Chapter 1079

Chapter 1079: Sweeping Through the Enemy Army (Part 2)

Countless enemies were left in awe.

Despite their overwhelming numbers, facing only Wang Chen felt like confronting an insurmountable mountain, instilling a deep sense of helplessness.

Neither flintguns nor arrows could penetrate him; was he even human?

As the enemies stood in terror, hesitation, and doubt, Wang Chen’s relentless charge continued unabated.

“Human!”

With a commanding shout, he swung his sword, unleashing an invisible oppressive force from the Seven Ultimate Great Sword that instantly swept across a radius of a hundred steps.

Every enemy within this oppressive force, regardless of their cultivation level, was struck with a paralyzing tremor, as if turned to stone!

“Lightning!”

Wang Chen swung his sword once more, and brilliant streaks of lightning erupted from the blade, weaving a dense web of electricity around him.

Hundreds of enemy soldiers were caught unprepared, powerless to evade as the deadly arcs of lightning pierced through their bodies.

Those bearing large shields or clad in iron armor were particularly vulnerable, instantly scorched to a crisp.

A vast swath of the enemy fell in unison!

The area around Wang Chen was suddenly cleared.

He pressed forward, swinging the large sword again: “Wind!”

A fierce gale erupted!

“Fire!”

Flames surged forth!

Countless fireballs, ablaze and propelled by the wind, shot forward like cannonballs, mercilessly striking down all who stood in their path.

These fist-sized fireballs exploded upon impact, causing devastating splash damage.

The intense heat of the flames, upon contact, inflicted severe burns, melting armor and searing flesh, reducing even the most formidable warriors to charred skeletons in mere moments!

The power of these attacks far exceeded that of any cannon; an elite squad positioned before the enemy’s central command was utterly annihilated within ten breaths, suffering catastrophic losses.

The cacophony of explosion sounds, screams, wails, and cries for help painted a scene of utter chaos, akin to a living hell.

Yet, Wang Chen’s relentless assault did not falter; his charge remained steady and swift as he wielded the large sword, unleashing an endless barrage of spells, cutting through the enemy ranks with unstoppable force.

He drew ever closer to the enemy commander’s central command!

Suddenly, a dozen figures emerged before Wang Chen and to his sides, forming a blockade.

These newly appeared interceptors were a diverse group—men and women of all ages, including Dao practitioners and monks, each clad in distinct attire and wielding various weapons, exuding unique auras.

A sharp and formidable energy rapidly coalesced, converging upon Wang Chen.

Clearly, the strongest among the enemy could no longer remain passive!

Yet, Wang Chen stood fearless, quickening his pace as he boldly advanced toward these new adversaries.

“Bold indeed!”

A muscular man charged forward, shield in hand, roaring with fury as he swung his battle axe toward Wang Chen’s head.

He was none other than a fifth level martial sect master!

Clang!

In the blink of an eye, Wang Chen deftly maneuvered past the martial sect master.

He emerged unscathed, his charging momentum unbroken and unaltered.

The muscular man stood frozen, his rugged face etched with shock and his eyes clouded with confusion.

In the next moment, his body, along with the shield, was cleaved in two!

This fifth level martial sect master paid the price of life, unable to withstand even a single strike from Wang Chen.

The other experts were utterly horrified.

Though they had just witnessed Wang Chen’s formidable spells, they had believed their combined strength would suffice to subdue the legendary Grandmaster of Great Zhou.

They never imagined that Wang Chen’s prowess in Close Combat would be as terrifying as his magical abilities!

But regret was futile, for Wang Chen was already upon them!

“Ah!”

A blood-curdling scream pierced the battlefield, accompanied by a torrent of sword light. One expert after another was either sliced in half or sent flying, blood spraying in all directions.

A few monks trailing behind were seized by terror, instinctively turning to flee.

Yet, they had barely taken a few steps before being consumed by the sword energy!

Their sacrifice, however, bought a brief moment for the Enemy Army’s commander, as hundreds of heavy cavalry rushed in from the right flank to join the fray against Wang Chen.

Then, limbs and shattered bodies flew through the air, mingling with the cacophony of human roars and horse neighs, blood gushing everywhere.

Wang Chen was like a vortex of death; any foe who drew near was inevitably swept in and torn to shreds by the relentless sword energy.

No one was spared!

After cutting through the reinforcements, Wang Chen reached the front of the enemy’s central command.

There, he spotted the enemy commander seated in an opulent war chariot!

The commander appeared to be in his twenties or thirties, his features distinctly foreign, and his face now pale with terror.

Despite being surrounded by thousands of elite warriors!

“Heaven!”

With an impassive expression, Wang Chen raised the Large Sword, unleashing the destructive power of this fourth-tier spiritual treasure once more.

Though the might of the Seven Ultimate Sword had been suppressed to less than one percent by the rules of this world, under the force of Wang Chen’s movement techniques, its edge remained unmatched.

“Protect the commander!”

As the enemy commander shrieked in terror and his guards rushed forward in desperation, Wang Chen swung the Seven Ultimate Great Sword down with a decisive motion.

A brilliant arc of sword energy shot forth, instantly traversing a distance of over a hundred steps. It sliced through every enemy in its path before crashing into the commander’s war chariot with devastating force.

Boom!

The once-majestic war chariot exploded into fragments, and the commander, along with his guards, was reduced to flying debris before they could even utter a cry.

The onlookers were struck dumb.

Their commander was dead—just like that?

A brutal, meaningless death!

But Wang Chen’s slaughter was far from over; he simply shifted his focus.

He charged toward a group of Daoists and celestial masters on the left flank of the command, raising the Large Sword once more.

To all who witnessed it, the sword had become the scythe of death itself. Overwhelmed by fear, the cultivators broke into chaos, screaming and scattering in a desperate bid to escape.

The scene descended into utter pandemonium.

In truth, it wasn’t just the celestial masters who crumbled—countless warriors were also overcome with terror.

“Run! Run for your lives!”

Someone let out a heart-rending scream.

Alone, Wang Chen had carved a path through the enemy forces, becoming a demon god in the eyes of those who witnessed his might.

How could mere mortals stand against a demon god?

Banners toppled, and as chaos engulfed the central command, the Enemy Army’s assault on Hanhai Dao Palace fell into disarray.

The collapse was irreversible!