The Deadly Trap of Blood Centipede Gorge: Wang Hao's Bait Tactics

Three hundred thousand evil demons surrounded the gorge.

At that moment, even the wind became foul and bloody.

On both sides of Blood Centipede Gorge, the cracked cliffs were like two huge mouths, continuously spewing out black-robed evil cultivators and twisted weirdness.

There were human-faced blood centipedes.

There were giant black-skinned dogs covered in eyeballs.

There were female-shaped weirdnesses with limbs folded backwards and fanged maws splitting their abdomens.

There was also a type of evil demon warrior, three zhang tall, carrying bone shields on their backs and wielding curved blades, the edges of which burned with dark green flames.

As soon as they appeared, without any nonsense, they directly pressed toward the hundred prodigies in the center of the gorge.

No.

Now there were less than eighty people left.

Fourteen corpses lay in the bloody sand.

Six severely injured people were protected in the center.

The remaining eighty people, back to back, formed a defensive formation, their faces extremely ugly.

They understood.

They understood everything.

Wang Hao knew from the very beginning that there was an ambush here.

He sent the vanguard camp here, not to scout the way.

But to fish out the ambush.

Xiao Chen's fingers gripping the ruler turned white from exertion.

It wasn't that he hadn't experienced life and death.

But this feeling of being used as bait by his own people was more suffocating than the enemy's blade.

"Wang Hao..."

He whispered the name, his eyes full of anger, but also powerlessness.

Because he knew that from Wang Hao's perspective, this decision was cold but correct.

A hundred prodigies as bait, drawing out three hundred thousand ambushers, and then the main legion wiping them all out in one fell swoop.

This deal was too cost-effective.

Cost-effective to the point of nausea.

Wanyan Gu spat out a mouthful of bloody froth and cursed:

"If I can make it back alive, I will definitely take the wheels off that dog emperor's war chariot."

Ye Guyun panted: "I suggest you don't say that."

Wanyan Gu said angrily: "What time is it and you're still afraid of having your performance deducted?"

Ye Guyun pointed to mid-air.

A shadow-recording crystal was suspended there, recording steadily.

Wanyan Gu was silent for two breaths.

Then he became even more angry.

"His mother! Still recording at a time like this?!"

Qin Hongye sneered: "According to the military regulations of the Great Zhou, combat replays must be filed for review."

Wanyan Gu: "Review his ancestors!"

In the distance.

An evil demon leader walked out of the black mist.

He was tall and thin, wearing a half-bone mask on his face, and green soul fire burned in his eye sockets.

His aura had impressively reached the early stage of the Skysoaring Realm.

"Prodigies of the Eastern Wasteland."

The evil demon leader's voice was hoarse.

"Your blood is very fragrant."

"If you are sacrificed to the Evil Eye, it will be enough to open a small weird gate."

Xiao Chen said coldly: "You can try."

The evil demon leader smiled.

"Of course I have to try."

He raised his hand.

"Kill."

Boom!

Three hundred thousand evil demons charged at the same time.

Blood Centipede Gorge instantly turned into a meat grinder.

Xiao Chen was the first to draw his sword.

His sword intent was no longer held back, and the phantom of a lone peak faintly appeared behind him.

True meaning of the sword path!

Slashing out with one sword, more than ten evil demons in front were cut in half.

Ye Guyun followed closely, his blade light sweeping like a moon wheel, splitting a giant black-skinned dog flying.

Qin Hongye's spear pierced the sun, the flames at the spear tip exploding, forcibly blocking three evil demon warriors.

Wanyan Gu roared wildly, his giant axe chopping down, smashing a human-faced blood centipede into meat paste.

But there were too many enemies.

Really too many.

They killed a batch, and more immediately surged up from behind.

The defense line of the severely injured collapsed first.

A prodigy of the Wind and Thunder Sect had already lost an arm, and at this moment was pounced on by three weirdnesses.

"Save me!"

He screamed miserably.

Qin Hongye wanted to save him, but was entangled by two evil demons.

Xiao Chen gritted his teeth, forcing back his enemies with a ruler, and swept out violently.

But as soon as he moved, a blood-colored centipede tail suddenly drilled out of the ground and whipped him hard on the chest.

Bang!

Xiao Chen flew backward, crashing into the cliff face, spitting out blood wildly.

The miserable scream of the prodigy of the Wind and Thunder Sect stopped abruptly.

He was torn to pieces.

Everyone's eyes turned red.

This was not a drill.

Not a martial arts competition.

It was a real battlefield.

The identity of a prodigy was useless here.

The enemy's teeth would not bite one less time because you were a holy son.

The enemy's blade would not chop half an inch off because your talent was high.

Wang Hao used the cruelest way to make them understand this truth.

"Shrink!"

Ye Guyun shouted sternly.

The crowd retreated to a huge rock, forming a semi-circular formation.

Blood flowed all over the ground.

Their physical strength and true qi were rapidly depleting.

New Emperor Sword, however, fought more and more crazily.

The black-robed youth shuttled through the crowd of evil demons, his hands turning into pitch-black sword blades, every swing able to chop open a weirdness's body.

He devoured the origin of the weirdnesses, and the aura on his body continued to rise.

His seventh-realm combat power was brought into full play by him.

He laughed.

"Come on!"

"More!"

"Is this all the appetite you evil demons of the Western Regions have?"

A human-faced blood centipede opened its mouth and bit over.

New Emperor Sword neither dodged nor avoided, but instead took the initiative to reach his hand into its mouth.

"Like to eat?"

"I like it too."

Black light erupted.

The human-faced blood centipede shriveled inch by inch from head to tail.

New Emperor Sword licked his fingers, his face full of disgust.

"A bit sour."

The evil demon leader stared at him dead on, doubt finally appearing in his eyes.

"A weird artifact taking form?"

"No... this aura... you devour your own kind to evolve?"

New Emperor Sword looked up, smiling like a madman.

"You know and you're still not running?"

The evil demon leader did not run.

Instead, he formed seals with his hands and chanted ancient incantations in a low voice.

The ground of the gorge suddenly shook.

Crack!

The bloody sand cracked open, and a huge eye slowly opened from under the ground.

It was an Evil Eye made of flesh and blood and rock.

The pupil was covered with black runes.

Earth Vein Evil Eye!

The moment the Evil Eye opened, all the weirdnesses seemed to have been injected with chicken blood, their auras skyrocketing.

And Xiao Chen and the others felt their true qi stagnate, as if suppressed by some invisible force.

"Oh no."

Ye Guyun's face turned pale.

"This thing is suppressing our true qi."

The evil demon leader sneered.

"Geniuses of the Eastern Wasteland, welcome to the Western Regions."

"Here, your pride is not worth mentioning."

Boom!

The evil demons pounced and killed again.

The defense line was in imminent danger.

Xiao Chen forced himself to stand up, his chest in intense pain, his vision going black.

He looked outside the gorge.

There, dust and smoke were rolling.

The main force of the Great Zhou was already approaching.

But whether they could hold on until the main force arrived was still unknown.

What was even more terrifying was that the main force clearly could have struck sooner.

But Wang Hao did not.

He was waiting.

Waiting for what?

Waiting for the evil demons to be completely exposed?

Waiting for the Earth Vein Evil Eye to be completely opened?

Or waiting for these prodigies to be pushed to their limits?

The answer was—all of the above.

Three miles outside Blood Centipede Gorge.

On the Nine Dragons War Chariot, Wang Hao stood with his hands behind his back.

The battle situation ahead was clearly presented through the shadow-recording crystal.

Wei Zhongxian looked at the tragic state of the vanguard camp and couldn't help but say in a low voice:

"Your Majesty, should we send the Skysoaring Realm ancestors to take action in advance? If we drag this on any longer, the vanguard camp will probably lose a few more people."

Wang Hao's expression was calm.

"Wait a little longer."

Wei Zhongxian's heart chilled, but he didn't dare to ask more.

Beside them, the royal ancestor, the Ren family ancestor, the vice palace master of the Ice and Snow Divine Palace, the grand elder of the Illusion Sea Immortal Sect, and other Skysoaring Realm mighty figures were also present.

They looked at their own juniors in the picture, their faces uglier than the last.

The vice palace master of the Ice and Snow Divine Palace couldn't help but speak:

"Your Majesty, the vanguard camp has already completed the task of luring the enemy. If we continue to let them hold on, I'm afraid it will damage their foundations."

Wang Hao turned his head to look at her.

"Vice Palace Master, what do you think war is?"

The vice palace master of the Ice and Snow Divine Palace was startled.

Wang Hao said indifferently:

"War is not a sect competition."

"It is not a friendly sparring match."

"It is not about trading blows with grace and honor."

"War is about exchanging the smallest price for the greatest victory."

He pointed at the Leyline Evil Eye in the projection.

"If that thing did not fully open, how would I know where it was hiding?"

"If those fiends did not think they were about to win, why would they commit all their forces?"

"If the bait does not reek of blood, how would the fish take the hook?"

The several Sky Soaring Realm almighty experts fell silent.

They were furious.

Yet, they could not refute him.

Because Wang Hao was right.

Cruelly right.

That was the most terrifying part.

A tyrant is not terrifying.

A madman is not terrifying either.

But a tyrant who is both ruthless and always calculating the exact cost is what truly brings despair.

Wang Hao raised his hand and looked toward the sky.

"Thirty Patriarchs."

"Prepare."

Boom!

Thirty terrifying auras surged upward simultaneously.

The top-tier combat power of the Demon Suppression Alliance had finally made their move.

Meanwhile, inside the Blood Centipede Gorge.

Xiao Chen and the others had been pushed to their absolute limits.

Another heaven-chosen was pierced through the chest by a bone spear, collapsing into a pool of blood.

Qin Hongye roared as she stabbed an enemy to death, her eyes completely red.

Wanyan Gu was half-kneeling on the ground, using his massive axe to support his body, covered in wounds.

Ye Guyun's right arm hung limply, the edge of his blade riddled with chips.

Xiao Chen stood at the very front, the tip of his sword trembling.

The fiend leader slowly walked over, a low chuckle echoing from beneath his white bone mask.

"It is over."

A beam of blood-red light shot out from the Leyline Evil Eye, aiming straight for the center of Xiao Chen's brows.

Xiao Chen wanted to dodge, but found his body completely suppressed.

It is over.

This thought flashed through his mind.

The next moment...

The sky split apart.

It was not a metaphor.

It literally split apart.

Thirty Sky Soaring Realm auras descended from the heavens like thirty black suns.

An ancient voice echoed throughout the Blood Centipede Gorge:

"Who said it was over?"

Boom!

A giant palm that blotted out the sky slammed down.

The smile on the fiend leader's face instantly froze.