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Chapter 985 Heavenly Dragon Covering Scales vs. Yellow Heaven Descending

"The Heavenly Dragon covers its scales, condensing into a dragon from the array!"

Shi Jingsi's roar pierced through the sound of war drums, and three hundred pure white dragon steeds suddenly reared up, their black iron chains taut like strings in the morning light.

These warhorses, carefully selected from the snowy plains of Cangzhou, exuded a faint icy mist, with tiny ice crystals condensing in their manes. Each horse had silver-white scale-like patterns on its forehead, and as the formation unfolded, they converged into a faint silver dragon shadow in the sky above the battlefield.

This is the White Horse Cavalry's secret weapon—the "Heavenly Dragon Covering Scales Formation." It uses the blood and energy of three hundred White Horse Cavalry members as a guide, supplemented by the battlefield's fierce energy, to condense a military magic form.

Suddenly, Shi Jingsi's silver spear burst forth with dazzling silver light, its tip tracing the trajectory of the Big Dipper in the air, tightly binding the giant axes of the seven Yellow Turban warriors.

The black iron chains connecting the many white-horse guards behind him suddenly straightened, and the seven silver chains connected end to end, transforming into seven streams of silver light that divided the battlefield, which was a hundred feet in diameter, into seven killing zones.

The muscular warriors roared angrily, their earth-yellow aura surging from their bodies, only to melt away like spring snow under the vibration of the silver bells.

"Where righteousness leads, life and death shall suffice! Heaven bears witness, and the white horse shall be our testament!"

Meanwhile, behind them, the remaining 2,700 snow dragon steeds shattered the morning mist, their black iron masks radiating a chilling killing intent.

Suddenly, Zhao Yun, the leader, unleashed a seven-foot-long white rainbow from his gleaming silver spear, its tip pointing diagonally towards the sky. At the same time, his 2,700 white-horse cavalrymen reined in their horses, their black cloaks fluttering in the wind, carving out a three-zhang-wide vacuum in the center of the battlefield.

"Ding! Zhao Yun's skills Dragon's Gall and Everlasting Victory activated!"

Zhao Yun's current base martial prowess is 105, his weapon is the Dragon Gallant Silver Spear (+1), his warhorse is the Jade Lion Shining at Night (+1), his skill Dragon Gallant has effects one (+5 martial prowess), effect four (+2 martial prowess), and his skill Everlasting Victory (+2 martial prowess), bringing his current martial prowess to 116!

"The Seven Mansions of the Azure Dragon, return to your positions!"

"Yellow Turban Warriors, the Azure Heaven is dead, the Yellow Heaven shall rise!"

Upon hearing the resounding slogans of the White Horse Cavalry on the flank, Meng Zhang's lips twitched, but his reaction was swift. He immediately shook the golden bell under the command flag, and seven star banners behind the Azure Dragon Heavenly Constellation Legion suddenly projected seven beams of starlight.

At the same time, thousands of Yellow Turban warriors on the other side also raised their giant axes. The runes on the axe blades flowed in the morning light, turning the force of their chopping into a tangible golden gale.

"White Dragon Takes Form!"

As Zhao Yun roared, three thousand Snow Dragon Steeds reared up at the same time. The white-horse warriors on their backs bit their tongues, spraying their blood onto the black iron chains.

In an instant, the blood energy within the three thousand elite Dao soldiers surged, condensing into seven silver lotus platforms above their heads. In the center of the lotus platforms, countless tiny silver lights gathered and scattered like stars, gradually outlining the contours of the white dragon's head.

When the seventh lotus platform was fully solidified, the entire white-scaled, snow-covered dragon coiled above the battlefield, with two balls of ghostly blue soul fire flickering in its eyes.

At the dragon's head, Zhao Yun's silver spear pointed straight to the sky. He turned and joined forces with Zhao Yun, who was rushing towards him at high speed. At the dragon's tail, Shi Jingsi's spear was coiled like a silver snake. The dragon's body was made of countless interwoven chains, and its scales gleamed with a cold light.

Where is the Giant Spirit God?

Suddenly, the sound of gongs rang out from the ranks of the Yellow Turban Warriors. The twelve "Giant Spirits," the absolute elite among the Yellow Turban Warriors and also acting commanders of the entire force, marched in with earth-shaking steps.

These elite warriors, standing over twelve feet tall, wielded nine-ringed golden-backed sabers that created a curtain of light, producing a clanging sound like metal striking stone wherever their blades passed.

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The leader of the giant spirits at the front, with his copper bell eyes wide open, slashed his nine-ringed sword at Shi Jingsi's face. Before the blade even arrived, the sword energy had already plowed a three-foot-deep furrow in the ground.

"Good timing!"

Shi Jingsi laughed loudly, and his dragon steed suddenly reared up, its front hooves slamming heavily onto the giant spirit's divine blade.

This divine steed named "Treading Snow" actually withstood the blade's aura with its flesh and blood. The ice crystals splashed up by its four hooves were like a rain of pear blossoms, shattering the bronze bells on the giant spirit's golden armor.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Shi Jingsi flicked his wrist, and the Cliff Edge Spear, like a silver snake spitting its tongue, aimed its tip at the gaps in the armor. Instantly, blood splattered, and a Yellow Turban warrior next to him clutched his throat and collapsed to the ground with a thud.

"White feathers dance in the sky, dragons soar through the heavens!"

Zhao Yun suddenly let out a roar like a dragon's cry, and the Dragon Gallant Silver Spear in his hand pointed straight at the sky.

In an instant, the white dragon in their formation had eyes like torches, horns that were sharp and prominent, and the patterns of chains that were faintly visible on its claws. When its tail swept across the ground, a thin layer of ice formed.

At the same time, a yellowish-brown pillar of light suddenly rose from the Yellow Turban Warriors' formation, and twenty-four gilded bronze gongs moved automatically without wind. Amidst the deafening roar, the Yellow Heaven Descends Formation was unleashed.

Countless strands of earth-yellow energy transformed into the phantom of a giant spirit god, connecting with the giant axes in the hands of the Yellow Turban warriors, condensing into a towering and majestic Yellow Heaven War God dharma image within the formation.

This Dharma image has three heads and six arms, is clad in earth-yellow armor, and has earth-yellow energy flowing behind it. It holds six weapons in its hands: an axe, a halberd, a spear, a whip, and a hammer. When it stomps the ground, the entire Calabash Valley trembles.

"Under the vast sky and on the fertile earth, we are invincible!"

The roar of the giant spirit leader stirred up a shockwave, and the nine-ringed blade slashed at the white dragon's avatar's claws. The moment the blade and axe clashed, silver and earth-yellow qi burst forth with dazzling light, and the air within a radius of ten feet was torn apart into a vacuum zone.

Suddenly, the white dragon's form roared, shaking the heavens. Its dragon claws gripped the axe blade of the Yellow Heaven War God, and with a flick of its head, its horns slammed into the War God's breastplate.

boom!

The collision of the two Dharma images triggered strange phenomena in the heavens and earth. The clouds above Calabash Valley surged, and blood rain fell from the morning mist.

The Yellow Heaven War God staggered backward, the earth-yellow aura behind him dimmed by three points, and fine cracks appeared on the scales of the White Dragon Dharma Image.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Zhao Yun swung his Dragon Gallant Spear, the tip of which traced an arcane path in the air. The seven White Horse Cavalry captains behind him moved at the sound, weaving the seven black iron chains beside them into a giant silver net, which covered the leader of the Giant Spirit God.

"Lock down the Skynet!"

As the giant net fell, countless silver runes lit up on the chains. The leader of the giant spirits' nine-ringed sword struck the mesh of the net, but the blade was deflected by the runes.

The net tightened and tightened, and it looked like it was about to bind them, when suddenly a thunderous drumbeat erupted from the Yellow Turban Warriors' formation. Seventy-two bronze drums were struck simultaneously, and the drumbeats resonated with the heartbeat of the Giant Spirit God.

"Thump! Thump! Thump!"

With the beat of the drums, the giant spirit leader's muscles bulged, and dark red blood seeped from the gaps in his golden armor, corroding the Heaven-Locking Net and causing wisps of blue smoke to rise from it.

He roared and broke through the net, his nine-ringed blade slashing towards Zhao Yun's face. Before the blade even arrived, the gust of wind had already blown away the black hair at Zhao Yun's temples.

"Zilong, don't panic!"

Shi Jingsi's Cliff-Corner Spear suddenly pierced through like a shooting star, its tip striking the back of the Nine-Ringed Blade, using the force against the Giant Spirit God leader to knock him back three steps.

The young general in white robes had mastered the art of spear fighting. He wielded his silver spear in a ball of light, aiming specifically at the vital joints of the giant spirit god. Suddenly, ice lotuses burst open from the spear's shadow, each petal containing extreme cold. The giant spirit god leader's right arm instantly frosted over.