Chapter 1078 Restrain Evil With Evil
The army of the undead engulfed the Fallen Snow Sect like a tide.
More than a hundred thousand sect disciples roared angrily, welcoming this unprepared battle.
At the beginning of the war, the undead army had fallen into a disadvantaged situation, being suppressed and beaten by the sect disciples.
The undead rushed into the battlefield brandishing their shabby weapons, as if they knew nothing about life or death and didn't know how to fight with fear.
If a person died, if he was even more powerful than when he was alive, then the world would truly be in chaos.
However, the Undead Legion had an advantage that a living person would never possess, and that was immortality.
Those undead warriors didn't have any martial skills, only their own realms and physical qualities. They were chopped to the ground time and time again, but they got up again and again.
At the beginning of the battle, the sect disciples had a high momentum. Previously, they had done a big job and slaughtered so many civilians along with the Fallen Snow Sect. This was the period when their morale had risen.
It was like a little hooligan who had just followed a big hooligan and successfully snatched a vote in the street. They were excited and had a kind of arrogance that the heavens and earth gave up their lives.
But then, the momentum began to fade, and when they realized that this was a battle that was impossible to win.
When the undead warriors they chopped up again and again got up from the ground again and again, jumped over, raised their axes, and chopped towards them, they began to panic and lose their wits.
If you find your enemies, no matter how you kill them, you won't be able to kill them. However, your physical and mental strength will continue to decline as the battle progresses. How will you feel?
The army of the undead charged three times. Three times, they were blocked by a large number of sect disciples, but the fourth time, they finally broke through the crowd!
"Damn it, what kind of monsters are these! Why can't they be killed!"
"Damn it, I've already cut this thing down three times before, why are you standing up now!"
The situation began to change. The disciples of the sect could no longer hold on and gradually retreated.
As for the undead warriors, they seemed to possess endless fighting spirit. They rushed into the crowd, quickly climbing, jumping, charging, and killing all the disciples on the ground!
Senior apprentice-brother Duanmu flew into the sky. The galaxy bow in his hand continued to shoot repeatedly. Rounds of flowing light arrows fell down. His eyes were already red with killing intent.
Each round of arrows could kill at least ten undead warriors.
The undead killed by the Profound Grade Galaxy Bow could not get up again, but Xiang Nan didn't care at all.
His army of undead numbered more than a hundred thousand!
Immediately after, an even more terrifying and desperate scene appeared.
Those sect disciples who had been killed had actually gotten up as well! They had turned into undead and turned their heads to deal with the Fallen Snow Sect!
We increased instead of decreasing, while the enemy retreated step by step.
Senior Brother Duanmu and the other four Good Fortune First Layer experts were stunned when they saw this scene.
Pu!
A three-meter-tall undead warrior jumped up and slashed the sect disciples in half.
The two halves of the sect disciple's body wriggled a few times and joined together again. He stood up and turned into a Undead Warrior. Turning around, he began to slaughter his fellow disciples.
Senior Brother Duanmu flew into the air. Seeing this scene, he felt his head buzzing and he said in a trembling voice, "Doomsday … This is the real doomsday."
What was even more terrifying than massacre was transformation.
Xiang Nan looked at the undying army of undead and at the skeletal soldiers that had been hacked into pieces and reassembled, as if he had seen himself in the state of a dead soul.
After entering the state of the dead, he was like them, a monster that had lost its life and heartbeat, and could not be killed no matter what.
Xiang Nan did not feel the slightest bit of joy or excitement. All he felt was infinite sorrow.
This was not what he wanted. He was a decent disciple of the Grand Haoran Sect, but now, he was forced into the Corrupt path.
The Sword of the Dead was heresy and evil. Every undead warrior who was hacked to death and resurrected would consume the power of the Sword of the Dead.
As for the Dead Sword, it absorbed the life force of the world from its surroundings to replenish its body.
The Fallen Snow Sect, which had once condensed spiritual energy and was blessed by heaven, had now turned into a strange mountain covered in gray tracks!
"Why … why did you force me?" Xiang Nan clenched his fists and clenched his teeth.
Why did you force me to this point.
"Something's wrong with that brat!" Senior Brother Duanmu suddenly shouted. He pointed at Xiang Nan in the sky and shouted, "The sword in his hand is shining. It's an evil sword!"
"It must be because of that sword that he was able to survive. Everyone take that sword away, and he will no longer have the ability to resurrect indefinitely!"
As soon as he finished speaking, hundreds of sect disciples roared and rushed into the sky, rushing towards Xiang Nan.
Xiang Nan put his hands behind his back, and the Dead Sword floated beside him.
Thousands of flying undead rushed down from the sky and collided with the disciples who flew up.
At this time, Xiang Nanxiang's army of undead had already reached 150,000, while the sect disciples had been reduced from 150,000 to 110,000!
Forty thousand disciples of the Martial Arts Sect were dyed in the blood of the Fallen Snow Sect, and the blood was flowing like a red river.
In the sky, the huge gray vortex seemed to be about to devour everything. It slowly rotated, sprinkling with resentment that covered the heavens and the earth.
"It is not my wish to suppress evil with evil." Xiang Nan let out a long sigh and said coldly, "But you are forcing me, forcing me to use extreme methods."
"Is this worth it?" In the distance, Xiao He looked at Xiang Nan sympathetically.
"Value." Xiang Nan said resolutely.
"Look at the faces of these people, look at their ferocious expressions. Do I want to use virtue and righteousness to influence them?"
"It's useless. Some people are born to like turbulence and create chaos."
Xiang Nan narrowed his eyes and said, "There will always be people who will stand up to them. If this person is definitely me, I will not hesitate."
"Even if I bear the infamy of tens of thousands of generations, even if I am despised by the people of the world, I will admit it."
As he spoke, Xiang Nan raised the Dead Sword high up and said, "I want, blood! Wash! Fall! Snow! Sect!"
"I want to let them taste the feeling of being slaughtered by despair! Let these damned scum taste the pain of being chopped open by an ice-cold blade!"
"Kill!!"
The Frost Dragon carried Xiang Nan on its back and dived towards the trial stage.
The colossal dragon opened its icy mouth and whistled through the air, releasing an astonishing chill.
Wherever the cold energy passed, it left behind a path of frost. All the disciples on the path were frozen into icicles in an instant!
Pa!
Xiang Nan snapped his fingers and the icicles shattered into pieces of ice.
"You evil path! You don't deserve to be a sect disciple!" In the air ahead, Senior Brother Duanmu shouted at Xiang Nan.
Xiang Nan's eyes turned cold as he shouted, "I am not worthy, but you are even more unworthy!"
"Have you ever been soft-hearted in the face of those unarmed commoners? Have you ever been condemned by your conscience?"
"Let me tell you, today, I am here to do you!"
"Even if I degenerate into a ghost, I will drag you all into hell together!"
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