Longevity by Picking up Attributes in the Battlefield Chapter 842 Chapter 342: Martial Dao Power, Annihilating Two Clans!

With a thunderous roar, countless soldiers from the foreign tribes beheld the colossal sword descending from the heavens.

In the ensuing moment!

Boom! Boom!

Two consecutive explosions reverberated. Two blood-red abysses, stretching for hundreds of feet, were instantly carved into the earth. Under the devastating might of these twin sword strikes, thousands upon thousands of foreign soldiers were reduced to mere meat and gore. The immense crater formed by the swords mingled with fresh blood, an image of savage ferocity.

At the very instant of impact.

A potent surge of Blood Qi Power radiated outwards in all directions. The surrounding foreign tribes were buffeted as if by a monstrous hurricane. Horses and soldiers alike were violently flung aside. It was a scene of utter devastation.

"Army Soul Battle Array."

"The combined assault has achieved the might of a Divine Power Realm attack, not too shabby."

"As the strength of the Elite Soldiers within the army grows, and their vitality becomes more robust, the destructive force of this Army Soul Battle Array can only increase."

Zhao Feng observed with great satisfaction as Meng Wu and Li Mu unleashed a strike that channeled the blood qi of the entire army.

Looking towards the future.

With the increasing might of the Daqin Elite Soldiers, they would undoubtedly stand against those celestial Immortals and formidable Gods. While the individual prowess of an Elite Soldier might not rival that of a cultivator, the Army Soul Battle Array was more than sufficient to bridge that gap.

"Currently, the Army Soul Battle Array harnesses Blood Qi, and once the army is fully synchronized, with the Tianxuan Mirror, it will draw upon True Qi and Killing Intent! This will surely yield astonishing results," Zhao Feng mused inwardly.

"This is the formidable power of the Army Soul Battle Array, a technique imparted by His Highness the Crown Prince."

"With this single strike, at least ten thousand foreign tribesmen have perished."

"Such overwhelming strength."

At this precise juncture.

Li Mu and Meng Wu themselves were astounded, gazing upon the panorama of bloodshed and fallen bodies before them. The moment the Army Soul Battle Array was activated, they had witnessed the true essence of Army Soul power.

"Soldiers!"

"Charge!"

"Annihilate all the foreign tribes!"

Li Mu and Meng Wu quickly regained their senses and bellowed commands. Mounting their steeds, the duo charged towards the foreign tribes, who had already been thrown into disarray by the devastating strike.

"Slash!"

Retracting his sword, Li Mu raised his Mo Dao. With a single, sweeping motion, a blade light spanning a hundred yards sliced through the air. Great Grandmaster martial artists wield power that transcends the mortal realm. Unleashing Martial True Qi without restraint, he struck with his full might. Hundreds and thousands of foreign soldiers before him, along with their mounts, were cleaved asunder by the fierce blade light.

"Kill!"

Meng Wu roared with equal ferocity. He too swung his Mo Dao, each movement unleashing a torrent of destructive Sword Qi. The foreign soldiers directly in front of him were sliced into pieces by the Sword Qi, even those several yards away.

And in the void above.

A rain of chaotic arrows descended. A baptism of killing intent emanating from Qin.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The Heavy Armored Cavalry surged forward. Two thousand heavily armored warriors, with only their eyes visible through their helmets, brandished their Mo Daos and charged towards the foreign tribes with an unstoppable, crushing momentum.

Their Mo Daos swung with a force reaching a thousand pounds. The instant any foreign tribesmen made contact, they were sent flying, their bones and tendons shattered.

"Are you men or demons?"

"Demons."

"The people of Qin are demons."

The myriad foreign tribes collided with the Daqin Heavy Armored Cavalry. Their blades clashed fiercely, but upon striking the heavy armor, sparks flew, yet the Elite Soldiers remained utterly unmoved. Subsequently, came the decisive slash of the Elite Soldiers' Mo Dao. Decapitation followed. Countless foreign soldiers were completely bewildered, incapable of breaching the heavy armor's defense, passively enduring slaughter. The heavy armor cleaved through the enemy ranks, forging a bloody path, trampling countless foreign tribes beneath their treads.

And the Light Cavalry, not clad in heavy armor, also struck swiftly, thrusting and slashing with their Mo Daos. Bolstered by the immense power of their physical bodies, they were an unstoppable force. To the foreign army, every single Daqin Elite Soldier was perceived as a peerless warrior; hardly any foreign soldier could withstand an Elite Soldier. The moment their blades met, many foreign tribesmen were shaken to death or sent reeling backwards.

This was a confrontation of vastly unequal might. Martial Dao utterly crushing mere mortals! A strike of dimensional reduction!

Zhao Feng stood atop the Dragon Head, while the Black Dragon voraciously devoured the malevolent Qi permeating the battlefield, thereby strengthening itself. As a Ferocious Beast, Evil Qi was the very essence of its growth. Beneath Zhao Feng's watchful gaze, the foreign army was being scattered by the relentless assault of the Qin Cavalry, their offensive formation now reduced to a pathetic mockery.

Qin Cavalry charged, Mo Dao slashed.

Clad in heavy armor, the Daqin Infantry advanced, scattering the foreign tribes. The troops at the rear unleashed a hail of arrows from their Composite Strong Bows, relentlessly striking the fleeing enemy forces.

Within the rear formation of the foreign tribe, the royal carriages of Tuoba Hu and Modu stood side-by-side.

"Though the Qin Army is well-prepared, venturing beyond their city defenses is essentially walking into their doom," Tuoba Hu declared.

"In this battle," he continued, determination hardening his features, "I shall not permit a single Qin soldier to escape with their life."

"Previously, they erected a Jing Guan using the skulls of my tribe's warriors. Now, I shall do the same, casting these Qin people's heads into a grand Jing Guan, making them pay their blood debt."

Observing the chaotic charge of the armies before them, Tuoba Hu spoke with immense pride.

Modu responded with a smile, "With both our tribes' warriors fully engaged, the Qin people are bound to shatter. Not only will we construct a Jing Guan, but their very bones will be ground to dust."

"Hahaha," Tuoba Hu echoed with a hearty laugh.

"Father King," Tuoba Hu then murmured, looking towards the heavens, "You must witness this from above."

"Hu'er has finally gained the strength to vanquish Qin after years of patient waiting."

"I shall break through their lines and tear Zhao Feng limb from limb."

"The past grievance of Zhao Feng's massacre of my tribe will be repaid with blood for blood," Tuoba Hu vowed, his gaze fixed on the sky, eyes alight with the prospect of imminent vengeance.

At that very moment!

"Report!"

A Donghu general galloped swiftly from the front lines.

"Great King," he panted, breath catching in his throat.

"The situation is dire."

"The Qin army is incredibly formidable, and… and they wield Demon Art."

"Our army's formation has completely collapsed."

"I implore you, Great King, to make a decision," the general pleaded.

The Donghu general approached and delivered his report in a voice laced with fear.

"What?"

"Our army's formation has collapsed?"

"The Qin army uses Demon Art?" Tuoba Hu stammered, utterly astonished and confused by the news.