Published: March 12, 2025
The three-round simultaneous throw does not refer to throwing three javelins, but rather six javelins, so each person has two hands, holding one javelin in each hand, which counts as one round of attack.
The javelins thrown by the demon clan can reach slightly farther than those of an ordinary ninth-level expert, with a range of about one thousand one hundred meters. However, this distance is far too close for the Heavenly Blood Horse, which is now a ninth-level magical beast, as it can cover that distance in just a few breaths.
This brings a certain level of difficulty to the three rounds of simultaneous throw, requiring the throwers to be quick with their hands and very coordinated; only then can the thrown javelins cause maximum lethality.
During the javelin-throwing process, Zhao Hai did not slow down as he charged towards the divine race's army, continuously throwing javelins. Fortunately, the people following Zhao Hai were the most elite troops of the demon clan; otherwise, they would not have met Zhao Hai's demands at all.
After the three rounds of javelin attacks, the divine race's army in front of Zhao Hai had already been torn open in several places, and Zhao Hai and his team were now charging in.
Zhao Hai was, of course, in the forefront, standing beside the Black Dragon War Chariot, wielding the beast spear, and with every movement he made, a divine race member was pierced to death. The members of the Black Dragon Clan beside him were also not idle; they took out their own weapons, a huge sword, and with the two of them as the spearhead, the entire demon legion surged into the ranks of the divine race.
Just as those from the divine race aimed to block Zhao Hai, they realized that if they could not stop Zhao Hai's attack, he would cause chaos in their ranks. At that point, the undead army at the Aklaya Mountain Defense Line would charge out, leaving the divine race army in a dire predicament, attacked from both front and back.
Zhao Hai was certainly not charging blindly. This time, his attack target was very clear: the sword chariot. Zhao Hai aimed to take control of the sword chariot before dealing with anything else.
With an army of ten million, Zhao Hai led the charge directly towards the sword chariot. Surrounding the sword chariot were originally cavalrymen for protection, but due to the fierce fighting in these past few days, those cavalrymen had also gone to join the attack on the Aklaya Mountain Defense Line. As a result, the defensive power around the sword chariot had significantly decreased.
If someone else were sitting in the sword chariot, it could have been alright; after all, the sword chariot was also a domain weapon. But currently, the person sitting in the sword chariot was the already dazed third prince. Even the best weapon would be useless in the hands of someone who could not utilize it; the sword chariot was no exception.
At this moment, Yun Tianlei was commanding the battle on the front line, and he did not expect Zhao Hai to attack suddenly, and straight towards the sword chariot.
Currently, only one hundred thousand members of the Thunder Clan were protecting Yun Tianlei; everyone else had gone to assault the Aklaya Defense Line. Yun Tianlei still held some trust in the Thunder Clan.
When Zhao Hai's troops charged in, Yun Tianlei was momentarily stunned. By the time he reacted and prepared to turn his forces back to deal with Zhao Hai, it was already too late. Zhao Hai had already led his army towards the sword chariot, and even if Yun Tianlei wanted to rescue it, it was too late.
At that moment, Zhao Hai had already reached the outside of the sword chariot. The door to the sword chariot was closed. Zhao Hai took a careful look; surprisingly, the door was a sliding door that opened outwards. He drew out the blood staff, transforming it into a sword shape, and thrust it into the door. Then, the middle section of the blood staff began to swell, forcibly opening the door of the sword chariot.
As soon as the door opened, a beam of sword light shot towards Zhao Hai. Zhao Hai did not move at all; his body instantaneously crystallized. The sword struck right on his face.