"Boom!"
Hundreds of yellow soil snakes burst forth from the ground, mouths wide open like blood-stained basins, charging fiercely at the opposing army formation. Yet the dark mass of heads showed no sign of stopping, ignoring the soil snakes as if they were nonexistent, striding forward in large steps.
In the era of cultivation wars, ordinary soldiers were mere cannon fodder—the decisive factor was always the priests!
As the soil snakes neared the army formation, a sudden black wind arose among the crowd. The wind coalesced into arrows, firing as if from ten thousand bows simultaneously, piercing through the air with sharp whizzing sounds, instantly tearing the soil snakes to shreds.
Throughout this process, neither side's advance was hindered. A hundred zhang, then ten zhang... The enemy's faces grew increasingly visible, their muscles contorted, weapons glinting coldly, accompanied by domesticated beasts and avian creatures.
Boom!
