The King Of Warriors novel (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 6336

While Jared led the Wandering Cultivators Alliance toward the Skywolf Tribe, the Tribunal had already launched its attack.

After a single exchange, the camp of the Skywolf Tribe had already been reduced to ruins.

The tents had burned down. The wooden palisades had been shoved flat. Blood and corpses lay scattered across the ground.

The air was thick with the stench of char and blood. Heavy smoke rose from the wreckage and smeared the sky gray-black.

The celestials' 3 thousand troops had the camp sealed tight on all sides. Golden holy radiance came in waves, one after another, crashing forward and tearing through the beast race and Ghost Clan defensive lines layer by layer.

Hadrian stood in the heart of the camp, his war axe buried in the ground in front of him, the haft the only thing keeping his body from folding.

His left arm was already severed, bound up in strips of cloth and hung from his neck.

A deep wound split his chest open, deep enough to show bone, and blood was still seeping out of it.

His face was caked with blood. His left eye was swollen shut. His lips had split open and bled dry.

But his right eye still shone, sharp and bright, like a lone wolf out on the Wastelands.

Behind him, fewer than 200 warriors were still standing.

Some were from the beast race. Some were from the Ghost Clan. Every one of them was covered in wounds. Some had lost an arm, some had gone blind in one eye, and some could barely stay on their feet.

Not one of them stepped back.

Lydia stood beside him, and the black glow on the wraithblade had dimmed by a lot.

Her left shoulder had been pierced through by holy radiance. Blood ran down her arm, dripped to the ground, and slowly gathered into a small pool at her feet.

Her face had gone paper-white, but her gaze was still keen, like a blade drawn from its sheath.

"How much longer can we hold?" Hadrian's voice came out rough.

"One incense stick. At most, one incense stick." Lydia let the silence sit for a moment before she answered.

Hadrian laughed.

It looked wrecked, but there was still iron in it.

"Then a short while it is. If we can hold for a short while, we can hold for 1 hour. If we can hold for 1 hour, we can hold for a day."

Lydia glanced at him and said nothing.

She knew they were not going to last that long.

Outside the camp, the celestials' 3 thousand troops had already finished assembling.

At the very front stood three elders at True Immortal Realm Level Seven. Their golden cuirasses flashed under the sun, and the longswords in their hands flowed with blinding holy radiance.

Behind them stood a dense mass of celestial cultivators. Their golden holy radiance gathered together into one vast sweep, like a golden sea.

"Hadrian Wolfhowe," the elder in the middle said, his voice full of arrogance. "Surrender. You couldn't even last one exchange. Surrender, and I can spare your life."

Hadrian Wolfhowe tightened his grip on the war axe, his voice hoarse but firm. "I've never learned those two words in my life."

"You outnumber the few with the many. What kind of skill is that? If you've got any guts, then fight me one-on-one..."

Hadrian Wolfhowe was practically beside himself with rage. Although his cultivation level was higher than the Tribunal elders', with all three of them attacking together, he was no match for them at all!

If it were one-on-one, aside from the Tribunal Venerable, Hadrian Wolfhowe feared no one!

"We're not idiots. Why would we fight you one-on-one? But now that you're already in this state, I can grant your wish!"

The elder's expression darkened. "Go die."

He raised a hand, and golden holy radiance gathered in his palm, forming into a massive greatsword of light.

The greatsword of light was a hundred yards long, and dense sigils flowed across the blade, each one containing destructive power.

He swung the sword down, and the greatsword of light cleaved toward the heart of the camp. Wherever it passed, the air was torn apart and the ground was plowed open into a deep trench.

Hadrian gritted his teeth and met it head-on. The war axe collided with the greatsword of light, erupting with a deafening boom.

He was blasted back dozens of steps. The web between his thumb and forefinger split open, and blood dyed the axe handle red.

A sharp pain tore through his chest, and he spat out a mouthful of blood. But he had blocked it.

The greatsword of light shattered, and golden fragments flew in every direction.

The elder's expression changed.

He hadn't expected that Hadrian, even badly wounded, could still block his full-force strike.

"You..."

"Come on!" Hadrian roared, pointing the war axe at the elder. "Come on again!"

The elder narrowed his eyes. "Since you're in such a hurry to die, then I'll grant your wish."

He raised his hand again.

This time, all three elders attacked at once.

Three golden greatswords of light converged in the air and became an even larger greatsword of light, slashing down toward the heart of the camp.

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