Chapter 100: The Battle of Ding Wugu (3)

"You?" Mo Yuxi’s expression turned complex at once.

However, thinking of the miraculous feats Yan Chuan had demonstrated over this period, her expression softened, and she finally nodded. "Since this is what you want, then very well."

"Whoosh!"

On the mountain, Ding Wugu and Yang Zhijiu quickly descended and approached.

"Yuxi, this is a personal grudge between them; you and I had better not intervene," Yang Zhijiu said with a smile as he walked over.

"Indeed, Saintess. Although I am in the Essence Realm, Yan Chuan has an army of three thousand! Let it be a fair duel; no one should interfere," Ding Wugu added.

Looking at Ding Wugu, Mo Yuxi let out a cold laugh.

"Fine, I will not intervene. And no one else is permitted to, either!" Mo Yuxi said in a deep voice.

"Right, no one is permitted to interfere!" Thinking Mo Yuxi was giving him face, Yang Zhijiu immediately smiled.

"Young Master Yan, be careful!" Mo Yuxi said to Yan Chuan with concern.

"I will," Yan Chuan nodded.

Seeing Mo Yuxi’s expression, Yang Zhijiu frowned slightly, but he soon relaxed, thinking he had been overthinking.

"Yan Chuan, come on, let’s go to that open space!"

Ding Wugu pointed toward the valley, then walked quickly ahead, stopping in the center of the valley.

Yan Chuan smiled faintly and stepped forward, his three thousand soldiers following close behind.

However, after walking for only a short time, Yan Chuan’s feet suddenly halted, and he stopped in his tracks.

Both Yang Zhijiu and Ding Wugu narrowed their eyes, as Yan Chuan had stopped exactly at the edge of the ground where they had set a trap with a wall of force.

"Did he discover it?" Yang Zhijiu muttered.

"Discover what?" Mo Yuxi asked.

"Nothing, nothing at all!" Yang Zhijiu immediately denied.

Given Yan Chuan’s past experience, how could he not sense the abnormality of the soil beneath his feet? However, Yan Chuan did not speak of it. Instead, he half-crouched and tightened his shoelaces.

"Phew!" Both Yang Zhijiu and Ding Wugu breathed a sigh of relief.

"Fierce Tiger Formation!" Yan Chuan commanded.

"Roar!" The three thousand soldiers shouted in unison, immediately assuming the formation they had been practicing for the past few days.

"Commoners are merely commoners; no matter how many there are, they are nothing but trash!" Ding Wugu sneered.

As he spoke, Ding Wugu pulled a small black sphere from his sleeve and threw it down with force.

"Bang!" The sphere exploded, instantly forming rolling black mist that shrouded Ding Wugu.

"Cackle, cackle! Let’s see how many of you will die this time!" Ding Wugu laughed evilly.

Just as he had months ago, using the same tactics, Ding Wugu waved his hand, and a hundred strands of poisonous gas shot toward the three thousand soldiers.

In the past, it was this very move that had killed Yan Chuan’s officers.

"Tiger Roar in the Forest!" Yan Chuan shouted.

The formation shifted. The three thousand soldiers channeled their life force, and crimson light erupted from their bodies. The light coalesced outside their bodies through the formation, instantly manifesting as a blood-colored tiger.

"Roar!" "Roar!" "Roar!" ...

The three thousand soldiers let out a collective roar.

The blood-colored tiger suddenly opened its massive maw and let out a roar toward the hundred strands of poison.

"ROAR!"

The roar of the tiger, formed by life force, created a shockwave that surged directly toward the hundred strands of poison.

"Boom!"

The poisonous gas was struck back, crashing violently toward Ding Wugu’s position.

"Rumble!"

The air around Ding Wugu seemed to be whipped by a great wind, and the black mist protecting him shook violently.

Though Ding Wugu remained unharmed, his eyes were filled with astonishment.

"The power of the Essence Realm?" Ding Wugu exclaimed in surprise.

"Commoners in the Force Realm can summon the power of the Essence Realm through a military formation? 'Tiger Roar in the Forest'?" Yang Zhijiu raised an eyebrow.

"Good!" Qing Long said with excitement.

Mo Yuxi also exhaled, a look of relief appearing in her eyes.

"Fierce Tiger Descends the Mountain!" Yan Chuan said in a deep voice.

"Yes!" the three thousand soldiers roared excitedly.

The mysterious power of the Essence Realm—the three thousand soldiers had never imagined that their formation could unleash such strength. At this moment, their admiration for Yan Chuan grew even deeper, and they began to value the Fierce Tiger Formation they had practiced for the past two months even more.

Following the principles of the military formation, the three thousand soldiers marched slowly toward the valley. As the massive phantom of the tiger, brimming with the soldiers' life force, loomed over them, it also advanced toward the valley step by step.

The fierce tiger descends the mountain, its presence filled with lethal might!