novelSusiti Chapter 103 The White Tiger's World-Slaying Dance
Chapter 103 The White Tiger's World-Slaying Dance
Chapter 107 The White Tiger's World-Slaying Dance (The Battle of Qizhou Temporarily Ends)
At this moment, Baihu, wielding the White Tiger World-Slaying Spear and wearing the White Tiger Sacred Blade at his waist, seemed to bring an irresistible, chilling killing intent to this bloody battlefield.
His gaze was firm and cold, like the last piece of unmelted ice in winter, reflecting countless fearful eyes yearning to survive.
The platinum armor shimmered brilliantly in the sunlight, like a sacred garment blessed by the gods, exuding an aura of ruthlessness and decisiveness.
At this moment, Baihu swept across the battlefield like a bolt of lightning. The Baihu Slaughtering World Spear flew in his hands, each thrust accompanied by the force of thunder, as if it could tear the air and take the enemy's life.
Wherever the spear tip pointed, countless enemy soldiers fell, their blood blooming in the air, both poignant and tragic, like red roses on the battlefield.
When the defending troops, realizing what was happening, surged forward like a tide, he showed no fear. Instead, he looked up to the sky and roared, his voice echoing across the surrounding fields.
He drew the White Tiger Holy Blade from his waist; the blade gleamed with a mysterious light, as if it could cut through any obstacle.
He swung his sword at the enemy ranks, each strike taking several lives.
That holy blade was like the scythe of death, reaping one fresh life after another on the battlefield.
Baihu moved swiftly across the battlefield, sometimes like a tiger descending a mountain, unstoppable; other times like a dragon soaring in the sky, agile and unpredictable.
The movements were fluid and precise, each attack as if they had been practiced countless times.
His expression remained cold and focused, and he never wavered, even when facing life-or-death situations.
His language was concise and powerful, each word conveying an unquestionable authority.
"Kill!" This was his only slogan, and also his best interpretation of this battle.
His voice, like a resounding bell, echoed across the battlefield, inspiring the troops behind him to fight bravely against the enemy.
His White Tiger World-Slaying Spear and White Tiger Holy Blade seemed to be an integral part of his body, working in perfect harmony with him.
The two weapons, forming a magical aura, worked together in the hands of the White Tiger to create an impeccable offensive and defensive system.
The White Tiger Slaying Spear, formed by a white tiger, uses its extreme speed and agility to constantly weave through the enemy ranks, creating immense chaos and panic.
The white tiger formed by the White Tiger Sacred Blade, with its powerful strength and hard scales, provides protection for its master while launching fierce attacks on enemies.
As the battle progressed, Baihu's body surged with qi, and the Dharma form formed by the White Tiger World-Slaying Spear in his hand suddenly let out a deafening roar. His body instantly transformed into a white light and charged fiercely towards the enemy at an extremely fast speed, leaving the enemy no time to react. They fell one after another, their flesh and blood flying everywhere.
At the same time, the Dharma form formed by the White Tiger Holy Blade also let out a roar that shook the earth. Its whole body shone brightly, as dazzling as the sun. Enemies were sent flying like falling leaves, and screams rose and fell.
As the battle progressed, the situation on the battlefield gradually became clearer.
On the city wall, the Cangzhou army fought bravely against the Yaohua Pass defenders.
Some soldiers were pierced by enemy spears and fell into pools of blood; others bravely jumped off the city wall and engaged in hand-to-hand combat with the enemy.
The battles on and around the city walls were exceptionally fierce, with lives being lost every moment.
However, at that moment, the defenders on the city wall made a horrifying discovery.
The city gates have fallen!
A troop of cavalry from Cangzhou charged in from behind the attacking army, their hooves thundering and their sabers gleaming coldly.
In addition, the army led by the Five Elements Armor kept pouring in from behind them.
The defenders were suddenly caught in a pincer movement.
The general inside the city decisively ordered: "Everyone, retreat into the city! Defend the inner city to the death!"
Although the soldiers were unwilling, they had no choice but to obey orders under these circumstances.
They fought and retreated, making their way back to the inner city with great difficulty.
The fighting in the inner city was even more brutal.
Taking advantage of the city walls and street fighting, the defenders engaged in a fierce battle with the Cangzhou army.
Every street and every house became a battlefield, and blood stained the entire inner city.
However, the offensive of the Cangzhou army became increasingly fierce.
They were determined to breach this formidable pass at all costs, and every charge terrified the defenders.
On a high ground within the inner city, the defending general watched as more and more soldiers fell into pools of blood, his heart filled with pain and helplessness.
He knew that Yaohua Pass could no longer be defended; they had done their utmost.
However, the disparity between us and the enemy is too obvious.
Leaving aside the number of personnel, the quality of soldiers, and equipment.
In terms of War Gods alone, Yaohua Pass has none.
Meanwhile, war gods from the Cangzhou army were appearing in droves, as if they were free.
Amidst howling winds and fluttering banners, beneath the majestic pass, Baihu's gaze was resolute and icy, like the last unmelting piece of ice in the dead of winter. His eyes pierced through layers of mist, shooting straight to the summit of the pass.
As the war drums sounded, the White Tiger charged towards the inner city of Yaohua Pass like lightning.
His steps were firm and powerful, each one seemingly capable of causing the earth to tremble.
The White Tiger World-Slaying Spear danced in his hands, transforming into streaks of silver lightning that tore through the air and aimed directly at the enemy general.
Faced with Baihu's thunderous offensive, the enemy generals were not to be outdone and drew their swords to meet the attack.
However, their resistance seemed so pale and powerless under the power of the White Tiger World-Slaying Spear.
Every tremor of the gun tip took a life; every slash of the gun left behind a chorus of wails.
As the battle reached its climax, the blade of the White Tiger Holy Blade shimmered with a mysterious light, as if it could cut through any obstacle.
He swung his sword at the enemy ranks, each strike taking several lives. The holy blade was like the scythe of death, reaping lives on the battlefield.
With the blessing of the White Tiger Sacred Blade, the White Tiger's offensive became even more ferocious, like a tiger entering a flock of sheep, invincible in its path.
"die!"
The garrison commander of Yaohua Pass is a general of divine rank, and is definitely not weak outside.
However, he couldn't even last one round against the White Tiger. The White Tiger's World-Slaying Spear pierced his chest, and he fell into a pool of blood.
As they gradually fell, the enemy troops inside Yaohua Pass completely lost their will to fight.
They threw down their weapons and surrendered.
The white tiger stood tall and proud, its imposing figure appearing so majestic and awe-inspiring in the sunlight, as if a war god had descended to earth.
At the summit of the inner city of Yaohua Pass, the White Tiger looked down upon the land below.
He put away the White Tiger World-Slaying Spear and the White Tiger Holy Blade, gently stroking the two divine weapons that had accompanied him on his battles.
The dawn gradually tore through the night, and a red sun rose again from the east, illuminating the vast earth.
Nestled among the rolling mountains, a fortified city stands tall, its towering walls forming an insurmountable barrier that separates the inside from the outside into two distinct worlds.
Below the city, Li Jing rode a tall horse, his armor gleaming coldly in the sunlight.
His eyes were sharp as he stared intently at the city ahead, his face showing a resolute and determined expression.
Behind him stood the vast army of Cangzhou, the soldiers all spirited and in high spirits, arranged in neat formations, like an indestructible iron wall.