World-Ending Demon Emperor
Chapter 1124 - 506: Defying Heaven Lanling! Utterly shocking!

Chapter 1124: 506: Defying Heaven Lanling! Utterly shocking!

Bows and arrows are only suited for medium to long-range combat.

Because whether it’s drawing the bowstring or aiming, it takes time. In that moment, the enemy would have already charged forward and slain the archer.

The Wild Horse Tribe army surged to the foot of the stockade wall, engaging in close-quarters combat.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

A series of thunderous sounds echoed as the mighty warriors of the Wild Horse Tribe placed massive shields against the stockade wall, creating a slope, then charged up wildly.

Behind the stockade wall, the defending soldiers drew their battle blades and, seizing the moment before the enemies stabilized their footing, hacked madly at them.

In the blink of an eye, the two armies were fighting ferociously against each other.

Eight hundred Foreign Tribe Army soldiers defended the five hundred meters of stockade wall without any reserves. If their defenses were to be breached, the soldiers inside the inner stockade walls would have to use arrows to take down the enemies, which would diminish the merit earned by the Foreign Tribe Army.

For example, if ten enemies breached the stockade wall defended by the Foreign Tribe Army but were later shot down by Chief Constantine’s core samurai within the inner walls, then twenty kills worth of merit would be deducted from the Foreign Tribe Army.

At this moment, Lanling finally witnessed the extraordinary prowess of his uncle, Suo Mo.

Suo Mo leapt directly onto the stockade wall, without any fixed defensive position. Wherever the Foreign Tribe Army’s line showed signs of crisis, he immediately dashed there.

Wherever he went, he swept aside all opposition, his movements swift as a whirlwind.

Beneath his battle blade, no enemy could last even a single exchange. With every strike, death was inevitable, no matter where the blade landed.

His

His figure resembled a whirlwind through falling leaves, where he passed, countless lives perished.

Such was his astonishing strength that as soon as his blade struck, the enemy would be sent flying—not merely intact but split into two halves soaring through the air.

"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Suo Mo’s figure darted swiftly back and forth across the Foreign Tribe Army’s line. Wherever he passed, bodies flew in all directions.

Now Lanling finally understood why, despite their undernourished state, Foreign Tribe soldiers could achieve such feats and hold their defensive lines.

The reason was Suo Mo himself—he was a living god of war on the battlefield, an existence akin to a bug in the system.

In mere moments, it was impossible to count how many enemies he had slain.

Chief Constantine gazed at this spectacle with a complex expression. Suo Mo’s abilities on the battlefield were truly unmatched—using him to break through enemy positions was almost unstoppable. Deploying him for defense meant an impenetrable stronghold.

He wasn’t merely killing enemies; he was harvesting lives.

Yet... what a pity. This man was too proud, too righteous—he would never lower his head to Constantine.

What’s more, Suo Mo was so overpowering that in the eyes of the Foreign Tribe soldiers, Constantine might as well not exist with Suo Mo around.

Du Yan, too, gazed at his adoptive father, Suo Mo, with a conflicted expression.

Du Yan’s talent was immense, his martial skills formidable, and his progress soared every year. He often harbored the illusion that his kung fu was about to rival his adoptive father’s, that it wouldn’t be long before he surpassed Suo Mo.

But when moments like this arrived, Du Yan would see the undeniable gap between himself and Suo Mo with agonizing clarity.

However, the one who undoubtedly felt the greatest pain was the Wild Horse Tribe Chieftain!

Suo Mo’s name resounded like thunder in his ears, but seeing him in action firsthand was still enough to shake him to the core.

The enemy truly resembled a wild beast rampaging across the battlefield, bulldozing everything in his path; wherever he charged, bodies flew in all directions.

The strategy the Wild Horse Chieftain devised focused on overwhelming the Foreign Tribe Army’s defense line.

But now, under Suo Mo’s slaughter, this line of defense became extraordinarily difficult to breach.

"Father, we must stop Suo Mo," said his daughter. "Otherwise, breaking through the enemy’s wall will be almost impossible."

"I’ll go!" The Wild Horse Tribe Chieftain roared, drawing his battle blade and charging directly to the frontlines to confront Suo Mo.

"Boom!"

In an instant, it was like watching a comet collide with the earth.

With a thunderous noise, the battle blades of the two clashed furiously.

The sound produced resembled the fiercest thunderbolts, drowning out the noise of the surrounding battlefield and leaving the ears of those nearby aching in unbearable agony.

This was truly a collision of pure strength.

Neither warrior employed flashy techniques—only raw power, hacking and smashing at each other with all their might.

The ground beneath their battle raged cracked inch by inch.

The fierce gusts from their blade swings nearly carved into people’s faces.

In the Barbaric Wilderness, power ruled supreme; those who were not strong in martial arts could never become chieftains.

And without a doubt, the Wild Horse Tribe’s Chieftain was immensely powerful.

But... he was still no match for Suo Mo, gradually falling into a disadvantage.

Even so, he managed to successfully keep Suo Mo occupied.

His army started launching a frenzied assault on the Foreign Tribe Army’s defensive line.

At this moment, the task of plugging the holes in the defense fell on Du Yan. With a loud shout, he brandished his blade, slashing at enemies and running wildly back and forth.

Whenever danger arose in the defense, he went there. Wherever a breakthrough was imminent, he intervened.

"I’m coming!"

Suddenly, a roar erupted.

A towering warrior from the Wild Horse Tribe stepped forward and began grappling with Du Yan.

He was the son of the Wild Horse Tribe Chieftain, a renowned young champion within hundreds of miles.

Even he was no match for Du Yan, falling into a disadvantage—but he still managed to entangle Du Yan, preventing him from aiding the Foreign Tribe Army in shoring up their defenses.

"Ning’er, lead the charge!" The Wild Horse Tribe Chieftain yelled.

Now, with the two top warriors of the Foreign Tribe Army occupied, this was the perfect opportunity to strike at the vulnerable defense line.

Suddenly, double the number of enemies surged forward, madly attacking the Foreign Tribe Army’s five-hundred-meter defense line.

The casualties among the Foreign Tribe Army’s brothers soared rapidly, and the pressure on the defense line immediately intensified, teetering on the brink of collapse.