The Black Flag Army and the White Hairs Army engaged in a head-on clash. Since their foundations were laid, the two armies had been archrivals, competing for hundreds of years, with each side experiencing victories and defeats. Now that the two armies were in battle, they each unleashed their killing moves, evenly matched.
Seeing his last trump card suppressed, Hei Lou Lan's face turned ashen.
"Hehehe." Liu Wen Wu laughed heartily, filled with immense satisfaction. At this point, his opponent had exhausted all their tricks, and he himself was in a similar situation.
However, the Grass Soldier Corps could barely hold off the mutant wolf pack for a little longer. On the other hand, the high-tier combatants of the Hei clan were already showing signs of collapse. This was especially evident in the four-man battle group of Gao Yang, Zhu Zai, Ouyang Bi Sang, and Mo Shi Kuang.
Although Ouyang Bi Sang and Mo Shi Kuang were not good at cooperating, their individual strengths were superior to their opponents.
If it were Gao Yang and Zhu Zai fighting together against a single opponent, their flawless cooperation might give them a slight advantage. But now, they were completely suppressed, forced onto the defensive, utterly passive.
Anyone could see that the defeat of Gao Yang and Zhu Zai was imminent. Once they were taken down, Ouyang Bi Sang and Mo Shi Kuang would be like tigers unleashed from their cage, reinforcing the other battle zones.
Thus, the originally slight advantage would rapidly accumulate step by step, eventually securing dominance over the entire battlefield.
Once the Liu army gained the upper hand, the Hei clan, with no reserve forces left, would have no means to reverse the decline. They could only watch helplessly as their enemies grew stronger and their own forces weaker.
In the end, the enemy's advantage would turn into victory, and the Hei army would be completely routed!
Hei Lou Lan could also see the dire situation and was sweating profusely from anxiety. Only he remained in the command tent. At this point, he could only rely on his own strength!
His figure suddenly vanished from the tent, reappearing in the air above the Grass Soldier Corps.
He intended to kill Bei Cao Chuan. Without the Concealing Soul Beast Gu, Bei Cao Chuan's position was quite easy to identify. As long as he was killed, the Grass Soldier Corps would instantly collapse.
In that case, this fierce battle would once again become a stalemate. In the end, it would be like the first battle, forcing a ceasefire for regrouping.
Killing move — Dark Whirlpool!
Just as Hei Lou Lan activated his killing move, a white light shot towards him, revealing Liu Wen Wu's true form.
Hei Lou Lan was a Rank Five Dark Path Gu Master, while Liu Wen Wu was a Rank Five Light Path Gu Master. The two had fought several times, always ending in a draw.
But this time, the refined Liu Wen Wu wore a victor's smile: "Brother Lou Lan, in today's battle, we are fighting over a sliver of an opening. My Grass Soldier Corps will lose sooner or later, but your high-tier combatants will lose even faster. It's truly a pity, since the strengths of our two armies are so close, almost equal."
"You're asking for death!" Hei Lou Lan roared in rage, charging at Liu Wen Wu.
The two of them clashed fiercely, exchanging blows, occasionally bursting with brilliant flashes of light or thunderous roars.
"Strange. In my previous life, the Hei clan defeated the Liu clan. But looking at the situation now, it's the Liu clan that has the advantage. Could my presence here have caused some changes?" Fang Yuan hid in a corner, pondering secretly.
He was a dual cultivator of Slave and Strength Paths, so naturally he hadn't displayed his full combat power.
In fact, he hadn't even fully displayed his strength in Slave Path.
At this moment, the Grass Soldier Corps was in dire straits. If he showed up and activated the Wolf Howl Gu and the Rank Five Amplification Gu, he could easily crush Bei Cao Chuan.
But Fang Yuan didn't move. He chose to observe.
Most of his attention was focused on Ouyang Bi Sang and Mo Shi Kuang.
If he were to reveal himself and activate the Wolf Howl Gu and the Rank Five Amplification Gu, there was a high probability that Ouyang Bi Sang and Mo Shi Kuang would abandon Gao Yang and Zhu Zai to come after him.
Honestly speaking, at this point in time, Fang Yuan, having made significant achievements in the Strength Path, was not afraid of engaging Ouyang Bi Sang and Mo Shi Kuang in close combat.
But...
"I must not limit my vision to the battle before me. The Imperial Court Contest is a competition between super clans, a game manipulated by Gu Immortals. If I reveal all my strength, even if I win this battle, they will receive support from Gu Immortals in the future and will definitely target me. By then, with all my cards exposed, my control over the situation will plummet to rock bottom."
Fang Yuan's mind was on the Imperial Court, remaining calm at all times, undisturbed by the fierce and dangerous battle in front of him.
"In my previous life, how did the Hei clan defeat the Liu clan? Although the battle is extremely tense right now, both sides still have cards to play. At least I know that Tai Bai Yun Sheng has a Rank Five Gu, 'Friend as Before', on hand. The less my strength is revealed, the better. Therefore, if I do act, it must be a killing blow! Now is not the time..."
Fang Yuan's heart was as calm as still water. On the brutal battlefield, corpses were scattered everywhere, and blood flowed like a sea.
But in his eyes, these were just numbers of casualties.
On this battlefield, many people roared in grief over the deaths of their loved ones. Many people cheered after killing powerful enemies. Some Gu Masters fled in panic driven by fear. Others realized their ambitions, striving to be above others.
At this moment, on the brink of life and death, human emotions erupted violently, wildly, and so freely, so boldly.
Watching the ferocious expressions of those around him, listening to their screams or cries, Fang Yuan felt a sense of peace and tranquility.
His heart was as calm as an ancient pool, undisturbed by a single ripple.
Fight, kill, a person is born to struggle.
Win, lose, to continue down one's own path, one must walk over the corpses of others.