Chapter 172 The End of Huang Chao
Although the identity implanted into the Old Immortal Nanhua is a Taoist giant, his strength is not low.

But the one he is facing is Nangong Tianxia, ​​who is currently ranked second on the World's Most Powerful List!

Originally, the cultivators with internal force were at a disadvantage in terms of combat effectiveness when facing the war gods with strong energy.

It would be difficult for the old immortal Nanhua to face Nangong Tianxia, ​​one of the 109 heavenly generals with strong energy, alone.

Not to mention that there is a Taoist soldier behind him - the Lei Ze Dragon Riders.

Originally, the military formation of the Lei Ze Dragon Riders and the evil spirit of the battlefield had a great inhibitory effect on internal strength.

On the Tianwu Continent, there are countless martial arts sects that have been used by major dynasties to use their Taoist soldiers to destroy mountains and temples.

Not to mention the old immortal Nanhua who came alone.

Nangong Tianxia and Lei Ze Longqi cooperated perfectly.

After several rounds of fighting, they were disturbed by the strong energy and evil spirit of the battlefield.

Now, every attack from Nangong Tianxia and Lei Ze Longqi can put the old immortal Nanhua in trouble.

Although the old immortal Nanhua was powerful, he had to admit his disadvantage when facing the joint attack of Nangong Tianxia and Lei Ze Longqi.

In a fierce confrontation, the Immortal Nanhua was repelled several steps by Nangong Tianxia and Lei Ze Dragon Rider.

His figure swayed slightly and he seemed to be a little unsteady.

Huang Chao also fell into crisis again because he lost the support of Nanhua Laoxian.

Looking at the battle situation in front of him, the old immortal Nanhua couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

He knew that today's battle was unavoidable, but he did not want to be an enemy of Nangong Tianxia and Lei Ze Longqi.

He just wanted to save Huang Chao, but he didn't expect to get into such big trouble.

However, he does not regret his choice.

Come here.

He observed Huang Chao for a long time.

Now it seems that Huang Chao is about to be destroyed.

If I don’t try to save it, I will feel sorry for the time I wasted these days.

And he's not brainless either.

On the contrary, he is very confident, even if he cannot defeat Nangong Tianxia.

But it is still possible to retreat calmly.

It's just a bit of a pity, in his opinion.

Huang Chao is a good candidate.

But I have to stay here today.

"Ugh"

The figure of the old immortal Nanhua disappeared into the air like a wisp of smoke, leaving only a faint sigh echoing in the air.

Nangong Tianxia looked at the direction where he disappeared, his heart calm.

The most urgent task is to capture the traitor Huang Chao first.

As for the Taoist immortal Nanhua, he is an idle person.

Since we have been involved in the quagmire of this chaotic world.

Naturally, one day Daqian will settle accounts with him.

Ruizhou shocking change!

Zhang Bao and Huang Chao were captured on the battlefield of Ruizhou.

The Yellow Turban front in Ruizhou collapsed completely under the swift offensive of Nangong Tianxia and Tan Meng’s army!
But there is a silver lining in this misfortune.

Seeing that the situation was not good on the Ruizhou battlefield, the Lion King dragged the Erlangzi Mountain Lion who wanted to rescue Zhang Bao back to the Luzhou battlefield.

The Lion King, who had been slacking off, originally wanted to slip away alone.

But when I think about how the mountain lion has been quite stubborn with me during this period of time.

And they walked together.

If something happens, at least there is someone to take the blame.

Otherwise, the Yellow Turbans would probably have lost more than just an entire battlefield of Yellow Turban troops on the Ruizhou battlefield.

Even Shan Shituo, one of the few war gods who was truly a member of the Yellow Turbans, had to stay there.

Facing the top-level configuration of Nangong Tianxia and Taoist soldiers - Lei Ze Longqi.

Not to mention a mountain lion.

Even Meng Zhang, the strongest of the Yellow Turban Army, would have to think twice before coming.

At this time, in the Yellow Turban camp on the battlefield of Luzhou, the atmosphere was solemn, and the firelight danced on the gloomy faces of the soldiers, reflecting their deep worry and fear.

Inside the main camp, Zhang Jue sat alone in the main chair, his face ashen and his eyes seemed to have flames burning.

The battle report in his hand was like a black hole, swallowing up all his hope and pride.

"boom!"

With a loud bang, Zhang Jue stood up suddenly and smashed the battle report to the ground. The papers flew everywhere, and the ink stains were like the flags of a defeated army, swaying sadly in the cold wind.

"Ruizhou collapsed completely? Zhang Bao and Huang Chao were captured? How is this possible!"

His voice was like the roar of a wounded beast, trembling with disbelief.

The soldiers around him lowered their heads and stood in silence, not daring to make a sound.

They knew that Zhang Jue was on the verge of a rage at this moment, and any slight disturbance could lead to his wrath.

Zhang Jue walked to the map with heavy steps, staring in the direction of Ruizhou with eyes as sharp as knives.

It was originally the battle line of the Yellow Turban Army, an impregnable fortress and a springboard for them to conquer the world.

However, at this moment, all of this seems to have come to nothing.

"Why is this so?"

He murmured to himself, his voice filled with endless pain and confusion, "Since I started my army, have I ever suffered such a tragic defeat?"

His hands were clenched into fists, his nails digging deep into his palms.

Drops of blood fell on the ground, mixing with fragments of battle reports, forming a shocking picture.

In the tent, generals such as An Miceu, who were taken in by Zhang Jue, kept their heads down and remained silent. The atmosphere was so depressing that it was suffocating.

They knew that this defeat was not just a military setback for Zhang Jue, but also a heavy blow to his years of faith and efforts.

Since the Yellow Turban Rebellion, it has been unstoppable and Zhang Jue has been worshipped as a god by his followers.

But tonight, the wrath of the gods burned fiercely over their heads.

"Zhang Bao and Huang Chao, they were both captured?"

"They are the warriors of my Yellow Turban Army and the brothers of my Zhang Jue. How could they be so vulnerable?"

Zhang Jue's voice rang out again, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth.

The generals remained silent. They were unable to answer Zhang Jue's questions, nor could they share his anger and pain.

All they knew was that this defeat had plunged the Yellow Turban Army into an unprecedented crisis, and the road ahead was full of unknowns and dangers.

Zhang Jue's anger echoed in the tent for a long time before gradually subsiding.

He sat down slowly, resting his hands on the table, fatigue and disappointment surging in his heart.

He knew that he could not fall down like this, as the future of the Yellow Turban Army still needed his leadership.

He took a deep breath and tried to calm down his emotions.

"Pass the order,"

Zhang Jue's voice became deep and firm, "All troops, prepare for battle."

"We the Yellow Turban Army have never been afraid of any enemy, and this time is no exception."

The generals were cheered up and responded in unison.

"Remember, we are the Yellow Turban Army. We are the wrath of all people in the world."

"A failure doesn't break us, it only makes us stronger."

"We must let Daqian know that the Yellow Turban Army's flag will never fall!"

Zhang Jue glanced at everyone in the tent, his eyes flashing with determination.

Thunderous shouts erupted in the camp; the morale of the generals was completely ignited by Zhang Jue's words.

They clenched their fists tightly and the flames of revenge flashed in their eyes.

This defeat was just a small setback in the Yellow Turban Army's long journey, and future victory would still belong to them.

Zhang Jue nodded with satisfaction. At present, he could only try his best to boost morale.

Otherwise, the disastrous consequences of this bad news will continue to spread on the battlefield of Luzhou.

He stood up, walked to the door of the tent, and looked up at the dark night sky.

One of the three Yellow Turban battle lines has been destroyed, and the Daqian army on the Ruizhou battlefield will soon be liberated.

Come to the battlefields of Luzhou and Wuzhou.

The Yellow Turban Army's road will become even more difficult and dangerous.

(End of this chapter)