Although the opponent's commander couldn't come up with any new tricks, Wang wouldn't just use his sword to deflect the arrows like he did this morning.
He had prepared for this moment since the battle with the enemy's vanguard.
As he swung his long sword in circles, the surrounding earth elementals gathered around and swirled around the blade.
The stones lifted off the ground, carrying away the dirt and mixing with the dusty smoke, creating a brown haze all around.
From afar, Yu's gaze projected as if he saw a "dragon" formed by the wind;
The "dragon's body" curled up with a sandstorm, raising its neck high, and with a flap of its "wings," it transformed into a sharp projectile, carrying the power to destroy mountains and seas.
Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom!
Without aiming, the moment the impact arrived, it swiftly targeted the extended line of the horizon and launched a ferocious collision.
The kicked up dust instantly covered the entire ground.
The undead soldiers who were just barely away from the center of the explosion were innocently engulfed in flying dust once again.
Under the might of this sword strike, the ground that could be stood on sank slightly;
The flat road instantly ceased to exist, and the horrifying scene that appeared in Yu's eyes was nothing more than a scene of a natural disaster aftermath.
After that sudden strike, the left-wing formation of the undead army was torn apart, and all the soldiers in that position were annihilated!
Just like when they were alive.
These soldiers who didn't pose much of a threat when they were alive, how much progress could they make after becoming undead?
Because they relied on the quantity to gather their army, they would be easily wiped out in an instant when facing an absolute power.
Seeing this scene, Yu was extremely grateful for his wisdom.
If he hadn't treated the army as expendable, charging forward without concern, forming a barrier for himself, then he would have been the one facing that strike just now.
Up until now, Yu's inner being was not particularly shocked.
After all, earlier this morning, as the one who experienced it firsthand, he personally witnessed the strength of his opponent;
Although the earth attack in the last second was more shocking in terms of perspective, its destructive power was not stronger than the lightning attack.
"If this is all you can do, then there's no need for me to deal with you. Just those foot soldiers alone are enough to tear you to pieces!"
Compared to the previous war, Yu would not be burdened by anyone now, and the fearless hundred thousand army was completely under his command.
The confidence brought by the tactic of overwhelming the enemy with sheer numbers made Yu completely believe:
Before the demon leader spent several minutes preparing for the next killer move, the soldiers rushing forward would be able to trap and kill him.
Objectively speaking, Yu's estimate was basically correct, as long as he didn't factor in the opponent's desperate factor...
A single move?
Definitely not!
Before the dust had time to settle, the long sword was once again raised high by its owner, gathering another type of element in the direction of the battlefield.
Amongst the six elements of water, fire, ice, wind, earth, and lightning, Wang was most adept at controlling lightning and fire.
But being adept at one thing doesn't mean he knows only that, otherwise, how could there have been over ten thousand undead buried under earth and rocks not long ago?
After using one type of element, Wang didn't stop there.
He subverted Yu's expectations and immediately controlled the rising wind element, causing it to transform into a swirling tornado that stood out on the battlefield.
The invisible vortex divided the battlefield in two.
On one end is "life", and on the other end is "death".
The hurricane connects the sky and the earth, and in the next moment it reverses these two concepts.
This is because the entangled undead have moved away from the surface, entering the realm of emptiness that they have never experienced before in life.
The external wind binds these undead, turning this place into a vast graveyard.
As they flip their bodies, due to being upside down, they look at the motionless figure on the ground and create an illusion that the other is located in the sky.
After the sword rings and the blade touches the ground, the undead flying high in the sky explode with a resounding crash due to the external pressure.
What falls to the ground in white is not necessarily rain and snow, but may also be the reflection of shattered bones turning pale.
Swoosh!
After launching the killer move twice in a row, there is a muffled sound coming from inside Wang's arm as the sword falls.
Soon, blood begins to pour out from that arm;
The blood flows from inside to outside, staining the clothes and saturating the terrifyingly red arm.
Wang knows that he is paying a "price".
Without waiting for his body to recover, he continues to launch powerful attacks, causing his limbs to bear a great burden.
When the burden reaches a certain degree and a large amount of blood is shed as before, it is a manifestation of "paying the price".
Bleeding is a normal thing, after all, Wang is still a human, and in this world, all humans are mortal;
But even so, certain people can still go beyond their limits and transform themselves into god-like existences.
The "war god" does not show signs of fatigue and continues to hold his sword in a third stance without retreating!
Countless water droplets crystallize in mid-air, solidifying into ice crystals and extending to become an endless expanse of ice and snow, covering the land ahead.
The spread-out "carpet of ice" maintains a curled shape at its forefront and becomes a straight line at its end, straighter than an arrow.
Every undead soldier caught in its path is overtaken by the spreading frost and completely frozen.
During the brief moment when the "carpet of ice" covers the battlefield, the countless ice sculptures created along the way turn into fragments, returning to the ground amidst the sound of shattering ice.
Later on, Wang's other arm turns crimson, and the impact caused by the burden truly hampers his two arms.
But this is far from over, as there are more than just these three elements, and he still has the strength to continue fighting.
Fire can ignite a blaze, water can flood the sea, and thunder can shake the heavens.
Perhaps due to gradually getting used to it, Wang begins to control the elements continuously within a short period of time.
Instead of attacking one by one, he commands the three major elements to gather around him at the same time;
Their power is no less than the previous three rounds of killer moves, and under his arrangement, they are released at the same time.
The water's ripples reflect layers of halos, reflecting the heat of the flames at its center;
Outside the flames, threads of lightning swirl and rotate, with semi-liquid thunder plasma occasionally dripping down, dissolving the already overwhelmed surface of the earth.
The waves washed away the increasingly disordered formations of the army, and it didn't take long for the undead soldiers to have the opportunity to dry the water stains on their bodies.
The scorching hot temperature coming towards them cannot be described as anything other than searing.
Not to mention evaporating the water, even the shining bones are evaporated to ashes!
And if that's not enough, the booming explosions of thunder follow as a supplement;
The lightning that has circled in the air three times sweeps away the remnants that survived, indiscriminately pounding the targets into pieces.
Six consecutive rounds of lethal impact result in the complete destruction of the entire battlefield.
Gazing into the distance, the Ghostly Visionary was "extremely surprised" to find:
Nothing remained!
The soldiers from their own country who were far away from the battlefield were spared from harm due to not participating in the war;
However, the numerous undead dispatched by the Ghostly faction were completely annihilated in a landslide, combined with the destruction from six elemental forces.
One sword overturned a multitude of ten thousand!
Unlike the morning's battle, where there were instances of annihilation on the battlefield, it was only the complete destruction of a single country's army.
The result this time had a fundamental difference compared to that, and could definitely be understood as:
An army equivalent to the combined forces of five nations was completely wiped out by their enemies in less than twenty minutes.
Before half an hour had passed, not a single soldier remained from the army that numbered in the six figures.
Since the continent entered the "Era of Kingdoms," in countless wars recorded in history, when has there been a casualty number that can be compared to this "horror story"?
Converting it into the concept of a country, it was equivalent to there being a man who, in the time it took to have a lunch, singlehandedly annihilated three major nations!
For the first time, the Ghostly Leader realized:
Originally, exaggerated numbers, a kingdom's history that spanned hundreds of years, and armies trained for over several decades;
All of the above, when facing a single sword, a single person, were even more fragile than the sand and silt before a flood!
"Fortunately... you are already at the end of your strength!"
As the shock subsided in his heart, a smirk appeared on Ghostly's lips, expressing his own satisfaction.
Looking at the amount of blood spilled by the Demon Clan's leader across an area several meters wide, it was enough to dye it a deep red. For an ordinary person, it was definitely enough to cause death.
Even if the opponent managed to stay alive and rely on life force beyond that of an ordinary person to continue supporting themselves, what did that mean?
"Now, you may not be able to exert even half of your usual strength, while I am different from the past and have already obtained the power to confront you!"
Ghostly raised his sword, and his whole body was immediately enveloped in a gray glow;
With a slight push off his feet, he crossed the long distance and viciously swung his sword;
The weapon raised high above his head, aimed directly at the detestable face in front of him.
Clang!
The sword and the knife were inherently incompatible weapons, driven by the will of their respective owners, launching deadly attacks at each other.
After the opening knife strike, the King's figure turned, and he appeared by Ghostly's side like a ghost.
The sword raised upwards turned into a rising black arc of light, and in the moment of eruption, it cut towards Ghostly.
If it was merely a contest of weapons, Ghostly did not have the certainty to surpass his opponent.
However, as an undead mage, his greatest trump card was not close combat, but the "thing" he was going to use to defend himself next.
When the slashing blade was about to hit, the shadow under Ghostly's feet detached from the ground and swirled upwards;
As soon as the shadow rose to a height close to his own body, it transformed into a strange outline that expanded wildly; when the eerie black shadow became large, it turned from an illusion into reality, and a giant skeleton, a tangible entity, appeared in front of the King, blocking his path.
The bone claws that swung forward crossed, tightened into a barrier, forcefully blocking the fast slash of the blade.
