veterans transferred from the northern border, they had never seen so many corpses as tonight.

Corpses and blood covered the earth, bizarrely shaped bodies piled on top of each other, and weapons floated on the blood.

The phrase "corpses strewn across the field" seems all the more fitting in this scene.

How many people died here? Ten thousand, or tens of thousands?

As they saw more and more corpses, the officers and soldiers became increasingly numb. Most of them no longer felt the excitement of believing in the victory of the hard-fought battle; they were just blank and wooden.

What exactly was that sudden sea of ​​blood?

Zhao Wanli was the first to guess the answer, because before the sea of ​​blood suddenly appeared, a girl's voice had rang in the ears of both armies.

He was somewhat familiar with that tone.

Before long, Zhao Wanli found Xi Heng's figure in the thick darkness of the night.

"Your Highness..."

As the uncle of the current prince and princess, he had previously never addressed the princess as "Your Highness".

However, I've subconsciously added this honorific title to it now.

"Hmm." Xi Heng's expression remained quite calm, showing no awareness of having personally killed tens of thousands of people.

She clapped her hands, and the hundred dull spirit stones in front of her, now empty, fell to the ground without her looking at them again.

"The war is over. You can clean up the battlefield at your leisure."

Xi Heng casually said:

"I will stay in Jinshi City for a period of seclusion. During this time, please do not disturb me."

"..." The general stood in front of Xi Heng, vaguely sensing a peculiar aura.

That is the imposing aura that unconsciously emanates from those who are far above millions in stature, in their movements and demeanor.

It was as if he were facing not a princess, but the very emperor himself…

Therefore, even though the princess had no right to give him orders, he subconsciously bowed and said:

"Yes, Your Highness."

"Go ahead."

Xi Heng waved her hand; she had lost all interest in the war.

Most of the rebels in Tianliang are dead, and those who survived have scattered and fled, never to return.

The entire war ended the moment she activated the Blood Sea Technique.

She now has only one thought left—to advance to the Transformation Realm.

Having used the Blood Sea Technique and experienced such overwhelming power, coupled with his own sword heart... Xi Heng vaguely felt that he had already touched the threshold of the Transformation Realm.