Chapter 91

  "Hu——The majestic Han's successive cries had not yet been uttered, his body had already transformed into thick smoke, which was sucked clean by Tang Yin. The large iron hammer in his hand also returned to its original state, but it still felt extremely heavy, and when it hit the ground, it made a dull thud."

  Tang Yin handed the sickle to his left hand, effortlessly grasped the iron hammer, and without seeing him exert any force, he simply raised his arm outward, and the iron hammer was already swung out by him.

  Buzz!

  The iron hammer spun in the air, heavily smashing into the crowd of barbarian soldiers. In an instant, a burst of miserable cries erupted from the barbarian camp, and at least five or six barbarian soldiers were knocked to the ground.

  The barbarian army camp was in an uproar, the strong man's status in the barbarian army was not low, and they watched with their own eyes as he was burned to smoke. The barbarian soldiers were shocked and frightened, feeling fear in their hearts. People no longer dared to launch a desperate attack on Tang Yin like before, and their feet seemed to be nailed to the ground, surrounding but not attacking.

  They didn't make a move, Tang Yin didn't have time to waste with them. He lowered his waist and charged into the barbarian army like lightning, swinging his sickle knife while using dark fire to burn the surrounding barbarians.

  Tang Yin was brave and fierce, unstoppable. The barbarian soldiers were repeatedly forced to retreat. Soon, Tang Yin rushed to the central area of the town, where there were even more barbarian soldiers, at least over a thousand people, who were currently besieging a mansion in the middle of the town.

  This courtyard is one of the largest and highest buildings in Yuanwang Town, with walls as high as two meters on all sides. Now, the walls are lined with Wind Soldiers, who are resisting the barbarian troops attacking from outside.

  At this sight, Tang Yin was secretly shocked. Zhang Zhou said that the defending troops in Yuwang Town were not many, only a few hundred people, while the attacking barbarian army seemed to have exceeded 2,000 people. The defenders could resist for so long, which was unexpected. Without thinking twice, he swung his sword and shouted loudly: "Brothers inside, don't panic, reinforcements have arrived!"

  He shouted loudly, firstly to attract the attention of the barbarian soldiers and distract their attack, secondly to boost the morale of his own men and urge them to hold on.

  This shout undoubtedly gave a shot in the arm to the besieged garrison, while also successfully attracting the attention of the barbarian soldiers.

  In the center of the barbarian army's camp, there was a general riding a tall horse, wearing a divine armor and holding a long knife that had been spiritualized. He stood out in the crowd. He also heard Tang Yin's shout, looked over, gazed for a moment, then slowly raised the knife in his hand, pointing it in the direction where Tang Yin was, and said a few words softly.

  Due to the distance being too far, Tang Yin didn't hear clearly what he said, but the enemy camp had an obvious change, a large number of barbarian soldiers rushed towards this side, shouting loudly, speaking in the Besa language that he couldn't understand.

  For a cultivator like Tang Ye, the barbarian warriors and others were no different, they were all just flesh and blood, and in front of his scythe after he had refined his spirit, they were not even worth mentioning.

  As he gazed out at the sea of barbarian soldiers swarming towards him, he showed no signs of fear or cowardice, lowering his scythe to the ground and assuming a stance that indicated he was ready to strike.

  It wasn't long before the barbarian soldiers rushed up to him, the first few of whom were robust and uniform in holding giant axes, aiming at Tang Yin's vital parts, and swung their axes out one after another.

  Tang Yin didn't dodge or parry, nor did he invite an attack, he simply swung the scythe that was hanging down towards the ground upwards.

  The other party made their move first, while he made his move later, but the speed of both parties was not on the same level.

  That scythe-like blade flashed with a cold light, drawing a perfect semicircle in the air. With three consecutive crisp sounds, three barbarian soldiers were cut off at the waist and fell to the ground, their three giant axes scattering far away.

  This is just the beginning of a bloody battle, Tang Yin fights with many barbarian soldiers.

  The barbarian soldiers were tall and large in stature, and numerous, surrounding Tang Yin in the middle, making him seem to be submerged in a sea of people, unable to see his figure anywhere, only hearing the shouts of people and the neighing of horses, looking up from time to time, with fresh blood spraying over the heads of the crowd, shooting into mid-air, and from time to time someone was burned by the dark fire, turning into smoke, drifting in the air, but soon being sucked away.

  The battle is continuing and intensifying, with more and more barbarian soldiers falling down and disappearing.

  If it were an ordinary cultivator, it would be difficult to maintain such intense combat for a long time. Both Spirit Armor and Soldier's Spirit are basic skills that require the consumption of a large amount of spiritual energy, and casting both at the same time will quickly deplete one's spiritual energy in battle. However, Tang Ye is different; he is an inner sect cultivator who specializes in dark spiritual energy. Especially in chaotic battles, the amount of spiritual energy he absorbs through his Dark Fire is more than what he consumes, so as the fight continues, his spiritual energy not only doesn't decrease but instead increases. For him, the only thing that gets consumed is physical strength; often by the end, his physical strength is depleted first, and he can only rely on his spiritual energy to support him in continuing to fight.

  Having seen this for so long, our side has so many people and still can't defeat the opponent's one person. The general in the crowd felt somewhat impatient, he snorted, ordered the people in front to open up, then urged his war horse, and rushed straight at Tang Yin.

  At this time, Tang Yan had already killed the red eye and no longer performed any moves, leaving only simple chopping, cutting and stabbing, killing enemy troops in the most simple and practical way.

  At the height of the fierce battle, the barbarian soldiers behind him suddenly dodged to the left and right, opening up a path over half a meter wide. Before Tang Yin could react, the general had already rushed forward on horseback, arrived at his back, and without saying a word, used the momentum of the galloping warhorse to stab the spiritual knife in his hand into Tang Yin's heart from behind.

  The general's spiritual cultivation was not inferior to Tang Yin, and if he were stabbed by his spiritual knife, the spiritual armor on Tang Yin would be unable to withstand it, and he would die instantly.

  He felt a surge of powerful energy coming from behind, and his innate intuition made all the hairs on his body stand up. Tang Yin immediately realized that danger was approaching, and without time to turn around and take a closer look, he instinctively shifted his body sideways.

  Unfortunately, his movements were still half a step too slow. All he could hear was a "ka" sound in his ear, and the commander's spiritual knife had already stabbed into his left lower back.

  The black spirit armor suddenly cracked open a large mouth, and the spirit knife deeply pierced into Tang Yin's body. The force inside was so great that it pushed Tang Yin several meters away.

  "Hmph!" The general sneered coldly and with a powerful swing of his sword, he sent Tang Yin's body flying out.

  Plop!

  Tang Yin knocked down several barbarian soldiers, fell to the ground, and fresh blood flowed out from his lower back. He lay motionless on the ground, looking as if he had been stabbed to death by the enemy, but the spiritual armor on his body did not disperse, and the sickle was still tightly grasped in his hand.

  The general sat on the saddle, without even getting off his horse, casually shook off the bloodstains on his knife and gave a proud order: "Cut off his head! (In Basque language!)"

  "Yes!" (in Basa language) The surrounding barbarian soldiers responded in unison, rushing towards Tang Yin who had fallen to the ground.

  Although he was a highly skilled cultivator, after all, he had just suffered a mortal blow. The barbarian soldiers' fear and vigilance towards him greatly reduced, and when they approached him, they hacked and slashed at his body with abandon.

  Ding Dong!

  The barbarian soldiers' large knives chopped at his body, all of which were blocked by the Ling armor, producing a series of iron collision sounds. According to the Taoist scriptures, when a cultivator dies, the Ling armor on their body should disperse immediately, and even if it doesn't, its strength should weaken greatly, and it's impossible for it to remain so tough. The barbarian soldiers were all shocked, looking at the palm of their hand that was shaken with pain, some didn't know what to do.

  As they were stunned, Tang Yin suddenly stood up from the ground, this sudden change caused a burst of exclamation around him, the barbarian soldiers looked at him with horror, as if looking at a monster, and subconsciously retreated backwards, but their speed was no match for Tang Yin. After standing up, he seemed to have not suffered any fatal injuries, like a fierce tiger pouncing on its prey, he charged into the barbarian army, his hands holding the scythe emitting black flames, the flames seemed to be alive, crawling along the blade all the way to the top of the knife.

  At this time, looking again, a layer of black flames covered the long black sickle, as if the entire sickle was burning.

  Tang Yin let out a loud shout, and with a fierce swing of his scythe, the sharp blade beheaded the barbarian soldier. At the same time, the dark flames on the blade swept across the enemy's body, incinerating it into nothing but smoke.

  Attaching the fire of darkness to a weapon, even Xuanwudidn't do that, but Tang Yin did.

  The scythe burning with dark flames is undoubtedly more terrifying, and after each swing and each kill, there are no longer any heart-wrenching screams, only the hissing sound of the dark flames burning.

  In just an instant, dozens of barbarian soldiers died miserably in the dark flames. The dense spiritual energy floating in the air made Tang Yin greedy and thirsty, absorbing every wisp of it without letting any escape. The wound on his back began to stop bleeding and heal, until only a faint red line remained, and the torn spirit armor slowly closed, restored to its original state.

  That barbarian general couldn't have imagined in his wildest dreams that such a thing would happen. The enemy, who had just been stabbed by him and was on the verge of death, suddenly became vigorous and lively again in the blink of an eye, and looked even more terrifying than before he was injured.

  He gritted his teeth, turned his horse around and charged back again.

  With a long, loud shout, he charged towards Tang Yin again, resorting to his old trick. Taking advantage of the warhorse's momentum, his spiritual knife stabbed straight at Tang Yin, this time aiming for his throat.

  Tang Yin's eyes narrowed, but couldn't hide the wild and sinister glint in his eyes. He swung the sickle in his hand with all his might, and it clashed with the opponent's spirit knife, producing a loud "ding" sound. Sparks flew everywhere, and the sharp noise shook the eardrums of the surrounding barbarian soldiers, causing them to retreat while covering their ears involuntarily.

  It wasn't apparent that Tang Yin was so powerful, the general's tiger mouth almost cracked open, and his war knife nearly flew out of his hand. He swayed twice on horseback before barely stabilizing his figure.

  That commander was shocked, and Tang Yin was equally astonished. He was very clear about the magnitude of his own strength after combining it with spiritual energy. A full-force block had not shaken off the opponent's weapon, obviously the opponent's cultivation was also extremely deep, and even surpassed his own.

  Having understood this, he became even more excited and laughed loudly, saying: "You also try my sword!" Before the words had fallen, his body leaped up, nearly two meters high off the ground, the scythe in his hand sweeping horizontally, chopping towards the opponent's neck.