Chapter 1532 Control, Two Rules! (4)

Chapter 1532 Control, Two Rules! (4)

"Zhang Chenyang, follow me and lead 10,000 Jin clansmen to stay and obstruct the enemy.
"We have to prevent those humans from attacking the army and reduce their chances of entering the third level of the secret ground."
The Golden Crow True Spirit on Han Muye's body rose and advanced.
Shang Zhenyu cupped fists and Zhang Chenyang nodded heavily.
"Leave all the ninth-level Essence Spirits behind. Those below the eighth-level will follow Shang Zhenyu into the second-level secret ground first!"
With that, Han Muye turned to look at Shang Zhenyu and lowered his voice. "The second floor might encounter the human army.
"Zhang Yu might have already died."
If Zhang Yu had died, the second level would face a challenge with 20,000 human troops and two human True Spirits. Shang Zhenyu leading 50,000 troops would have to fight them and qualify to enter the next level, making it difficult.
"Don't worry." Shang Zhenyu nodded, his face flashing with a blazing light, "I promise to complete the mission."
The 50,000-strong army quickly gathered, and the ninth-level Essence Spirit powerhouses stayed behind.
Zhang Chenyang and Han Muye stood side by side.
In front of the mountain peak, the human army had already rushed over.
Han Muye let out a low shout. The Primordial Chaos Armor on his body shone, and his body transformed into a thousand-foot-long golden-armored general.
The Golden Crow True Spirit attached itself to the golden armor and condensed into a flaming cloak. The longsword in its hand appeared and condensed with the True Spirit Bone.
"Kill—"
The golden-armored warrior took a step forward and slashed down with his sword.
At this moment, no sword move could compare to this pure slash.
If it was outside the Ruins Realm, an Immortal Realm could be directly cut in half.
In the sky above the human battle formation, the body of the general that had also gathered was slashed into pieces.
The four True Spirit Realm experts had no choice but to fly up, their weapons colliding with Han Muye's sword.
"Boom—"
Thousands of golden lights shattered.
Endless proficiency light flashed.
The sword in Han Muye's hand carried the power to topple mountains and overturn seas as it slashed through the world in front of him.
Although the human army and the four True Spirits were barely able to block this sword, it also caused the morale of the army to instantly plummet.
"Kill—"
Han Muye shouted loudly.
It was not that he had not killed before.
On the contrary, he could condense the Slaughter Sword and once controlled monstrous killing power.
At this moment, he no longer held back. He slashed with the longsword in his hand, and every strike caused space to tremble.
Zhang Chenyang and the 10,000-strong army behind him followed closely behind and attacked the human battle formation with all their might.
The 10,000-strong army forcefully resisted the 60,000-strong human army, preventing them from advancing an inch.
"Retreat—"
Finally, a voice sounded from the human army.
The Bright Silver Battle Formation retreated like a tide.
Han Muye, who was holding a long sword, stood in front of the mountain peak like a god of war.
Half a day later, the human army gathered again.
This time, they were much more cautious.
The four True Spirits held Han Muye back while the army advanced layer by layer.
There were less than 10,000 experts of the Golden Crow tribe and without the support of a battle formation, they could only retreat slowly.
Even if Zhang Chenyang attacked with all his might, he could only block the phantoms of the generals gathered in the battle formation.
Within a day, the human army advanced to within fifty miles of the golden gate.
The next day, the human army was only ten miles away from the gate.
"Retreat to the second level!
"Zhang Chenyang, take them away first.
"I'll guard this place!"
Han Muye flew back and stood in front of the door of light. The golden-armored general's figure was level with the door of light.
His body surged with battle intent as the power of the Golden Crow Divine Flame burned.
Golden light illuminated the sky.
"I'll stay with you—"
Before Zhang Chenyang could finish speaking, Han Muye turned around. The golden light in his eyes made him lower his head.
"Let's go!" Zhang Chenyang gritted his teeth and entered the door of light.
The 10,000 Golden Crow army retreated to the second floor, leaving Han Muye standing in front of the door of light with his sword.
"Kill—"
The sound of killing rang out from the human army.
The military formation gathered and rushed towards the door of light.
The four True Spirit Realm cultivators advanced step by step.
If Han Muye stayed here, they had the ability to surround and kill him with the army.
Han Muye slowly raised the sword in his hand with a calm expression.
He could feel the power in his body awakening.
This was a rule!
"That's it, sacrifice?"
Looking at the tide-like human army, Han Muye laughed and counterattacked with his sword!