On the vast grassland, two armies faced off, the chilling wind of death sweeping through both sides, the oppressive killing aura instilling fear in everyone's hearts.

Northern Zhou and the grassland, these two nations that had been at odds for hundreds of years, finally faced the moment of a decisive battle.

For Northern Zhou, although these hundred thousand elite troops were less than thirty percent of the total military, their combat power accounted for nearly half of the total force.

Now entering the grassland, the terrain is open and flat, and most of the grassland army are cavalry. If they are defeated, the chance of survival for these hundred thousand elite troops is almost none.

If these hundred thousand troops were lost, Northern Zhou would suffer an unprecedented blow.

And for the grassland, this was also a battle of life and death. If they fail while fighting on their home turf, the Golden Wolf Han Court would be on the verge of collapse, standing on the edge of a cliff, with only a hair's breadth from complete defeat.

So, the Golden Wolf Khan had already prepared to go into battle.

Although he had previously boasted about building a Jingguan, as if the Northern Zhou army was easily defeated, in reality, the Khan took this battle with unprecedented seriousness.

"Old Shang Batu, Wuwei Tribe Harilla, Yifa Yulvdi Tribe Hu Leitai meet the Left Xianwang."

In the grassland army's command tent, the chiefs of the three major tribes saluted Left Xianwang Zhan Shilu.

Although the Left Xianwang was not a Divinity Realm warrior, his wisdom was respected by all the grassland people, and even the chiefs of the three major tribes, who were just below the Golden Wolf Khan, held him in great esteem.

"Chiefs of the three tribes, this battle concerns the safety of the Han Court, I hope you will give your full support," the Left Xianwang said in return.

"Please rest assured, Left Xianwang, the young men in my tribe are all warriors who can tear apart tigers and leopards. Those soft-footed lambs from the Central Plains in front of us are nothing but two-legged sheep," the chief of the Old Shang, Batu, said loudly, thumping his chest.

The Old Shang has always been known for their combat power, almost entirely under the Khan's command, so Batu's confidence was understandable.

However, after hearing Batu's words, the Left Xianwang had to remind him, "Chief Batu, Northern Zhou is not in the same defensive state as before. Since Feng Jiwu ascended the throne, both battles between Northern Zhou and the Han Court ended in defeat for the Han Court, with countless of our grassland sons dead or wounded, we must not be too careless."

"Indeed," Harilla from the Wuwei Tribe said, "Especially that Northern Zhou Demon, who played a role in both battles that led to our crushing defeat. The Demon's subordinates in Northern Zhou are adept at abnormal skills, able to summon wind and rain, and the last great drought was their work."

Back then, to drive the Hidden Dragon, Qing Yu sent people to divert all the underground rivers in the north, causing a severe drought on the grassland, which wreaked great havoc. The Wuwei tribe, being the most affected, remembered Qing Yu deeply.

"On this point, please rest assured, the Shamanism sect is fully mobilized this time, and the Great Shaman will personally come, this time the Northern Zhou Demon will not be able to cause any trouble," the Left Xianwang said.

"Has the Great Shaman recovered from his injuries?"

The chiefs of the three tribes asked with surprise and joy upon hearing of the Great Shaman's arrival.

The Great Shaman of the grassland is the spiritual belief of the grassland people, second only to the Golden Wolf Khan. However, what surprised and respected the three chiefs even more was the Great Shaman's formidable strength, as he was able to exchange blows with the strongest.

However, in the last Western Regions battle, to create an escape opportunity for the Golden Wolf Khan, the Great Shaman used a forbidden technique, injuring his Primordial Energy severely, and it was unknown whether he had recovered until now.

"Not at all," the Left Xianwang said with a deep sorrow on his face, "The Great Shaman is about to return to the embrace of the Eternal Heaven, he is doomed to sacrifice in this battle."

"May the Great Shaman's soul return to the Eternal Heaven."

"May the Great Shaman's soul return to the Eternal Heaven," the three chiefs said in unison.

It wasn't until this moment that the three chiefs truly realized the importance of this battle. Even the Great Shaman is to exhaust the last of his life on the battlefield, the people of the grassland were indeed at an extremely critical moment.

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"Boom——"

The moment the first Red Dragon Cannon from the Fire Department was fired, the war had officially begun.

On the side of the Northern Zhou army, nearly a hundred Red Dragon Cannons fired continuously, and the ferocious artillery barrage let the grassland people experience for the first time what was called the art of bombardment.

Just a few rounds of artillery left nine out of ten grassland soldiers in the lead dead. Martial Artists not at the Divine Origin Realm had too weak resistance to firearms, and when directly hit, not even Body Refinement Innate Realm martial artists could withstand the power of the explosions.

The scales of victory tilted towards Northern Zhou from the start. It wasn't about strategy or military tactics, it was a straightforward frontal bombardment that chilled the hearts of those grassland soldiers who were called warriors.

"Attack," Xu Tiecheng ordered coldly.

After the artillery, the morale of the grassland soldiers plummeted, and the Northern Zhou soldiers gathered in formation and advanced steadily, the Soldier Evil condensed into the shape of a black Netherworld Phoenix, emitting a piercing sound of death.

"The Netherworld Phoenix Absolute Life Formation of Northern Zhou, indeed, this time Northern Zhou is showing their true power," the Left Xianwang murmured as he gazed into the distance at the shape of the killing aura from the army formation in the Central Army.

As the strongest military formation handed down from the ancient Great Zhou Dynasty, the Netherworld Phoenix Absolute Life Formation could only be borne by a hundred battles tested soldiers with abundant vitality. If one's vitality was insufficient, those within the formation would be the first to perish.

The deployment of such a large scale of elite troops by Northern Zhou was a testament to their unparalleled determination.

"Change formation, Gray Wolf Howling Sky," the Left Xianwang immediately ordered.

At the same time, he respectfully addressed an elder beside him, "Great Shaman, I ask Shamanism to lend their power to our army."

"Cough cough······"

The elderly Great Shaman hunched over, his complexion ashen, like that of a dead man. He coughed slightly and said, "No need for such formalities, Left Xianwang, as this concerns the safety of the Han Court, Shamanism cannot shirk its responsibilities. Ali Budha."

"Teacher," said Ali Budha, a middle-aged shaman in animal skins, stepping forward.

"This battle is for you to establish your prestige, go ahead."

"Yes, Teacher."

The shaman named Ali Budha was to be the next Great Shaman. After this battle, regardless of the outcome, the Great Shaman would return to the Eternal Heaven, paving the way for his disciple.

Quickly, with the change in formation, the grassland army regrouped, and above the army appeared the fierce Sky Howling Mad Wolf, issuing wild howls towards the opposing army formation.

At the same time, the shamans scattered throughout the army collectively gathered their Qi to summon cold winds, creating a cold breeze in early autumn, with tiny ice particles mixed in the wind, blasting towards the Northern Zhou army.

"Shamanism's witchcraft, quickly, Circulation Eight Extremes Formation."

Upon seeing this, Gu Chen, the leader of the Eight Divisions under Qing Yu, immediately had the Taoists already in position channel True Qi, activating the Circulating Eight Forces of the Circulation Eight Extremes Formation to counter the enemy.

For a moment, the soldiers of both armies engaged in fierce combat below, while in the sky, the Taoists of the Circulation Eight Movements and Shamanism practitioners exerted pressure on each other, pushing the battle to a climax.

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