The water flowed in all directions into the Taiji Vortex. And then, it pounds out into the widening waterway ahead.
This time, it was not just a small test like the previous one.
The previous strike when debugging the submerged dragon had only used a portion of the water. This time, however, the entire volume of water from the underground dark river in the Northern Lands was exploded.
The impact of the gushing water alone caused the ground to shake continuously.
On the ground, outside the Flying Cloud Pa*s, Zhan’er Mu felt the earth tremble and feel like it was shaking.
“What’s going on?!”
The inspiration in his heart was frantically warning that an unprecedented crisis was about to strike. Jimmu hurriedly looked around for the source of the crisis.
“Retreat, retreat quickly.” Behind them, Gaju also gave a hasty order for an urgent retreat.
However, the 120,000-strong army was straight ahead, so how could it retreat that easily?
Behind the gra*sland army, a powerful aura boomed out, and a tall gra*sland man came cutting through the air, “Sons of the Central Plains, how dare you use a Tong Shen realm powerhouse to strike at the army.”
Generally speaking, in warfare, a God-Realm powerhouse would only fight against a man of equal realm. To kill a local general of a lower realm by beheading him was already a matter of dignity, but to do it directly to the soldiers would be completely shameless.
“Hefeng Sa, the Tong Shen realm is not allowed to interfere in war, you have crossed the line.”
Pure white sword qi hovered across the front, its domineering sharpness causing the gra*sland Tong Shen realm powerhouse, Hefeng Sa, to be wary.
“Zhuge Longjue, you crossed the line first,” He Feng Sa said in a deep voice to the young man with frosty white temples, “The God Realm is slaughtering the army, are you trying to tear us apart completely?”
“It is customary for the Realm of the Tong Shen not to intervene in wars, and I am the only one from my dynasty who has arrived this time, the rest of the Tong Shen have not intervened.”
Zhuge Longxu looked at the violently shaking earth and said with a somewhat complicated gaze, “This is just a weapon.”
“Just a weapon? You Confucian nerds are bullying me for not reading much, aren’t you?”
He Feng Sa was furious, and the big, reckless beast-bone sword in his hand slashed straight down, cutting Zhuge Long Su across the sky with a fierce blade.
It was not that there were no forbidden weapons in the world that could endanger the God Realm, but those forbidden weapons were all wonders of the world, and any one of them would be far more precious than this army of 120,000.
Using such forbidden weapons against the army was undoubtedly killing a chicken with a bull’s-eye, or using an expendable kind of bull’s-eye. How stupid would the Northern Zhou Emperor have to be to use such forbidden weapons against this gra*slanders’ army?
Anyway, Hefeng Sa did not believe that the emperor was that stupid.
So there was only one truth, and that was that Zhuge Long Su, the white-faced scholar, was lying.
“I said it was just weapons. And ——”
Zhuge Longjue did not block hard, but just dodged and evaded.
“That is, if you go over there now, it will be too late.”
As soon as the words fell, the earth burst, and a huge column of water swirled and rushed up from the ground.
The diameter alone was hundreds of metres wide, and within the column of water were two distinct streams of water, intertwined and spinning.
The earth, the weeds and the people on the ground were swept up in the column of water that broke through the ground and stretched towards the sky.
“Ahhhhhhhhh ———-”
Shrieks of horror rose and fell, each of them sudden and abrupt, extremely short. As soon as the soldiers were caught in the water column, they were strangled by the violent water into a bloody mist and lost their lives completely.
“This is… simply ——” Xu Tiecheng looked in a daze at the still expanding column of water outside the city.
He was used to seeing bloodshed in the sands in his life, but a phenomenon as brutal as this had never been seen before.
The column of water rising from the ground swept tens of thousands of people into it, strangling them into a mist of blood, mixing with mud, weeds, and armour to form a sickening and shocking colour.
“This, is the power of the Submerged Dragon.” Gu Chen and the others watched from the sidelines, their eyes shifting, hardly able to stand on their own.
This was the Submerged Dragon, a Submerged Dragon created by their own hands.
How exciting it was to be able to build such a great killing weapon with their own hands, and how honourable it was to be able to do so.
“Boom…”
The water pillar rose to its end and burst apart, a murky stream of mud, blood and broken bones mixed with other things fell from the sky, striking the ground with a loud tremor.
The walls of Feiyun Pa*s were also swept by the turbidity, and apart from Xu Tiecheng and the others who used their true qi to hold their bodies in place, most of the soldiers were swept away by the turbidity. Most of them were swept off the walls and either seriously injured or unfortunately lost their lives.
A few were lucky enough not to be swept off the walls, but their wounds were not without consequence.
The gra*sland army outside Feiyun Pa*s was even more miserable, wrapped up in the turbid stream that could have become a river, and countless people drowned in it.
The corpses flowed with the turbid current towards the hole in the ground that had been breached and sank into the earth.
The water washes away, carrying away the filth. Only 30,000 gra*sland soldiers died under the strangling pillar of water, while 60,000 died in the turbid stream, more than twice as many as the former.
The deep hole that appeared in the middle of the gra*sland army was like a road to hell, swallowing up countless lives.
“Woah-”
Jimmu’s thick calves sank as far as they could into the ground, and his hands were thrust straight into the ground, not reaching his elbows. He straightened up and pulled his hands out, opened his mouth and spat out a pile of filth.
Jimmu was farther away from the eruption of water and was only swept up by the later deluge. With his strength, this great water could not hurt him even if it was too big.
It was just that a few gulps of water were still inevitable. The piles of filthy water entered the mouth of Zhan’er Mu, and the strong feeling of nausea made the cruel gra*sland butcher vomit out acidic water.
After vomiting the filth, Zhanyi raised his head with some difficulty and looked up at the devastation.
The prairie army was finished.
All that remained was a pile of soldiers who had lost their morale and their ability to fight. Although there were still 20,000 to 30,000 soldiers left on the ground, of those 20,000 to 30,000, only a few hundred were able to fight.
All of these hundreds were accomplished martial artists, with the lowest strength being at the eighth or ninth level of the Innate Realm.
However, there was no way for the strength of this Innate Realm to play a role in reversing the situation.
“Hefeng Sa, it is you who have lost, and you have lost in the end.” Zhuge Longxu looked at the gra*sland big man with a grimace and laughed lightly.
The pillar of water just now was pure natural power, and there was no trace of a Tong Shen realm powerhouse within. As Hopeful couldn’t find any signs of the God-Realm’s intervention, he couldn’t join the war.
With the remaining remnants of the army and the few True Dan realms, there was no way to take the Feiyun Pa*s, a majestic barrier.
This battle was won by the Northern Zhou, beautifully and effortlessly.
