"Descend! Leave the warboats in an orderly fashion, quickly form up, and set up your battle formations to withstand the enemy's assault!"
Liu Qinglin and others had already given the order, and the entire army was attacking.
Deng Yangge directed everyone to dismount from the warboats and the backs of the two sacred beasts, forming their battle formations.
The fifty-mile distance provided them with ample buffer time to deploy their formations calmly.
When they came, Wan Lei had already calculated the distances.
Wan Lei produced two formation pearls. One was the Old Turtle Shell Great Formation, which possessed extremely high defense and enveloped their army.
The other was the Myriad Monster Formation, which covered the entire battlefield and provided recovery for their sacred beasts.
The warriors could use the protection of the great formation to kill the first wave of enemies.
No matter how sturdy the Old Turtle Shell Great Formation was, even with the help of people from the Heavenly Formation Pavilion maintaining it, it could still be damaged. When that happened, it would be time for close-quarters combat.
The enemy's numbers were too great, and with the enhancement of forbidden techniques boosting their combat power, their side was surely no match.
To turn the tide of battle, controlling the enemy's demonic beasts was paramount.
With over five hundred thousand sacred beasts, the Myriad Monster Formation could not control them all immediately, so they would have to rely on themselves to hold back the enemy.
"Wan Lei, after I defeat you, before I kill you, I will let you witness with your own eyes your Myriad Banner being torn to shreds!"
Liu Qinglin let out a cold snort, his eyes gradually turning blood-red as he slowly raised his hands.
In the sky, that boundless crimson transformed with his operations, forming a powerful storm.
The sky seemed to be burning.
The storm carried the sanguineous energy, permeating the entire battlefield. Everyone in the opposing formation who inhaled the blood energy had their eyes turn red, their muscles grow stronger, and their charge speed increase.
"Everyone, whether we live or die, let's fight!"
Liu Qinglin roared, drawing his sword and charging towards Wan Lei first.
According to the plan discussed by Wan Lei and the others before coming, Linpeng Dominator had strong defensive capabilities, so he would block two enemies first. They would each take one, and whoever resolved their opponent first would go to assist Linpeng Dominator.
Of course, while that was the plan, Wan Lei actually only hoped that Fang Jufeng and Chen Yijun would not be the first to be eliminated. One was at the middle stage of the Mahayana realm, and the other at the lower stage, neither of whom had experience killing Mahayana realm cultivators. In terms of actual combat strength, they might not even be as good as Wan Lei himself.
The hope for a comeback in this battle rested entirely on Wan Lei and Fang Xiaoyu.
In the sky, fierce fighting erupted.
Battles between Mahayana realm powerhouses could never conclude quickly.
Similarly, the ensuing legions' battle below was no different.
Once ten thousand men gather, they form an endless tide.
The enemy numbered hundreds of thousands, coupled with hundreds of thousands of sacred beasts, totaling an army of a million, completely encircling the Old Turtle Shell Great Formation.
Wan Lei had already released all of his own sacred beasts, keeping them within the great formation.
The battlefield spanned hundreds of miles; standing on the ground, one could not see the end.
Those responsible for long-range attacks were stationed at the very front, constantly attacking the enemy outside the formation.
The allied forces, with their eyes reddened, charged forward fearlessly, desperately attacking the great formation.
The enemy's numbers were too overwhelming; the great formation soon began to shake violently.
Wan Lei's side, whether cultivators or Grassland tribesmen, were all greatly alarmed.
According to predictions, this great formation could at least withstand the enemy for a day. Yet, how long had it been, and it was already showing instability?
The enemy's combat strength had been severely underestimated; the boost from the Blood Fiend Sky Burning Technique had caused these individuals' combat power to soar.
"Hold firm, stabilize the great formation! Elder Liu, go support the southeast. Elder Seven, go support the southwest. Everyone else, channel your spiritual energy to reinforce the great formation. We must hold steady."
Xu Qing, the young master of the Heavenly Formation Pavilion, continuously directed the formation masters.
"Sons, this is a moment of life and death! Bring out all your strength, kill those scoundrels outside, those traitors who slaughtered our kin!"
Deng Yangge, the battle instructor, cheered on his own people while also admonishing the enemy outside.
"Grassland tribesmen outside, do not stray further down the wrong path. Do not assist these outside cultivators in harming our own people. The grasslands have been submerged by the purple rain, and only a few can reach this point. We should unite and overcome difficulties together. Grasslanders do not kill Grasslanders. Let us go into the Great Wall together and establish our territory. Let us live in harmony, love each other, and continue the civilization of the grasslands, let our tribes proliferate. The great Divine Sacred Beast will forgive your past mistakes."
"Yes, I will forgive you, as long as you lay down your weapons and surrender!"
The little yellow dog also shouted loudly.
It was a rather ironic scene: the besieged and disadvantaged side was trying to persuade the strong side to surrender.
But the people outside had long since lost their reason. The blood energy within the Blood Fiend Sky Burning Technique had already corrupted their minds. They now had only one thought: if they killed the enemy before them, they could survive.
With millions of enemies, it was naturally impossible for all of them to rush forward and attack. The Old Turtle Shell Great Formation was only so large; the enemy's ranks stretched very long. Those behind could only wait for those in front to fall before they could charge forward and continue their frenzied assault on the great formation.
Those outside were all crazed.
Some weaker ones were killed instantly by the warriors within the formation, which was considered fortunate. Some stronger second and third-tier warriors, upon their spiritual energy being almost depleted, or when gravely wounded and dying, would defiantly choose to self-destruct.
These self-destructions did not kill a single enemy; instead, they would kill those around them. But no one cared; their lives were not their own, merely consumables.
However, such self-destructions caused significant damage to the great formation. The battle had only just begun for an hour, and the great formation had already developed a breach.
The enemy surged through the breach, pouring into the great formation and frantically slaughtering Wan Lei's tribesmen.
The heavy shield soldiers reacted quickly, immediately rushing to the breach to seal it. Those following behind also moved up. When those in front fell, they would plug the gap and continue to resist the enemy.
"The enemy's assault has been interrupted! Hurry and kill the enemies who have broken through, quickly, do not let them disrupt the formation!"
Deng Yangge roared furiously. The several hundred enemies who had broken through were quickly annihilated.
"Charge, charge in! You bunch of useless scum! If these enemies do not die, you will all die! To survive, to enter the Great Wall, kill all these people! Obey the will of the gods!"
Outside the great formation, on a tall war chariot, the leader of the enemy tribal alliance was roaring, directing his warriors to charge into the great formation.
"We have already killed millions of our kin. Their sacrifices were made so that we could survive. Do not let their sacrifices be in vain, charge!"