Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Nightmare Assault
I, The Dragon Overlord
Loser System and Berserker Me
Horror Game Designer
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 323: How Many Things Live Inside His Heart?
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 245: Present
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1171- Three abilties
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 944: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (2)
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1170- King pearls
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 16
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 32: The First Trade
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 619: Old Monk in the Monastery
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3827: Discarded
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 244: Fear
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 322: Five Seconds
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1169- See you downstairs
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 942: The Fate-Burning Candle
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 943: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (1)
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1168- Level exceeding activation
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 15
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 618: Vajra's Angry Gaze
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3826: The Illusionary Ancestor’s Gift
Translated by: Hypersheep325
Edited by: Michyrr
The Tang soldiers of this world were not the army Wang Chong had led in the apocalyptic era, those who had survived through battle after battle with the otherworldly invaders and had abundant experience fighting against this kind of foe. But in various aspects, this army was already the peak of what human dynasties could achieve.
Wang Chong wanted to see, with another war imminent, just how powerful this army was, how effective they could be in the future apocalypse.
Plush! Plush! Plush!
After a few moments, as weapons plunged into flesh, Wang Chong's training began to show its might.
Weapons stabbed into the Yeluohe and their warhorses from all sides.
But the sensation of the swords piercing through them felt indescribably bizarre. It was like they were stabbing through some amalgam of cotton and decayed flesh.
"No blood!"
"They can still move!"
A Tang soldier looked at the Yeluohe horseman he had stabbed with a sword, his hair standing on end.
An alliance soldier would have been slain almost instantly by this sort of attack, but that Yeluohe seemed to be completely fine, its neck even turning so that its eyes could look at him.
All of the soldiers that were allowed to participate in this battle were battle-hardened men, but these things didn't seem human.
"Don't attack their bodies! Cut off their heads!" a Tang officer roared in the midst of the turmoil.
This officer was one of Guo Ziyi's subordinates and had followed him to Youzhou to gather information on the Yeluohe, and he had seen with his own eyes their power.
Just a few Yeluohe had been enough to contend against twenty-some elite Tang scouts. Now, these Yeluohe had formed an army of tens of thousands, and their power was on a completely different level.
The smallest error would lead to unimaginable consequences.
The officer's warning had come very quickly, but in the end, he was still a few seconds too slow.
Plush! Plush! Plush! The Yeluohe snapped the swords that were stabbed into their bodies and stabbed their weapons into t
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