Chapter 1727 — A Move That Shakes Heaven and Earth
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"The Cyan Emperor is a formidable one; a pity he met Jiang Baigui!
" The Cyan Emperor remained hemmed in by the great army, taking wound upon wound, yet Jiang Baigui had not given the order to kill him — and that was the most terrifying thing of all.
The crux of "besiege the point, strike the relief" lies in striking the relief; the Cyan Emperor was spared to draw in reinforcements, and the reinforcements that came for him were spared again to draw in still more.
This was the unorthodox.
When more relief arrived, the first wave was annihilated with utmost speed lest they be caught in a converging assault — this was the orthodox.
Having destroyed the first wave of relief, one adjusted the formations and committed still greater strength to besieging the second — this again was the unorthodox.
Through the shifting of unorthodox and orthodox, the stakes grew ever larger, forcing the enemy to abandon his own living strength and so be strangled in an endless grind.
And the wielding of the battlefield, the mastery of heavenly principle and human desire, tests a commander's wisdom to the utmost; let a single aspect go wrong, and the intended effect can never be attained.
Jingping's forces were far inferior to Eastern Heaven's, and how to overcome the many with the few without being devoured by the enemy's superior numbers was a trial all the greater.
The Imperial Preceptor of Jingping, Jiang Baigui, had already reached the sublime; on the field of battle he had no rival left.
As Eastern Heaven's Heavenly River, Chariot-and-Cavalry, Formation-Chariot and other divisions were thrown into the fight, the Cyan Emperor's heart turned colder still: the more gods and demons the sixty army marquises of Eastern Heaven dragged in, the harder it became for them to cut the tangle loose. If a force so vast were swallowed whole and uprooted by Jingping, no general alive could bear it!
And now the question was no longer whether to keep him encircled without destroying him — even if Jiang Baigui released him this instant, Eastern Heaven's great army could never withdraw from the field!
"The Eastern Emperor's wounds should be of no great consequence now?
" The Imperial Preceptor of Jingping, Jiang Baigui, came to the Eastern Emperor's side and said, "Now Your Excellency may awaken the Myriad Dragon Nest, awaken your own fleshly body and the divine dragons of the Eastern Pole Heaven.
" The Eastern Emperor rose and laughed aloud: "Jiang Baigui, you are indeed ruthless and venomous!
" He gave a long whistle, blood and qi surging wild, and far across the field in Eastern Heaven's camp the headless fleshly body of the azure dragon shuddered violently; the soaring dragon stretched out its claws and seized at the Myriad Dragon Nest!
The Myriad Dragon Nest was his holy land, the very place of his birth, and its might was in no way inferior to the Southern Emperor's Ancestral Land of Dao Fire!
The power of the Ancestral Land of Dao Fire was terrifying beyond measure: it could twist time and space, one layer of Dao Fire, one layer of heaven, until the whole cosmos seemed to dwell within that ancestral fire.
The ancestral land of the Myriad Dragon Nest held no such fearsome might, but its strength lay in blood and qi; when the blood and qi within the Myriad Dragon Nest burst forth, the blood and qi of every divine dragon in Eastern Heaven's camp surged in near-frenzy!
Those divine dragons were of the Eastern Pole Heaven, all descendants of the Eastern Emperor Azure Dragon; strengthened by the blood and qi of the Myriad Dragon Nest, their bodies swelled and snapped the dragon-binding cords upon them! Only a portion of the Eastern Pole Heaven's divine dragons had been beheaded; tens of thousands still remained in the army as slaves, and now these dragons broke free one after another, fangs and claws bared, dragon-cries ringing out unceasing from Eastern Heaven's great camp.