Urban God of War: The Live-in Son-in-law-Chapter 674 - 669: Breaking the Formation, Dire Situation!
As Old Long engaged in battle with the Great Commander, the red-nosed elder and Old Man Huang Niu also followed closely behind Old Long, charging forth to join the fight.
However, they were intercepted by two Deputy Commanders of the Demon Horn Tribe. These two members of an alien race were also at the peak of the Yin-Yang Realm, with profoundly inscrutable cultivation levels. Even if the two village elders were mighty, they found it difficult to break through the blockade of these two in a short amount of time.
The great war erupted in its entirety, with people from the major powers moving out in succession, clashing and battling with the Demon Horn Tribe.
Whether it was Xuanyuan Hall or Yin-Yang Temple, as well as the Vampire Divine Court and the Wizard Alliance, even though they fought incessantly on ordinary days, they now had to put aside past disputes and hatred in the face of a common enemy.
The battle cries were continuous and fierce; the fighting was so intense that it even stained the sky dome with blood!
It must be said that the Demon Horn Tribe is indeed a powerful race. Even if they had just entered the Human Realm and were slightly uncomfortable, with their strength suppressed, their flesh bodies were exceptionally gifted. In single combat, they generally outmatched the Human Race at the same cultivation level, not to mention the Demon Horn Tribe Army had more members of every cultivation level than the humans.
Besides, the Demon Horn Tribe Army was better trained and coordinated much more effectively, so during the first round of melee clashes, even though the Demon Horn Tribe also suffered many casualties, the Human Race endured even greater losses. With just one confrontation, nearly one-third of the Human Race had already fallen.
The battle was incredibly fierce; however, despite this, no one on the human side retreated because everyone knew that once they fell back and allowed the Demon Horn Tribe to break through the barrier, the Human Race would surely be doomed.
Compared to the heavy casualties suffered by other powers, the troops under Ye Feng's command were clearly performing much better. This well-trained and cohesive team, bolstered by the Military Soul, swiftly became like a sharp blade, plunging deep into the ranks of the Demon Horn Tribe Army. As they took enemy heads and quickly advanced toward the center's Altar Formation.
"Damn it, this Human Race team is not to be underestimated. Immediately send the eight Yin-Yang Mirror Great Powers and experts of the Golden Core Realm to block them, we must not let them advance any further!" A Demon Horn Tribe elder in charge of the Great Formation commanded with a stern voice.
No sooner had he spoken than eight Demon Horn Tribe Yin-Yang Mirror Great Powers and countless Golden Core Realm experts flew out, converging on Ye Feng's squad.
"Break through them with all your might, each person confronts a Yin-Yang Mirror Great Power!" Ye Feng commanded coldly, and he took the lead, rushing toward the strongest of the Demon Horn Tribe's Yin-Yang Mirror Great Powers.
At the same time, Chi Jark, Xiao Rulong, along with Hong Qingyan, Long Nannan, and Xiao Chuanqi, several great legion commanders, soared into the sky.
As a result, the Demon Horn Tribe could not continue to operate the Altar Formation for the time being. After all, these eight Yin-Yang Mirror Great Powers were originally meant to preside over the Formation. Given the current situation, they had to defeat Ye Feng's powerful unit before they could continue to oversee the Formation.
It must be acknowledged that, given the current situation, the team led by Ye Feng had torn a hole in the Demon Horn Tribe Army and penetrated it, compelling them to stop operating the Great Formation. This act was meritorious, and indeed a significant one at that, as the surprise troops played a crucial role.
Moreover, this was greatly unexpected for the Demon Horn Tribe. They were enraged beyond measure, at this moment wishing to tear Ye Feng apart and drink his blood and eat his flesh!
However, with the barring of the eight Yin-Yang Mirror Great Powers and a large number of Golden Core Realm experts, Ye Feng's surprise troops were eventually stopped and could no longer proceed. It wasn't long before many casualties arose, with powerful figures from the academy and the Northern Border Army falling one by one.
Nonetheless, no one retreated. Each of them remained high-spirited and murderous, continuously charging toward the Altar Formation!
Ye Feng was fearless in the face of the Yin-Yang Mirror Great Power before him. After cultivating more than two thousand nine hundred acupoints in his body, his cultivation level had significantly increased. Although his realm had not changed, his combat power had undoubtedly become much stronger.
Yet the spirit-strong Ye Feng faintly perceived that someone was targeting him from the shadows, seemingly ready to launch a sneak attack at any moment. He had to stay vigilant at all times, but luckily, the Demon Horn Tribe's Great Altar Formation had temporarily ceased operation, so he did not need to rush.
As for Xiao Rulong, Chi Jark, and Xiao Chuanqi, although they had exceptional talent, they were after all only at the Golden Core Realm. Facing the Yin-Yang Mirror Great Powers, even just the One Seal Yin-Yang Mirror was quite challenging and fraught with danger. Nevertheless, they showed no fear or retreat, their battle spirits soaring as they treated these formidable opponents as objects of their training.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, Ye Feng glanced at the other side of the battlefield, where the Hall Masters and the Great Powers of Xuanyuan Hall were holding their ground. Originally, these characters were high-level practitioners of the Yin-Yang Mirror, especially the Second and the Fourth Hall Master—both were Three Seal Experts. If they wished, they could crush their opponents at any time and press toward the Altar Formation. But they chose not to, instead opting to engage their adversaries in combat without unleashing their full strength. In fact, not only Xuanyuan Hall but also Yin-Yang Temple and Vampire Divine Court's Great Power experts were not fully applying themselves, each harboring their own schemes. Especially upon seeing the Demon Horn Tribe's Altar Formation temporarily stop, they became even more passive and negligent.
Ye Feng was extremely frustrated by this, but there was nothing he could do. Looking at the situation, it seemed that the so-called Four Great Powers were willing to let the warriors of Northwest Little Mountain Village fight to the last.
It must be said that the villagers of Northwest Little Mountain Village, despite their age, injuries, and disabilities, were all incredibly valiant, bearing the brunt of the assault from the majority of the Demon Horn Tribe's elite forces. After a fierce battle, however, many of the villagers and powerful warriors had fallen, suffering significant losses.
At that critical moment, Old Long seemed to realize that the longer the situation dragged on, the more detrimental it would be for the Human Race. After repelling the Great Commander of the Demon Horn Tribe, he immediately employed the Thunderclap Movement Technique and swept toward the Great Altar Formation below.
"Break for me!" Old Long thrust his palm forward, and a colossal Great Hand Seal instantly descended, imposing as a mountain when it crushed down mightily.
However, at this very moment, eight experts of the Yin-Yang Mirror positioned at the corners beneath the Great Formation continuously formed seals with their hands, pushing their palms forward in front of their chests, and beams of radiance burst forth from the centers of their palms. In an instant, a protective shield materialized above the Grand Altar Formation.
Boom...
Enormous Palm Seals smashed against the protective shield, causing an earth-shattering rumble. After several tremors, the protective shield shattered violently, but Old Long's Palm Seal was also obliterated.
It turned out that the Demon Horn Tribe had already set up a Guardian Formation at the edges of the Grand Altar Formation, defended by eight Yin-Yang Mirror experts. Even someone as powerful as the Human Race leader, Old Long, would have difficulty breaking through this Guardian Grand Formation in a short amount of time.
"Dammit!" Old Long couldn't help but curse loudly, clearly taken aback by the Demon Horn Tribe's strength and scheming.
It must be said that after hundreds, or even thousands of years of evolution, the Demon Horn Tribe had gradually become stronger in plotting and scheming, no longer as single-minded as they had been over two thousand years ago. Consequently, dealing with them now often proved to be even more difficult.
The Great Commander of the Demon Horn Tribe was naturally red with rage. He was, after all, the leader of this great army, and to be forced to retreat by a single move from these lowly humans was, to him, an unimaginably great shame.
Suddenly, the Wolf Fang Club was launched into the air from the hands of the Demon Horn Tribe Great Commander and began to spin rapidly. In a blink, a series of dazzling golden lights shot forth from the club.
The golden light was piercingly cold, and it slit the very space it passed through, illustrating the terror of these golden beams. In fact, these were not simple beams of light, but rather golden needles shot from the Wolf Fang Club, indicating that this club wielded by the Great Commander of the Demon Horn Tribe was likely a fearsome magic treasure.
Old Long did not dare to be careless. With a wave of his right hand, a golden-yellow banner unfurled and hovered in mid-air.
"Fix!" Old Long formed a Seal Technique with his hands, and the golden-yellow banner immediately burst forth with brilliant Xuan Light. The light swept out and instantly immobilized the incoming golden needles.
"This is the Ancient Treasure-fixing Flag. To think that you, damnable old man, would possess an Ancient Magic Treasure!" The Great Commander of the Demon Horn Tribe ground his teeth with anger.
"I told you, you can't stop me!" Old Long shouted coldly, launching a punch directly.
In an instant, the momentum of his punch roared like the cry of tigers and dragons, rushing down toward the Altar Formation below with its jaws wide open.
"You won't break my Formation, impossible!" The Great Commander of the Demon Horn Tribe shouted coldly, the antenna on his head suddenly bursting forth with a dazzling black light. The black light surged out and formed a ferocious and sharp claw in mid-air.
"Finally revealing the Demon Horn Tribe's Innate Divine Ability, but it seems your divine skill isn't all that impressive," Old Long sneered.
"Not impressive? Then let's see how you handle the power of my Demon Sky Claw!" The Great Commander of the Demon Horn Tribe sneered coldly, his huge black claw reaching down and instantly shredding Old Long's overwhelming Fist Momentum.
However, Old Long's expression did not change in the slightest; he now held a piece of yellow paper in his hand. It was an ancient and wrinkled paper figure.
But as soon as Old Long dropped a drop of Heart Blood on it and gently blew on it, the wrinkled paper figure exploded with blinding golden divine light.
Boom...
A sky-piercing golden-armored giant appeared out of nowhere, standing tall in the air.
"What? Dammit, that's the Ancient Paper-cutting Technique! I didn't expect you to have learned it too. You pesky Human Clan Elder, you sure know a lot of tricks!" the Great Commander of the Demon Horn Tribe cursed through clenched teeth.
But Old Long was already disinclined to waste words with him. The current tide of battle was not favorable to the Human Race, with more and more falling and suffering heavy casualties. Therefore, he had to break the Altar Formation as quickly as possible and then lead the Human Race back to the Great Wall of Heaven. Only by doing so could they possibly preserve the strength of the Human Race.
"Go!" Old Long swung his great hand, and the armored golden giant, holding a giant axe, took a step through the void and charged towards the Great Commander of the Demon Horn Tribe.
"Third Rank Paper Cutting Technique, capable of exerting eighty percent of the master's strength within half a minute. You all, hold the Altar Formation and make sure it does not break!" The Great Commander of the Demon Horn Tribe commanded through gritted teeth.
Indeed, without needing his reminder, the eight Demon Horn Tribe Yin-Yang Mirror experts below had already been continuously forming seals, sending out radiance from their hands to reinforce the Guardian Grand Formation.
Old Long's eyes sharpened as he launched another punch!
