Chapter 387: How is this supposed to be fought?

In an instant, an incredibly dense blood Qi began to permeate.

A terrifying will belonging to an army shrouded the entire battlefield.

Those Martial Arts believers, who were already ten meters tall, began to expand again under the augmentation of the immortal army soul stele.

Fifteen meters! Twenty meters! Thirty meters!

In the end, each Martial Arts believer transformed into a true little giant.

Standing there, they resembled moving mountains.

And the fourth-tier Intelligent Weapon shields in their hands also adjusted synchronously as the users' bodies changed.

The shields, which were originally only dozens of zhang in size, were now similarly magnified.

Held in the hands of these thirty-meter-tall giants, they appeared perfectly fitting.

Seeing this scene, Yang Fan, who was watching the battlefield from the Divine Kingdom, couldn't help but widen his eyes.

"This…"

Seeing this, Yang Da hurriedly explained:

"Reporting to Master, this is the A-rank combat talent—Battle Body."

"After tens of thousands of years of development in the Divine Kingdom, among the new generation, anyone who awakens the Battle Body talent is immediately sent by Yang Yi to the Wanxiang Martial Court for training."

"Possessing this Physique not only greatly increases the speed of Martial Arts Cultivation."

"More importantly, once the Battle Body is activated, the body undergoes a tremendous change."

"Strength, defense, and blood Qi will all be increased several times over."

Yang Fan said nothing, only staring intently at the real-time footage coming from the front.

The next moment.

The battlefield fell into total madness.

Those Martial Arts believers with the Battle Body, like unshakable fortresses, charged directly into the Fallen Angel army.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The holy spears in the hands of the Fallen Angels stabbed at them, but could only spark, unable to even break their skin.

And the huge shields in their hands were no longer just defensive weapons at this moment.

They had become the most terrifying offensive weapons.

A thirty-meter-tall Martial King believer swung his shield, and large swaths of Fallen Angels were directly swatted away.

Those agile Angel Race warriors, in front of these giants, seemed to have truly become mere mosquitoes.

In the sky, a rain of blood began to fall continuously.

That was not ordinary rain, but the flesh and blood of countless Angel Race believers after being pulverized.

…

Meanwhile, behind Yang Fan's army.

Those Cultivation believers and the Elf Race responsible for long-range combat looked at the battle ahead, each unable to help but frown.

"The people of the Wanxiang Martial Court are truly as crude as ever."

A Core Formation stage Cultivator couldn't help but transmit his voice.

"A bunch of brutes who only know how to rely on their Physical Body."

"Their fighting style has no aesthetic appeal."

Another Cultivation believer beside him nodded.

"That's right."

"The great God is watching."

"They are actually using such a crude way to fight."

"Just clumsy brutes."

"Back in the day, when I was young, I robbed a Martial Master of their Spirit Stone."

"By the time I had returned to the Heavenly Court Immortal Cave to go into seclusion and Cultivate."

"That Martial Master had only just chased me out of the city."

A group of Core Formation Cultivators transmitted messages to each other.

Their eyes were full of disdain as they looked at the giants ahead.

However, disdain aside, they had to admit in their hearts.

These guys with powerful Physical Bodies were indeed a bit terrifying.

…

On the other side.

The Angel Race deity, Battalion Commander Lufa, was completely stunned at this moment.

He stared blankly at the battlefield, his eyes full of disbelief.

"How is it possible…"

"How could these Human Race believers following the Martial Route possess such terrifying combat talent?"

"And…"

His gaze fell upon those huge stone steles.

"Is that actually an S-rank war augmentation building?"

Lufa felt his head spinning.

"How is this supposed to be fought?"

Lufa swallowed hard, then forced himself to calm down and quickly analyzed the battle situation.

"This won't do."

"These Martial Arts believers have too strong a defense."

"If we continue to collide head-on, it will only cause my believers to die in large numbers."

"Must avoid them."

Thinking of this, Lufa looked at the other formations in the distance that were still maintaining their positions and instantly changed his combat strategy.

"My believers!"

"Do not continue to charge these mountains of flesh!"

"You have free wings, utilize your advantages!"

"Bypass them! Attack those other races in the rear!"

"Destroy those Intelligent Life forms first!"

"As long as they lose the control of the Intelligent Life, those Mechanical monsters will become scrap metal!"

"This battle, the ultimate victory will still belong to us!"

Following the Divine Decree.

Countless Fallen Angels immediately changed direction.

They spread their pitch-black wings and flew directly into the high sky.

Bypassing the Martial Arts legion in the front, they charged towards the Intelligent Life and other believers in the rear.

Seeing this scene, the Martial Masters and Martial Kings below suddenly became anxious.

"Running?"

"These bird-men only know how to run?"

A Martial Master cursed angrily.

"Do they think we have no way to deal with them just because they fly?"

As he spoke, he pressed the button on the left side of his shield.

The next moment, the huge shield instantly deformed.

The metal structure recombined, and in the blink of an eye, it transformed into a huge cannon barrel.

He was just about to lift it up.

However, the next second, a hand pressed onto his shoulder.

It was the Martial King leading this legion.

"My Lord?"

The Martial Master turned his head in confusion.

The Martial King shook his head.

"General Eight has ordered."

"This battle is a military parade."

"What the great God wants to see is the strength of our Wanxiang Martial Court itself."

"Not relying on the weapons of Mechanical Civilization."

"As for the rest, someone will naturally handle it."

The Martial Master was stunned for a moment, then put away his weapon, "Understood."

Watching a large number of Fallen Angels change direction and fly towards their side.

Those Cultivation believers were not nervous; instead, they all showed expressions of excitement.

Finally… it was their turn for the Heavenly Court to show its power!

Above the battlefield, Yang Four, as the commander-in-chief of the entire war, swept his gaze over the incoming Fallen Angels and spoke indifferently.

"These Angel Race believers have limited strength."

"You, in groups of ten thousand, form the F-rank Myriad Spirit Return to Origin Formation to meet the enemy."

"Let the Master see the development results of the Heavenly Court over these years."

"Show all the advantages of the spiritual bodies."

"If you encounter danger, you may enter the god-slaying tower to avoid battle at any time."

As Yang Four's voice fell.

Boom!

Huge towers suddenly rose from the Void Realm.

Twelve god-slaying towers hovered above the battlefield, emitting an incredibly sharp aura.

These war buildings were the final guarantee for the Cultivation believers, allowing them to fight without worries.

Watching this scene, the Battle Intent in the eyes of those Cultivation believers became even more intense.

They had waited for this moment for too long.

Over these years, they had been immersed in Cultivation.

Constantly perfecting Cultivation Techniques, improving their Realm, and researching spells.

Now, they finally had the opportunity to prove their strength in front of the God.

"Heavenly Court Disciples, engage the enemy!"

As the order was passed down.

The Cultivation believers also formed combat formations in units of ten thousand.