... Although Wushi was also a Soul Transformation expert who had recently advanced, he was likely among the elite of the Abyssal Demon race, possessing formidable combat prowess. Even after sustaining such a severe blow, he managed to maintain a clear mind, extending his demonic claws to desperately block and counterattack.

Under the intense threat of death, he unleashed a ferocious potential for battle, successfully fending off Guici’s string of fatal techniques. While fighting and retreating, he grabbed several cannon fodder troops and hurled them at Guici before merging into the main army and making a desperate escape.

Having held such an advantage only to have his target flee, how could Guici be reconciled? Immediately, he exploded with his fastest speed, slipping into the enemy ranks like a nimble fish, maneuvering through the gaps. Just as Wushi was about to slip through a final opening, Guici erupted once more, a dense cloud of blood mist billowing around him.

Carrying an irresistible momentum, the attack slammed into Wushi’s head, and Guici swiftly seized his nascent soul, rapidly retreating backward. This confrontation took place deep within the enemy formation; a moment’s entanglement, no matter his speed or explosive power, would have led to him being surrounded and killed.

Fortunately, the terrifying aura Guici had unleashed earlier, the sheer momentum of his slaughter deep within the enemy ranks, had already instilled a degree of cold dread. Furthermore, as he withdrew, his twin blades danced wildly, unleashing streaks of dark blade energy. Wherever he passed, a scene of bloody carnage unfolded, heads flying everywhere.

This extremely fierce presence momentarily stunned the native allied forces, whose will to fight was already low. Overwhelmed by timidity, when Guici surged towards them, they not only failed to intercept him but instinctively pulled back, none willing to have their skulls cleaved off so easily.

Propelled by a thick, smell, the speed Guici unleashed was astonishing; in mere breaths, he reached a safe distance. The entire operation—the sneak attack, the pursuit, and penetrating the enemy lines to claim Wushi’s head—took less than a mere few dozen breaths. Yet, in those few dozen breaths, his renown was forged: unafraid of a thousand troops, he had charged into the enemy to slay an expert of his own rank and retreated unscathed. This made him a dazzling star on the battlefield.

In truth, only Guici himself knew the true extent of the danger. While his explosive power was immense, it could not be sustained for long. Within that vast enemy horde, if just a few dozen brave souls had desperately blocked him, he would very likely have become trapped within the enemy formation with no means of escape.

But the outcome was all that mattered. After sealing Wushi’s nascent soul, Guici drifted away to report back to Leidong. As for the battle between Tianmo and Birisi, he did not interfere.

His non-interference did not mean Tianmo and Birisi were unaware. Both were Soul Transformation experts; their cultivation was astonishing, and their spiritual senses were equally sharp. Even amidst the final clash, their divine senses stretched out in all directions, allowing them to perceive every variable.

They knew every detail of the sudden turn of events just moments ago. While Tianmo felt a slight sense of relief, Birisi felt a surge of humiliation. She was engaged in a one-on-one duel with this powerful human female, yet the enemy had dispatched both Wumu and Wushi to launch a surprise attack.

This was hard for the proud Birisi to accept, whereas the enemy expert, after slaying Wushi, made no move to interfere with their own fight, showing great respect to Tianmo. Compared side-by-side, this realization caused Birisi’s fighting spirit to wane, throwing her slightly off balance.

In contests between masters, victory or defeat often hangs on a razor’s edge. Birisi’s slightest weakness allowed Tianmo to seize the opportunity, forcing Birisi into a corner with two swift, harsh strikes. However, at a moment when she could press the attack and expand her advantage, Tianmo halted her hand, saying lightly, "You have lost your composure in this exchange. We will fight again next time."

Birisi, who possessed four arms, paused slightly, then showed a look of being deeply insulted: "What do you mean by that?"

"Nothing much. I am simply tired of fighting and need a rest. We will resume another day," Tianmo stated. She then manifested the Formless Heavenly Demon technique, her figure transforming into swirling black mist, disappearing from the battlefield. No matter how the four-armed Naga challenged her, Tianmo refused to emerge.

Birisi, on the other hand, had Tianmo show mercy. But the one-eyed king Daga was not so fortunate. After dispatching Wumu, Leidong unleashed a ferocious assault on the one-eyed king without reservation, firing a barrage of various Netherworld-style spells interspersed with the Immortal Slaying Finger, which contained a trace of annihilation energy. Nor did Dongfang Fu feel any sense of camaraderie with the one-eyed king; she cooperated with Leidong, launching her own most intense offensive.

In barely ten-plus breaths, the one-eyed king was beaten to a pulp, screaming continuously. He roared in fury, "Despicable, shameless! Two against one! You up there, do you dare fight one-on-one?" The sound made the very space tremble faintly.

"No, I've always preferred group brawls," Leidong replied calmly. Simultaneously, he unceremoniously summoned Gui Ming, who had also advanced to the Soul Transformation level. Gui Ming, having just reached the Ghost Emperor tier, was eager, and naturally sought to unleash his full strength in his first battle.

Three Soul Transformation experts against one early-stage Soul Transformation expert—the outcome was predictable. Although the one-eyed king was violent and domineering, knowing he was certain to lose, he wasn't a fool. He immediately dragged his staff and strode backward in massive steps, each stride covering at least tens of zhang.

His thick hide, coupled with his formidable bronze-colored protective aura, allowed him to withstand the onslaught for a brief time. The occasional Immortal Slaying Finger from Leidong could poke a hole in him, but for the massive one-eyed king, it was merely a light wound.

Dongfang Fu had fought him for half a day and was unwilling to let him escape so easily. She immediately bit her tongue and spat out a mouthful of vital essence blood. This blood instantly transformed into a churning, boiling cold energy. It split into two, freezing the one-eyed king’s legs.

The one-eyed king cried out in panic. With desperate struggles, he completely lost his footing and crashed to the ground. Given his strength, he could have eventually dissolved the ice, but that required time.

The one-eyed king was critically short of time while fleeing. Leidong and the other two saw their chance and certainly showed no mercy to the behemoth. They furiously bombarded the one-eyed king with all manner of high-power spells. Poor Daga, no matter how tough his body, could not withstand such a relentless barrage from an early-stage Soul Transformation expert.

Instantly, his extremely tough protective aura was blasted through. The various spells exploded upon him, ripping his flesh apart until he was on the verge of death. Leidong, however, suddenly stopped his attack and asked with a smile, "Big fellow, what's the fun in following that treacherous scoundrel Udis? You must have heard of my reputation, Leidong, haven't you? Haha, you’d be better off following me for a richer life. All the benefits are guaranteed." Leidong’s reputation, thanks to the propaganda spread by some of the native allied forces, was indeed quite resounding and positive.

The one-eyed giants rushed forward to rescue their patriarch, but they were firmly entangled by the Mind-Controlling White Armor Army and couldn't move.

Watching the battlefield via special artifacts, Udis was trembling with rage. Not only had this brat Lei managed to kill two of his hard-cultivated Soul Transformation confidantes the moment he struck, but he was now openly trying to poach troops on the battlefield? Inexcusable! If the situation allowed, he wanted to jump onto the field immediately and deliver a severe thrashing. The wretched thing—feigning weakness while being a true powerhouse, already a Soul Transformation expert, yet insisting on pretending to be at the Nascent Soul stage.

Of course, he didn't believe Leidong had only just reached Soul Transformation. After all, breaking through required seclusion that often took half a year or more. Even if this Lei fellow possessed Chaos Crystals, he wouldn't have that much time to seclude himself.

"Holy Radiance King, why aren't you ordering your troops to charge yet?" Udis said darkly into the communication array, shouting to the other end, "This Lei fellow is too infuriating!"

"Udis, your men are proving too useless," the Holy Radiance King replied coldly from the other side. "They can’t even manage a simple diversion." Despite his words, the Holy Radiance King understood the larger picture. He waved his hand, and the elite legions of the Winged Race, prepared for a long time, began to charge into the Chaotic Void Space in an organized manner.

Although Udis was furious, he complied, ordering his own elite forces to enter the fray alongside the Holy Radiance King.

As Leidong watched the countless Abyssal Demons, One-Eyed Giants, Nagas, and Winged Elite forces surge in like a tide through the spatial rifts, he seemed entirely prepared. He said to Daga, the one-eyed king lying on the ground, "Heh heh, looks like you’re lucky today. I’ll spare your life. Remember to bring more One-Eyed Giants to defect to me next time. All the benefits will be guaranteed." With that, Leidong summoned Gui Ming, Dongfang Fu, and several hundred White Armor soldiers and began to retreat.

Although the elite forces of the various races pursued desperately, Leidong’s armies, which had been fighting outside the city walls, had now pulled back onto the ramparts, leveraging the enemy's full commitment of elites.

Once on the walls, Leidong was unapologetic and began summoning his Cannoneer Ghosts. The dense ranks of Cannoneer Ghosts fired wave after wave of artillery shells, each one immediately reloaded with Netherworld ghost energy by the Reservoir Ghosts. This high-density barrage inflicted heavy losses upon the charging elites.

But those designated as elites by figures like the Holy Radiance King and the Lord of the Abyss were naturally extraordinary. The charge of the various race elites created an imposing spectacle, with constant barrages of long-range spells and magical artifacts pounding the mountain-protecting formation of the simple fortress. Soon, the shield, unable to replenish energy faster than it was consumed, was blasted open, leaving those defending the city directly exposed to the enemy's ranged magic.

Although the city walls were sturdy, they rapidly crumbled under the relentless, suicidal charge of the enemy elites. Simultaneously, Leidong’s army was highly disciplined, retreating smoothly to the second line of defense.