Reincarnation Girl Becomes Immortal

Chapter 104, Bloodthirsty Asura

The few words exchanged between the two armies were over in a few minutes.

Xi Heng listened from the sidelines as both sides exchanged insults and boasted of their abilities.

He recalled the opening lines he heard before facing Fang Tiande at the foot of Jinshi City.

"Should we save this file here as well?"

After thinking about it for only a moment, Xi Heng shook his head and dismissed the idea.

"No need, after all, we've already reached the Transformation Realm, and the battlefield isn't as dangerous as it used to be... It's better to save this precious save time for when we embark on the path to immortality later."

Saving here won't improve your stats; it'll just make you feel a bit safer.

Save opportunities are extremely rare and should not be used casually.

If you haven't been able to embark on the path to immortality and want another chance to save your progress, you'll probably have to wait until you reach the Transformation Realm or higher.

That was really too far for Xi Heng.

dong dong——

The war drums suddenly sounded, pulling her attention away from her inner thoughts.

The drumsticks struck with a dull thud that reverberated continuously, and the rhythm became increasingly rapid.

The enemy general in the distance pointed his long sword at them and issued a military order.

Hundreds of well-equipped vanguard cavalry suddenly stepped forward and formed a triangular charge.

Behind Xi Heng, the Zhao army also roared out orders, and the spear and shield infantry were divided to the flanks, while the archers in the rear moved forward.

Five hundred meters away, bugles sounded from the densely packed Yan Mengjun army.

"Woo——"

The sound of the bugle resonated in people's chests, and soldiers drew their swords and shields, nocked their bows and arrows.

At the same time, hundreds of heavy cavalrymen led nearly a thousand light cavalrymen galloping towards them.

As the enemy approached, the archers in the rear raised their longbows at the general's command, and the arrows they nocked gleamed faintly in the morning light.

As the general's arm fell, the messenger in the military corridor shouted several times to fire arrows.

Arrows rained down, swarming like locusts and obscuring the sky.

Arrows streaked across the sky, falling into the enemy lines with a sharp, piercing sound.

Bows and arrows are not very effective against heavily armored cavalry at the front, but they are very effective against light cavalry that are only wearing thick cloth and whose horses are not armored.

After a volley of arrows, the sounds of horses neighing and men shouting filled the air.

One after another, people were shot off their horses by arrows, or their warhorses were shot off and fell to the ground, or they ran away haphazardly because of the pain and disobeyed orders.

Although the enemy suffered casualties, their formation remained intact, and their surprise attack formation remained complete.

Several archer formations fired three arrows in quick succession, then retreated in succession at the command.

The infantry with shields on both sides stepped forward, opened their shields and raised their spears, while the Zhao cavalry on the other side also charged back at the enemy cavalry from both ends.

The sound of war drums, the shouts of command, the thunderous hooves of horses like an earthquake, and the fluttering of flags.

But amidst all the noise and chaos, the fighting was proceeding in an orderly fashion.

Enemy infantry in the distance were also approaching, charging forward in formation alongside the cavalry at the front.

After the rain of arrows subsided, in just a few breaths, the enemy heavy cavalry had swept across hundreds of meters like a rolling boulder and smashed through the infantry shield wall.

The Zhao infantry managed to hold off one wave, but the enemy cavalry, which included a hidden general, launched another surprise attack.

Seeing that the friendly generals in the infantry formation were struggling to hold out, Xi Heng, who was waiting in front of the battle line, exchanged a glance with the old general and immediately went to provide support. He stepped into the air and easily took out a sword from his inventory.

The armor clashed and rustled, and Xi Heng transformed into a red shadow, charging into the midst of the close-quarters combat between the two armies.

It looked quite chaotic from the outside, and the inside was even more of a mess.

The shouts of battle were incessant, and the neighing of men and horses clashed together, creating an unbearable noise.

All around were sharp blades, hammers, and halberds, spinning like a meat grinder, seemingly intent on crushing everything on the battlefield into worthless pieces of flesh and blood.

As soon as they rushed into the battlefield, a cold glint pierced their eyes, and a sharp blade suddenly lashed out.

Xi Heng twisted to dodge, then spun around and thrust his sword, instantly imprinting a red line on the enemy's body.

In an instant, the attacker and his horse were sliced ​​into two halves.

Horses, though cut in half at the waist, can still neigh in pain, while the soldiers above are reduced to two pieces of flesh and blood, each dying a violent death.

Normally, Xi Heng's sudden appearance would terrify onlookers.

But at this moment, in the heart of the battlefield, such a scene is no longer surprising.

Where the two armies clashed, blood and flesh were splattered everywhere, and heads and bodies were torn apart.

The sounds of fighting, accompanied by the clang of clashing swords, created a continuous symphony amidst the boundless noise.

Hearing these familiar sounds, Xi Heng's movements became increasingly natural and relaxed.

Not far away, a longbow was firing an arrow. She simply turned her longsword, and the arrow was sliced ​​in two by the blade from the tip. The red thread flicked out from the sword tip also severed the head of the archer who was attacking her.

Then, the girl's gaze fell on the enemy general who was wreaking havoc in the distance.

Before the enemy could kill more, she unleashed her twin swords and slashed horizontally.

He cut down four or five people blocking his way, then his longsword suddenly transformed into a rapier, pointing at the enemy's thick neck.

Clang——

Sparks flew.

The enemy general, mounted on horseback, deflected the thrusting sword with his blade, his fierce gaze piercing through from beneath his helmet, displaying an aura that could frighten a child to tears.

Xi Heng smiled contemptuously, his eyes turning bloodshot. The intense killing intent, as dense as that of a demon or Asura, almost materialized, sending chills down the spines of the surrounding soldiers and making their heads go numb, as if a thick block of ice had been pressed against their bodies, causing them to freeze in their tracks.

Taking advantage of the enemy general's momentary hesitation, she swung her sword again and severed his neck.

The spurting blood splattered on the horse's mane and the ground, and the warm blood also stained her fingers.

The next moment, another group of berserk heavy cavalry charged towards her.

The girl turned and slashed open the horse's belly, spilling its entrails all over the ground. Its intestines were dragged far away by its body, and the horse overturned as a result.

The heavily armored cavalryman had just fallen to the ground when the red figure appeared like the Grim Reaper, his blood-stained sword pointing downwards towards his heart.

A slight throbbing sensation came from the tip of the sword. When it was pulled out again, crimson blood gushed out, staining the heavy armor red. All strength and life were lost with it.

Just as Xi Heng exhaled, the heavy hoofbeats and angry shouts reached his ears again.

Without a moment's respite, the halberd crashed down on her shoulder.

She deftly deflected the halberd with her sword, then calmly stepped forward and leaped into the air. With a flash of movement, she plunged both swords into the enemy's chest.

Xi Heng dismounted the enemy from his horse and plunged his two swords into the ground, where they were covered in blood.

As he drew his sword, he casually swung it, and a red sword aura cleaved through the sky, cutting three or four cavalrymen in half at the waist.

Thick blood splattered in arcs, landing between the eyebrows of several dying soldiers.

The battle had barely begun, and the ground was already covered with scattered human and horse corpses.

The general who had lured Xi Heng there was dead, so she turned her attention to other targets.

However, many chaotic figures around her kept obstructing her view, disappearing and reappearing at different times.

Looking at the utter chaos, Xi Heng pressed his temples.

"A lot of people."

The girl murmured softly.

Nearby, cavalrymen swung long-handled hammers at them.

Without even looking, the blood-nail sword energy pierced through the other person's brow.

"If it's so chaotic, it'll be hard to tell who we're going to kill..."

Enemy cavalry swept past her again, and a figure on one of them drew a longbow and suddenly fired an arrow at very close range.

Xi Heng casually raised his sword to block, spun around and caught up with the horse, leaped up and stabbed the enemy in the chest and heart.

He drew his sword, flicking it to spray blood, and then swept the crowd with his sword energy.

The red line swept across a hundred meters, cutting everything in its path as if it were a laser.

Of the hundreds of enemy soldiers who were struck by the sword, only a handful were able to desperately block the sword energy with their strength.

Upon seeing the dead bodies of their companions, they roared and turned to run towards them.

One of the burly men leaped high onto the back of a horse, disregarding the fact that the horse's spine was being broken, and then raised his broadsword with both hands and smashed it down from above with the force of splitting a mountain.

Xi Heng neither dodged nor avoided, but lowered his right sword and caught the large blade in front of him.

The protective energy enveloped his arm, and when the broadsword collided with his five fingers, it did not tear flesh apart; there was only a thud, as if hitting an invisible wall.

The girl chuckled softly.

She now understood what the Black Blade Master was thinking when he received her sword strike with pure internal energy during her previous life as emperor.

It's disdain.

"Even if a martial artist who has just entered the Dark Force realm uses all their strength, it is difficult to cause even the slightest scratch to a Transformation Force realm cultivator." Xi Heng easily grabbed the sharp blade and shattered it with a single squeeze of his five fingers.

click -

The broadsword shattered in the middle, yet the opponent still had the courage to attack again with the broken blade.

Xi Heng lifted his toes, and the sword blade that had just landed was kicked away again, piercing into the opponent's rough neck.

Her fair, delicate fingers gripped the hilt again, and as she drew the sword, another stream of blood gushed out.

She moved aside to kick away the dying enemy, then turned and instinctively killed several other weaker attackers.

Even with such fierce killing power, the number of people Xi Heng killed was still pitifully small compared to the entire army of Yan Meng Kingdom.

As soon as an enemy dies, a new enemy will quickly step over the corpse to fill the spot.

It was as if she was cutting through a waterfall, slicing it open with the wind of her sword, and then quickly filling it back up perfectly the next second.

The number of enemies did not decrease as a result; on the contrary, the crowds became even more dense as the infantry surged in.

It's like the more you kill, the more enemies appear in front of you...

She had just cleared the surrounding area with a horizontal slash when, in a short while, many more figures obscured her search for the enemy general.

"It's a little annoying."

Xi Heng's current task is to defend against and kill the attacking generals.

Although she was a martial artist at the Transformation Realm and had considerable autonomy, it didn't matter if she delayed obeying orders.

However, there were far too many overlapping enemy soldiers.

Those blurry, rough, grotesque faces, like the roars of wild beasts, appeared before my eyes.

The next instant, red lines appeared slanted out from the surface of the head.

The lines transform into wounds, and then into cross-sections.

His head seemed to have been split in two like a watermelon, with the pulp spilling out.

Xi Heng stared indifferently as the other party was wounded and died, his eyes slightly narrowed.

In her unconscious actions, she had already killed five people.

As if it were a habit, the enemy was killed before the mind even moved.

Another enemy attacked from the side; with a flick of his twin swords, a head flew off.

"Could you please not stand so close to me?" Xi Heng's crimson eyes swept over the crowd driven mad by the war:

"I might accidentally... cut it off."

Her voice was somewhat low.

Whether people didn't understand or there was simply too much noise on the battlefield, the clashing of swords and the roars of pain drowned out her words.

In short, I didn't listen to her.