Chapter 527 Sikong Yun Arrives
Hum!!
As the middle-aged man in Tang-style clothing approached, a terrifying aura swept over from a distance, like a monstrous wave, terrifying and boundless.
This imposing pressure was incredibly formidable.
The fighter jets in the sky behind him were even more terrifying, their aura stronger, making it difficult for many to breathe smoothly.
And this was just the beginning!
After the fighter jets flew over, over a thousand tanks and more than three hundred armored vehicles carrying missiles appeared behind the middle-aged man. Following these vehicles were countless armored soldiers, densely packed like a flood of beasts, approaching rapidly.
The eyes of each soldier were as sharp as eagles, and the armor adorned with the Qilin emblem was stained with dried blood.
Some of the blood on the armor hadn't even completely dried yet.
Every soldier exuded a majestic aura, and their killing intent soared into the sky like pillars of light, terrifying beyond measure.
On one of the tanks, a flag with the words "Sikong" fluttered high in the air, rustling in the wind.
As they approached, the overwhelming killing intent made all the Silver Corps soldiers feel a chill down their spines, their skin tingling with discomfort.
Even formidable individuals like Yang Yue and Bai Yang felt their scalps numb and their expressions grew solemn.
"It's Lord Sikong Yun!"
"Great King Sikong Yun has returned!"
Xiao Zhen, Li Yuming, and the others were all super experts with astonishing vision. Upon seeing this scene, they're overjoyed and threw away their weapons, kneeling on the ground and shouting in unison, "Silver Corps, we welcome Lord Sikong!"
Their voices resounded like thunder and war drums, echoing between heaven and earth for a long time.
"Sikong Yun?" Yang Yue and Bai Yang looked at the middle-aged man in Tang-style clothing, their expressions also solemn.
This man was none other than the renowned Great King Sikong Yun!
According to the information from their Dragon Team, Sikong Yun was still fighting on the foreign battlefield and would only return after annihilating the enemy's strongest forces.
They never expected that Sikong Yun would return today, and he had brought so many troops with him.
Could it be that he had already finished his battles on the foreign battlefield?
As Sheng Minghui was being choked by Wang Chao, he felt like he was suffocating, his face turning red.
But upon seeing Sikong Yun's return, a more ferocious and even a hint of joy flickered in his eyes.
With an incredibly cold and furious gaze, Sheng Minghui stared at Wang Chao and strained to squeeze out a few words from his throat, "Wang Chao, you're finished this time."
With Sikong Yun leading such a large army, they were all elite forces of the Qilin Army.
As long as they made a move, they would guarantee to sweep away Wang Chao, completely overwhelming him until his death!
"Shut up!" Wang Chao's gaze turned icy, increasing the strength in his hand.
In an instant, Sheng Minghui once again felt a deep suffocation, his face turning a bright red. He desperately grabbed Wang Chao's arm, but could no longer speak.
At this moment, the sky darkened, and a shadow enveloped Wang Chao and Sheng Minghui.
Looking up, they saw a kilometer-long large aircraft hovering above Wang Chao and Sheng Minghui, like a massive aircraft carrier suspended in mid-air, three hundred meters above their heads.
At the four corners of this aircraft, there were incredibly large propellers rotating, emitting a rumbling sound.
The strong winds that were generated blew up endless dust on the ground, causing many soldiers to struggle to maintain their balance.
Some of the weaker and more slender soldiers were directly blown to the ground, their appearances incredibly unsightly.
Boom!
After the appearance of the fighter jets, three figures leaped down from the aircraft, descending upon Wang Chao like divine soldiers descending from the heavens. They landed in three corners, creating a large deep pit on the ground, billowing smoke and dust, with shockwaves sweeping in all directions.
Three formidable experts jumped out of the pit, forming a character 'Ʒ' (pin) shape, guarding Wang Chao from three directions, coldly staring at him.
They wore different armors and had different appearances, but the majestic killing intent emanating from them was exactly the same, like three pillars of light soaring into the sky, shattering the clouds, causing everyone present to tremble in fear.
"The Three War Gods under Lord Sikong's command!"
"The Grand Commander of the Vermilion Army, Xiao Zhantian!"
"The Grand Commander of the Black Tortoise Army, Cheng Xiangdi!"
"The Grand Commander of the Azure Dragon Army, Lei Yehua!"
Upon seeing these three individuals, Xiao Zhen, Li Yuming, and the others were filled with ecstatic joy.
Under Sikong Yun's command were the four major legions and four major clans: Vermilion, Black Tortoise, Azure Dragon, and White Tiger.
Among them, the Vermilion, Black Tortoise, and Azure Dragon were all elite forces from the foreign battlefield, invincible and unstoppable. They're much stronger than the Silver Corps.
Although their positions as grand commanders were lower than Sheng Minghui, their strength was not inferior to his.
In one-on-one, life-and-death battles, these three individuals might be even more formidable than Sheng Minghui.
As for the White Tiger Legion, they were an assassination legion, extremely mysterious, and had never appeared in public. They only obeyed Sikong Yun's commands, and no one knew how many soldiers they had or how powerful they were.
All people knew was that whenever the White Tiger Legion was deployed by Sikong Yun, it meant that the war had reached its most critical point, and the White Tiger Legion had to infiltrate behind enemy lines to assassinate enemy commanders.
Every time the White Tiger Legion went into action, it directly determined the outcome of the battle.
Now that Sikong Yun and the three grand commanders had appeared, it was certain that the White Tiger Legion was also lurking in the shadows.
It was highly likely that they're already keeping an eye on Wang Chao!
With the help of these people, Sheng Minghui would certainly be safe, while Wang Chao would undoubtedly find himself in a dangerous situation, facing certain death!
Swoosh!!
Sikong Yun walked over from a distance, seemingly leisurely and incredibly slow, but in reality, his speed was astonishing. Within seconds, he had already appeared fifty meters in front of Wang Chao, looking at him with a smile.
"Anomalous Space?"
Upon seeing Sikong Yun's footsteps, Bai Yang and Yang Yue were both shocked.
As a Great King-level expert, his speed was simply terrifying!
Especially for Yang Yue, she immediately tightened her grip on her iron bow, her gaze becoming serious.
As an archer, her most common tactic was to maintain distance from her enemies and engage in long-range attacks.
However, just now, when she witnessed Sikong Yun's speed, she realized that she could not even perceive Sikong Yun's movement trajectory.
In other words, if she encountered an expert like Sikong Yun on the battlefield, her attacks would be rendered ineffective. She would be unable to anticipate Sikong Yun's movements and would be unable to harm him in the slightest.
At this moment, Sikong Yun took another step and instantly arrived ten meters in front of Wang Chao, smiling and saying, "So, you must be Wang Chao. Nice to meet you."
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