Long Aotian could clearly see it—the Great Yi soldiers before him radiated a thick, murderous aura that could not be dispelled.
That kind of killing intent only came from surviving countless battlefields.
There was no doubt: these were elite veterans, hardened on the Divine-Demonic Battlefield.
If he could trap and destroy them here, it would deal an unprecedented blow to Great Yi.
And right now, he had the upper hand:
Dozens of times their numbers
Innately stronger physiques, a natural advantage of the non-human races
The Dragon Demon Race, for example, were born with bodies far superior to humans
"Long Aotian," Zhuge Liang frowned, waving his feathered fan."You chose this battlefield and this time for one reason—to use the lives of millions as a blood sacrifice to empower the demonic treasure.
But do you really think the soldiers of Great Yi will become your final offering?"
"We'll find out who's stronger—on the battlefield."
Long Aotian wasn't moved by Zhuge Liang's words.
He raised a hand and coldly shouted:
"Kill!!"
"Kill!!"
"Charge! Slaughter the humans! Let Great Yi know we are not to be trifled with!"
"They want to exterminate us? Then let's raze their entire court to the ground!"
"We were born stronger than humans. They were once our food—and still are. Eat them!!"
The non-human armies howled with bloodlust, their eyes gleaming with savagery.They were here for one purpose: shatter Great Yi's dominance.Their morale burned fiercely, and they charged without restraint.
At the front—the Wolfmen Cavalry, numbering in the millions.
Riding enormous direwolves, they wielded Sky Wolf Sabers and carried Sky Wolf Bows,firing Blood Wolf Arrows as they charged.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Each arrow screamed like a howling wolf, glowing blood-red as it tore through the air.
"Shields! Shields! Shields!!"
The Black Tortoise Legion shouted.
Clad in Black Tortoise Phantom Armor, they raised enormous turtle-shell shields—custom-forged with barbed spikes to impale enemies.
In their other hand, they gripped the Serpent-Turtle Blades.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
With every synchronized step, the ground quaked beneath them.
Their shield wall—triple-layered, arched outward—formed an unbreakable black bulwark.
Ding! Ding! Ding!
The Blood Wolf Arrows struck with terrifying force—but the Black Tortoise Shields absorbed and reflected 30% of the impact.Each deflected arrow sparked off harmlessly.
"Godslayer Crossbows—FIRE!!"
The moment the Black Tortoise Legion locked down defense,the legion commanders retaliated.
Thousands of Godslayer Crossbows loosed a storm of bolts.
Compared to the Wolfmen's arrows, this was a hurricane of death.
THUMP! THUMP! THUMP!
The sheer density of the bolt barrage meant no aiming was necessary.
Just shoot—someone would be hit.
The non-human army, however, was also composed of elite warriors.Their reflexes were sharp, and they swung weapons to knock away many of the bolts.
Still, some found their mark—piercing bodies, bringing death.
Some were skewered yet kept charging forward, roaring with rage.
"Don't fear! Push forward!
Great Yi's greatest weapon is their crossbows.
If we can endure this initial wave and close the distance, their ranged weapons become useless!
Then, we control the battlefield!"
The non-human commanders had studied Great Yi tactics.
Their arrow formations were deadly—if you didn't breach their lines, you'd be whittled down and die before reaching them.
But once the lines were broken, if battle devolved into melee,Great Yi's ranged dominance would vanish.
As more Wolfmen closed in, millions fell in the charge.
Tens of millions of non-human elite warriors died on the road to contact.
This was war.
Brutal.
Bloody.
Unforgiving.
Great Yi's arrow formation was a chasm of death—and crossing it meant paying in lives.
The non-human alliance knew this, yet pressed on.
"Kirin War Chariots—attack!!"
Zhuge Liang waved his fan and gave the order.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
Massive war machines—fifteen zhang long and ten zhang wide—rumbled onto the battlefield.
Brutal, black steel monstrosities, bristling with barbs and spikes,built for one purpose: to dominate the battlefield.
These were the Kirin War Chariots.
Completely sealed inside, yet deadly from within.
They were operated by the Ling Snake Legion, one of the Five Constants.
But instead of standard setup, the legion adapted their own tactic:
One soldier drove the chariot
Others operated Ling Snake Sniper Rifles, firing through special slits
BANG! BANG! BANG!
With every sharp crack of a trigger, a spiraling armor-piercing bullet fired.
One Wolfman instinctively felt danger—but the bullet was too fast, and before he could move—
His head was blown open.
The bullet continued, piercing three more soldiers before losing momentum.
Those struck were either instantly killed or trampled to death moments later.
The Ling Snake Rifle was the most powerful rune gun in terms of penetration.It fired spiral armor-piercing rounds, almost silent, terrifyingly accurate.
"What the hell is that!?"
"Those humans—damn it, those things are like our goblin war chariots… but WORSE!"
"Their firepower is insane! One shot blows a hole the size of a bowl!"
"Deploy our goblin war chariots! Match them!!"
"No! Ours are like children's toys next to these MONSTERS!"
The non-humans panicked as the Kirin War Chariots carved through the battlefield.
In this spell-sealed arena, these machines were the ultimate weapons.
And yet, before they could fully react—the two sides clashed in brutal melee.
CRASH!!
"AAAH!!"
The chariots rammed straight into enemy lines.
No matter how strong the non-human bodies were,they couldn't match these juggernauts.
Bodies were impaled, shredded, and crushed into blood and bone.
"Kill! Kill! Kill!!"
DOOM! DOOM! DOOM!
Kunlun Gao pounded the Ten-Thousand Beast Blood Drum,summoning the rhythm of slaughter.
The drum's magic might have been nullified—but its roar of war still stirred every soldier's heart.
His muscles rippled, sweat flew, his hair danced like fire.
He roared into the sky:
"War! War! War!!
Heaven's thunder is our drum, the earth our grave,A sea of blood marks our path!
The wild is savage, the enemy mad—But the Human Race shall not be shamed!
Heads may fall, blood may spill—But our iron souls defend the Nine Provinces!
Ninety-nine blades in our grasp—We will not rest until the enemy is slain!"
Ten million soldiers sang as one—voices thundered into the heavens.
Each step they marched shook the earth.
It was the drumbeat of death,the trumpet of courage,the unshakable will of the Human Race.