…… Not only that. The latest chapters of this book are from Shuhe** The Fierce Ghost Legion was not an army conjured purely behind closed doors in some Grotto-Heaven and Blessed Land; it was an army that had genuinely endured the baptism of conquest. Their presence in the Great Barren Desert had never been lacking, constantly forging ahead by targeting areas dominated by monstrous beasts.

The ghost soldiers in the army, while perhaps not veterans of a hundred battles, were certainly no mere decorative force. They were troops subjected to extremely rigorous training and had seen their share of combat. And this time, it was the moment for Lei Dong to truly test them.

The enemy’s strength was considerable, including an exceptionally tall and formidable brute in the Iron-Blooded Knights, whose presence suggested a power rivaling that of a Dou Saint. In total, the enemy force possessed five Nascent Soul Winged Men, one of whom was a mid-stage Nascent Soul, whose power was comparable to Mork of the Winged. In contrast, the Fierce Ghost Legion, including their leader, the Red Ghost, barely numbered three Ghost King ranks.

In terms of peak combat strength, the Fierce Ghost Legion was at a disadvantage. But one must not forget that the Fierce Ghost Legion was a purely elite army of the Ghost Race, with the weakest among them being at the initial Ghost General rank. While the enemy had substantial numbers, their overall quality was far inferior, mostly comprised of Foundation Establishment level fighters.

From this, it was clear that the comprehensive combat power of the Fierce Ghost Legion far surpassed that of the enemy. How this battle would unfold, and what the losses would be, now rested entirely on the command capabilities of the Red Ghost, whom Lei Dong had always held in high regard. The massive army emerged from the Grotto-Heaven and Blessed Land’s teleportation array in perfect order.

This Fierce Ghost Legion was fully prepared, eager and thirsty, ready to pledge their service to their Lord, to conquer the world, and to spread the renown of the Fierce Ghost Legion across the entire realm. The Red Ghost now was not the mere petty Ghost Guard who once dared to use a ‘driving the wolf to devour the tiger’ strategy to eliminate a Ghost General’s lair with only a few hundred minor ghosts. Now, through continuous rewards, he had matured into a Red-Haired Ghost King with an imposing presence.

Hovering in the air, clad in ink-black yet magnificent crimson armor, his cape whipping in the wind, surrounded by his personal guard like stars orbiting a moon, he already possessed the bearing of a superior commander. “The Red Ghost pays respects to the Lord.” The Red Ghost knelt on one knee from a distance: “Willing to be the vanguard for the Lord, to conquer the world and seize endless territories.” At this moment, Lei Dong also donned an ancient, simple bronze mask. Standing there, he exuded the aura of a monarch reigning over the world.

The latest chapters of this book are from Shuhe** Having frequently utilized the second transformation of the Heavenly Demon Shift, even without entering that state now, he possessed an emperor’s demeanor, capable of looking down upon the world and overseeing all living beings. He raised his hand, pointed toward the Mork Army whose battle cries were shaking the heavens, and commanded: “Charge.” “Red Ghost accepts the order.” This was the Red Ghost’s first time leading the Lord in a large-scale engagement. Upon hearing Lei Dong’s command—calm yet filled with boundless killing intent—he felt a surge of excitement.

He rose like a tiger, his sharp gaze locked onto the rapidly approaching Mork Army, a cold sneer touching his lips. He raised one hand: “Fierce Ghost Legion, heed my command! Full army, advance!” Without any unnecessary flourish, the Red Ghost issued the order for a full-scale assault.

Roar~ Over ten thousand soldiers of the Fierce Ghost Legion roared in unison, immediately forming a sharp wedge formation. They charged toward the enemy like a tidal wave, moving with extreme speed, resembling meteors. Viewed from high above, it looked like a crimson flood, as the Red Ghost preferred the color red and had tinted the armor of the entire army accordingly.

“Brothers, the Lord is watching you personally in this battle,” the Red Ghost projected in a highly stirring voice into the ears of every soldier of the Fierce Ghost Legion. “Being a fierce general, not a coward, isn't something you boast about. Show the Lord the full result of all your training at this very moment.

Kill, kill, kill. Leave not a single piece of armor intact.” “Kill, kill, kill~” The killing intent of the Fierce Ghost Legion was stoked by the Red Ghost’s words. One by one, their morale soared, displaying formidable auras.

Both sides approached at extreme velocity. Since the weakest in the Fierce Ghost Legion were Ghost Generals, their speed was naturally extraordinary. In just ten breaths, they crashed violently into the enemy lines.

The opposing Iron-Blooded Knights were clearly also a well-trained force; though momentarily overwhelmed by the Fierce Ghost Legion’s powerful momentum, they showed no sign of retreat, and instead, spurred on by their Dou Saint commander, their morale surged. However, the gap in rank between the two forces proved fatal. The Fierce Ghost Legion was composed entirely of Ghost Generals, equivalent to the Golden Core strength.

In contrast, the Iron-Blooded Knights were mostly composed of Dou Master Mages equivalent to the Foundation Establishment level. Upon initial contact, the Iron-Blooded Knights suffered devastating blows. The vanguard of the spearhead formation consisted of the most elite battalion of the Fierce Ghost Legion, mostly mid-to-high rank Ghost Generals.

Let alone the common soldiers of the Iron-Blooded Knights, who couldn't withstand a single move, even the captains and high captains were completely unable to resist. For a time, the Fierce Ghost Legion cut through their lines like a hot knife through butter. Mork, the mid-stage Nascent Soul Winged Man serving as the primary commander of this fortress, had an exceedingly ashen expression.

First, his fortress was attacked inexplicably, and now, just as he organized a counterattack, he was met by such a terrifyingly elite Ghost Race army. With his vision, he could clearly see that this was an army purely composed of Ghost Generals. In the entire Chenxi Continent, only three or four forces could match them.

And among those three or four forces, the Iron-Blooded Knights certainly did not rank. But Mork could not retreat. He deeply understood the importance of this fortress; once captured by the enemy, an endless stream of troops would pour onto the Chenxi Continent.

Furthermore, he knew the temperament and disposition of his superior, King Chenxi. It would be preferable for Mork to die in battle than to flee without fighting, as the ensuing judgment and decree awaiting him and his family would be unimaginably terrifying. The thought of those dreadful means of judgment made Mork shudder deeply.

At this moment, he could only fight with everything he had. His only chance of survival was to inflict a heavy blow on the enemy and then use his own acclaimed speed to escape. Fighting fiercely and then escaping was a matter of entirely different consequences than fleeing at the start of the engagement.

In an instant, the entire Iron-Blooded Knights and the majority of the Winged Men were treated as expendable pieces by Mork. His current objective was to fight desperately, to engage in a grueling battle. Immediately, hovering in the air, he drew a longsword gleaming like silver, pointed it afar, and roared: “For the glory of King Chenxi, we must absolutely not allow these barbaric heretics to occupy Fortress Number Fifteen!

Everyone, strike them down fiercely!” Mork also led from the front, casting a golden halo of light upon himself before flapping his wings and diving down. He slashed his longsword through the void, conjuring a sword beam over ten zhang long that shot out with a sharp whistle. Of the dozen or so ghost soldiers within the beam’s range, only four managed to evade or block it.

The remaining eight were sliced in half by that brilliant golden sword light; the golden energy dissolved the ghost soldiers' souls like melting snow. The other Nascent Soul or Golden Core Winged Men followed Mork’s lead, each exhibiting a sacred radiance of either gold or silver. They plunged fiercely into the Fierce Ghost Legion, actually achieving a breakthrough momentum.

But the Red Ghost, as the commander, did not even blink. Since this was his first large-scale operation under his Lord’s gaze, he intended to achieve absolute success, or not fight at all. The enemy leader, Mork, was naturally something the Red Ghost would not overlook.

He would let those foolish Winged Men know that the Fierce Ghost Legion was far from what they imagined. Immediately, a string of harsh, unpleasant shrieks erupted from the Red Ghost’s throat, echoing across the entire battlefield. The full-assault formation instantly shifted, reforming into small circular arrays.

As these small circular arrays spun violently, miserable cries rose from within the enemy ranks. Simultaneously, a full battalion of elite ghost soldiers silently encircled Mork and the others from afar, bombarding them with ranged magic spells from the Netherworld system. Countless dark or sickly green orbs of light flew everywhere.

Even with Mork’s mid-stage Nascent Soul power, he dared not be struck by dozens or hundreds of spells in a battle of this scale. He immediately switched from an offensive stance to a defensive one, his light sword dancing with impenetrable speed, forming a golden sphere that blocked the Netherworld spells from entering. Soon, the battlefield stretched for dozens of miles, covering the entire inner city of the fortress.

Although Mork was formidable and managed to hold his ground against the fierce assault of the ghost soldiers, his subordinates were neither as strong nor as lucky. The Golden Core level Winged Men were either instantly annihilated or had their wings broken, causing them to fall from the sky. Soon, even the Nascent Soul level Winged Men began to suffer losses; one was surrounded by hundreds of ghost soldiers and, in short order, exploded under the torrential assault.

The battle began to tilt decisively. The ten-thousand-strong Iron-Blooded Knights suffered more than half their casualties in the blink of an eye. Even with their commander Mork’s immense power, the situation looked irreversible.

That was an army of ten thousand ghost soldiers, each equivalent to the Golden Core stage! Not just a mere mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator, but even a Deity Transformation expert would deem a frontal confrontation unwise, opting instead to bypass them. Otherwise, if they were entangled and unable to escape, they risked perishing here.

Feeling that the time was right, Mork unleashed his final reserves of power, firing off a Grand Light Cannon that brutally blasted away more than a dozen ghost soldiers. His body transformed into a streak of white lightning, flashing away rapidly. He had held on long enough; although he would still be punished for this retreat, the severity would surely not be too great.

After all, Mork had given his best, hadn't he? Believing everything was proceeding according to his plan, Mork had underestimated the cunning of the Red Ghost. The latter had already made arrangements for this scenario.

The two Ghost King level deputies, who had not yet made a move, had silently infiltrated the flank at some unknown point, each leading a detachment of a hundred soldiers, together unleashing a vast, pitch-black net that swept toward him. ……