Winner Takes All Chapter 1859

In an instant.

The twelve Hidden Worlds, including the Old Ghost of Yin Mountain, were all frozen in their tracks.

No one had expected that Huo Zhenxiao would actually be able to fight back and …… kill him in one blow when he was surrounded by thirteen Hidden Worlds!

How demonic is this?

On the ground, smoke and dust rolled.

Layers and layers of earth waves raged in all directions.

The first thing you can see is a figure standing in the middle of it. Underneath his feet is a large crater and cracks in the ground that spread out like a spider web.

The twelve Hidden Worlds relied on their Qi energy and hovered in the air, looking down at Huo Zhenxiao below, their eyes with three more points of fear than they had earlier.

“Be careful!”

In the oppressive silence, the old ghost of Yin Mountain spat out two words in a deep voice.

These two simple words quickly pulled the remaining eleven Hidden Worlds back to reality.

The faces of all of them turned grave.

Some even couldn’t help but narrow their eyes, looking as if they were on the verge of a great enemy.

Earlier, when thirteen of them had surrounded Huo Zhenxiao at the same time, this seemed to anyone like a sure win with a wind that couldn’t be smoother, so there were inevitably a few moments of underestimation in their hearts, and they could even have the leisure to appreciate Huo Zhenxiao.

After all, a few more words of praise for a dying man would not affect the final result, but would certainly show some of one’s poise.

But Huo Zhenxiao’s move “Dragon Battle” had told them with a real life that they might win this battle, but someone would definitely die under his gun.

No one wanted to die!

So, they all restrained the last few moments of underestimation in their hearts!

In the face of a life-and-death struggle, a single moment of carelessness would be enough to send their souls to hell!

Not waiting for the rolling waves of earth on the ground to dissipate.

A voice filled with endless killing intent suddenly rang out.


Two simple words, but like a life-threatening Sanskrit sound, caused a chill to run down the backs of the Old Ghost of Yin Mountain and the others.


Almost simultaneously, the earth shook violently, and the rolling waves of earth suddenly pulled up to tens of metres, pushing out horizontally in all directions.

The sound was spectacular.

Amidst the roaring noise, there was even the faint sound of a dragon whistling.

A majestic and mighty tornado of Qi energy ripped through the rolling waves of earth and went straight to the clouds.

Not waiting for the Hidden Worlds to react.

The blood-soaked Huo Zhenxiao was already holding his spear and once again rose into the air with the help of his qi.

This time, he did not wait for the Hidden Ones to make a move, and once he was airborne, he charged towards the nearest Hidden Ones like a vicious wolf.

“Come on!”

This Hermit was instantly jealous, his head full of silver hair whipping about, his face hideous.


There was not the slightest dodge.

Facing Huo Zhenxiao, who was coming after him, this Hidden Man’s Qi energy stirred around his body and he swung his long sword in his right hand.

A cold and fierce sword Qi tore through the air and swept towards Huo Zhenxiao.


Huo Zhenxiao’s lance was like a dragon, directly shattering the sword qi.

However, with just a moment’s delay, the Old Ghost of Yin Mountain and the others were already whistling with terrifying Qi and rushing to kill them.

In an instant.

The qi collided with each other, sending ripples that were visible to the naked eye, spreading out in all directions.

Huo Zhenxiao and the twelve Hidden Worlds once again fought and killed each other, their fierce and domineering qi looking out in all directions, like a pair of large hands, stirring up the sky.

Every now and then, a piece of Qi energy escaped and shot out onto the battlefield below, causing a terrifying mushroom cloud to rise like a bomb explosion, along with a dense ma*s of broken limbs and arms.

As the gods fought, mortals suffered.

To the Rongwu in the battlefield, Huo Zhenxiao and his team were already at the same level as the gods when they fought.

Even the qi that escaped from the fight was an unstoppable catastrophe for them.

Even the aura released by Huo Zhenxiao and the others was like a great mountain of fear, pressing down on the battlefield.

However, the allied soldiers were only moving away from Huo Zhenxiao and the others to reduce the pressure of their aura, but they were still charging towards Zhenjiang City.

The endless tide of people was like a vast ocean.

Even looking at it, one could feel the overwhelming sense of oppression.

Dense artillery fire rained down, sending up a mushroom cloud, but it was still difficult to stop the allied troops from approaching Zhenjiang City.

The distance was getting closer and closer.

Chen Dong, standing at the top of the city, could even see the increasingly panicked expressions on the faces of the soldiers of the Great Snow Dragon Riders pa*sing by.

He was not surprised.

On the contrary, this was only human nature.

The only difference was that their military vocation had suppressed the fear in their hearts.

“Let’s hope that we can delay it long enough.”

Chen Dong clenched his fist, looked at the allied army ronghorns at hand below the city, and then raised his eyes to Huo Zhenxiao who was fighting in blood, and resentment could not help but rise in his eyes once again, “Chen Daojun …… what exactly are you going to do?”


The vast army of the allied soldiers erupted at the same time with a shout of killing that broke through the sky.

Just as Huo Zhenxiao had guessed earlier, the allied troops of the Hundred Clans did not go crazy and take over the city walls on all fronts, but instead, in the midst of the chaos, converged in an orderly manner towards the place where the mountain of corpses was initially filled up.

An unending tide of people surged up the corpse mountain, trampling on the corpses of their compatriots as they headed up towards Zhenjiang City.

“Fire! Fire! Fire!”

On the city’s top, the commanding generals hissed.

Rounds of cannon fire continued to blast towards the corpse hill, pushing down the swarm of allied soldiers.

But it was as if they had gone mad, and as soon as one round of their companions was pushed out, they were followed by others.

Death, at this moment, seemed to be of no consequence.

Perhaps they were also seeking death, using their own bodies to pave the way for the real Union soldiers behind them.

As the army swarmed down the city, countless soldiers were turned into “stepping stones” on the road of corpses and blood, and the road of corpses and blood was getting closer and closer to the head of Zhenjiang City.

Even Chen Dong’s heart was pounding at the speed of the build-up.

He had never seen such an army before.

He had even been in exile in the snowy plains and had penetrated deeper and deeper into the rabble, and he swore that such a death squad should never have appeared in the military ranks of an army of a hundred tribes.

But the reality was cruel!

“Dragon Head Chen, what should we do? They’re almost paving the road up!”

A commander with a bloodied face rushed to Chen Dong, wiping a handful of blood from his face as he anxiously said.

Chen Dong gripped the bladeless blade in front of him and subconsciously glanced at Huo Zhenxiao in the distant air.

In his vision, Huo Zhenxiao had long since turned into a bloody man, his body covered in wounds as if he had been cut by a sword, but even so, he still had a strong battle spirit.

But he, too, really couldn’t care less about Zhenjiang City!

“Then …… I’ll do it!”

Chen Dong’s eyes narrowed into slits, his chill intent was overwhelming.

Even though Huo Zhenxiao had instructed him not to make a move, but now Zhenjiang City was in danger, if he didn’t cut the mountain of corpses and blood soon, once it was paved, an endless sea of people would surge right up to the city, and then it would be the time for the city to break down.

The firepower of Zhenjiang City’s thermal weapons is too limited to suppress the sea of people below while trying to clear the mountain of corpses and blood, and only a small amount of firepower can be poured onto the mountain of corpses and blood.

Although the “Eight Formations of Gods and Ghosts” was powerful, it still could not reduce the height of the corpse path in a short period of time.

The only option was for him to take action!