novel-bin Chapter 527
Chapter 527
On the battlefield, the smoke of gunpowder rolled wildly like a ferocious beast, dyeing the sky a turbid gray. The sunlight was also obscured by the thick smoke, leaving only a few weak rays of light struggling to penetrate.
The shouts and cries of killing were deafening, like a surging tsunami, hitting people's eardrums wave after wave.
The roaring sound made when the magic weapons collided was like the loud noise when the world was first created, and each sound could make the earth tremble.
The miserable screams of the wounded were like sharp knives, ruthlessly cutting the air and filling the entire battlefield with the breath of death.
Soldiers from all forces rushed and collided with each other like a tide, fighting in a melee.
The light of the magic weapons is particularly dazzling in this gloomy world. They shuttle back and forth like meteors, and every flash of light means the disappearance of life.
The impact of the spell left huge and hideous deep pits on the ground. Mud and rubble were blasted into the sky, and then fell like raindrops, mercilessly hitting people.
The figures of the monks seemed so small on this chaotic battlefield. They rushed around like ants on a hot pan, blood gushing out of their bodies, dyeing the originally brown earth into a shocking dark red, as if the earth was also crying for this cruel war.
In this battlefield that resembles hell, Li Heizi is like a bright star, shining with dazzling light.
His posture was as nimble as a cheetah, moving freely among the enemy lines. Every movement he made was smooth and natural, as if he had merged into the chaotic battlefield.
His eyes were like the burning sun, burning with enthusiasm for battle and deep contempt for the enemy in the blazing flames, as if in his eyes, these enemies were nothing but insignificant ants, and he was the god who came to execute judgment.
Li Heizi suddenly jumped high like an eagle spreading its wings. His muscles were tense and strength accumulated in his body like a volcano.
Then he threw a punch with thunderous force.
This punch, packed with all his strength, erupted with overwhelming force like the Big Bang.
The wind from the fist whistled out. At first it was just a slight surge of air, but in an instant it turned into a roaring dragon. It rushed forward with its fangs and claws bared. Wherever it went, the air was rapidly compressed, forming circles of transparent ripples visible to the naked eye.
The enemies around them only felt an irresistible force coming towards them. Before they could even react, they were hit by this invisible force.
The Japanese soldiers were like fragile paper figures, their bodies instantly sent flying, arcing through the air before crashing fiercely into their companions behind them. For a moment, men and horses were thrown to the ground, screams were heard, and the enemy formation was instantly thrown into chaos.
Some of the soldiers who were hit had blood gushing out of their mouths like fountains, staining their own clothes and the clothes of those around them red; others fainted directly, their bodies collapsed to the ground like rag bags, their eyes filled with fear and despair.
Under Li Heizi's powerful punch, they had no power to fight back, like leaves swept by a storm, they could only struggle in the torrent of fate.
However, Li Heizi did not stop at all, his figure flashed in the enemy camp like a ghost.
When he punched again, his fist seemed to be covered by a layer of mysterious and dazzling light. The light was as bright as the sun, illuminating the dark battlefield around him.
Every swing was like Thor beating the war drum. The roar of "Boom! Boom! Boom!" was deafening, as if it was going to shatter the entire world.