The reality proved that the extraordinary power of the Sacred Relics was something beyond human capabilities to counter, even if the Saint-King couldn’t fully unleash their Saint-level power outside the Sacred Domain.
As Land Chen joined the group of courtiers on the city wall, witnessing the figure under the city wall who was slaughtering enemies with an air of invincibility, he deeply felt this truth.
Clad in black heavy armor, the Cangming Saint-King sat atop a tall and armored horse, charging forward relentlessly. Their silver-black spear acted like a deadly reaper’s scythe, mowing down groups of well-equipped Forbidden Army soldiers with each swing.
Wherever they went, carnage followed. In an instant, a narrow vacuum zone was carved through the battlefield.
For someone who had experienced countless battles in video games, Land Chen even felt like he was watching a game of grass-cutting.
Despite being surrounded by thousands of enemy soldiers on a fierce battlefield, they still managed to sweep through with an immensely powerful force, cutting down the enemy in droves.
“Is this for real?!”
Land Chen was utterly shocked.
He had spent a considerable amount of time in this world and while he wasn’t a complete expert on it, he was fairly well-informed. He had heard of the Saint-King as a special existence, a symbol of power who guarded the Sacred Domain with their unsurpassable Saint-level strength.
But he only knew that the Saint-King was powerful in a vague sense; he lacked a concrete understanding of their strength.
Until now…
Witnessing the concept of a true “one against a thousand” in reality was beyond description.
It felt somewhat like when he played Dynasty Warriors as a child and encountered Lu Bu, the nearly invincible warrior who effortlessly crushed all opposition when he appeared.
In this world where supernatural forces like spells, techniques, and formations existed, even the strongest cultivators couldn’t possibly go against tens of thousands on a battlefield where malevolent energies ran rampant, greatly affecting their abilities. The only one capable of this was the Saint-King.
Furthermore, the Saint-King’s strength wasn’t confined to just their individual combat prowess.
As the Saint-King swiftly advanced as if in a realm of their own, the three thousand Xuanwu Guards followed closely, killing off the frightened Forbidden Army soldiers in their wake. The entire unit functioned like an unfeeling reaper, rapidly mowing down waves upon waves of enemy soldiers.
Tens of thousands of Forbidden Army soldiers couldn’t halt the advance of the Cangming forces led by Jiang Chengdao. Instead, they only served to momentarily slow down their march with their own corpses.
With the Forbidden Army’s assault blocked, the once evenly matched balance was shattered by Jiang Chengdao. Despite the Martial God Formation boosting their momentum, the massive unit couldn’t get anywhere near the city gate anymore.