As the long saber in the hand of a Can Tian warrior shattered first, followed quickly by the destruction of several others, the sight of broken weapons began to appear, growing denser and more frequent.

Even blades that had reached the level of divine weaponry could not withstand such relentless, full-force chopping and clashing!

“Heh heh, this General has finally discovered their weakness! It is their weapons!” General Doghouse slapped his thigh, looking utterly elated. But this declaration was met with unanimous looks of utter contempt from the experts beside him.

Their weapons are inadequate?!

How can these weapons be considered inadequate?

Didn't you see our blades snap after barely enduring two blows against theirs? Every shattered blade wielded by these Xuan Xuan Human warriors came at the cost of at least tens, if not hundreds, of our own!

In other words, it took at least dozens of our blades to account for the destruction of just one of their blades! And this exchange included a good number of high-grade sabers from the You Ming Ghost Ninjas and the Earth Blades from the Kuang Dao Earth Ninjas! just to achieve such a trade!

Divine, sharp weaponry like this—it seemed even the entire Shen Ri Clan could scarcely produce a few—and now, the General claims, "I have finally discovered their weakness: it's their weapons!"?

Tell me, how much better do you expect their weapons to be?!

Do we need them to skewer all five thousand of our men onto a single blade like candied hawthorn before you admit their blades are "good"?

It’s fortunate they aren’t, really. If they were truly effective, wouldn't these five tens of thousands of troops all be slain?

General Doghouse, having achieved command of an army, was certainly not a complete simpleton. He realized his verbal slip-up; the female side of his face flushed slightly, but the male side remained impassive. Well, this thoroughly proved that a man’s skin is just a tiny bit… thicker than a woman’s…

“Um,” General Doghouse explained, “What I meant was, their weaponry is giving out; they are finally nearing their end. Now it is time for our men to shine!”

Although everyone knew the truth of the situation, he was the commander, so it was best to grant him some grace. Besides, his correction was rather seamless, wasn't it?

But the very next moment, following a synchronized, sharp intake of breath from the assembled troops, General Doghouse’s eyes widened again!

They watched as a Human warrior, whose saber had just shattered, simply reached out and grasped the sharp blade hacking toward him. Completely disregarding the fact that he was gripping the blade edge barehanded, he exerted his force and snatched the weapon away. Then, with a backhand motion, he slapped the opposing alien warrior across the face...

The force behind that slap was considerable!

It sent the half of the alien warrior’s male body spinning wildly through the air like a windmill. The conjoined section twisted instantly into a grotesque, mashed shape, finally snapping with a loud crack. Even so, the momentum did not cease, and the whirling body flew onward.

This sudden change happened too quickly. The other, female half of the body only registered the impact at that moment, involuntarily emitting a sharp, unearthly shriek. Turning back to see the bloody, mangled state of his own body behind him, it realized its partner and brother was utterly gone… After another cry, it collapsed…

As for the Can Tian warrior who had committed the "assault," he didn't even bother to glance at them. He had already used the blade snatched from the alien warrior he’d just slapped away to charge forward a dozen paces, seemingly having settled the matter in his mind, possessed of one hundred thousand percent certainty that the alien warrior he struck would not survive.

Everyone, please, do not doubt this: it has been scientifically verified: such a backhand strike once sent an ordinary, mature black bear spinning into a whirlwind, tossing it a full half li away...

When the hunter found the corpse of that unlucky bear and dragged it back, they discovered that the inside of the bear’s skull had been reduced to mere mush...

“Hsssss...” General Doghouse sucked in a breath as if suffering a toothache, his mouth twisting awkwardly: “We’ve been fighting all-out for half an hour, and this brute still possesses this much strength in a casual slap? Could he have activated some secret technique? Or is this a surge of energy right before death?”

Those around him were speechless, their eyes twitching. None of them were optimistic about this assessment. They had never heard of such a secret technique, and the idea of a deathbed reprieve was laughable—didn't they see how vibrant and energetic the opposing side looked?!

And the battle situation continued to shift decidedly against the alien forces!

Because with a loud, resounding roar, Tiger King Hu Liedi charged onto the battlefield with his contingent!

Tiger King was genuinely frustrated. He had been charging relentlessly, and only now had he truly reached the enemy lines! What in the blazes were these people? How could the ground be so clean! After treading over sticky corpses for what felt like two or three li—stepping on arms here, legs there—and wading through a rolling sea of severed heads, he finally reached close-quarters combat!

Damn it, I clearly saw from a distance that this area was packed with living beings...

Now they’re all dead? How could the killing speed be this fast? Pch-pch-pch—as he ran, his three thousand brothers hadn’t killed a single enemy yet, but they were already drenched crimson!

But those weren't the main point. The Tiger King waved his hand: “Damn it! There’s hardly anything left, men, hurry up and scramble for it!”

Scramble! The use of the word "scramble" in a battle usually implied a situation where thousands fought hundreds, where one side held an overwhelming numerical advantage. But the Tiger King felt a surge of panic: Damn it, I came here to support, and now I’m reduced to eating leftovers! If I lose the wager and have to bark like a dog, how can I ever show my face again!

That feeling was certainly unpleasant.

The Tiger King even had an ominous feeling: if he didn’t hurry up, he might not even get scraps. Watching the bloodthirsty nature of these warriors, they were fighting as if rushing to their wedding chamber—killing with alarming speed...

They clearly wanted both the meat and the soup!

This gave Hu Liedi, the Tiger King, a significant sense of defeat.

Looking at the speed at which these individuals were dispatching foes, Hu Liedi was truly astonished: These were the Can Tian Soul Eaters who usually spoke so politely to me? Damn! I was fooled by their gentle exterior. I thought they were all mild-mannered and uninteresting, but now I see I was profoundly mistaken! No wonder they dared to boast earlier; they truly had the capital!

Their degree of savagery is equal to, if not greater than, us Xuan Beasts! Compared to them, we are utterly incapable... Watching his own contingent melt away rapidly like snow under a scorching sun, General Doghouse finally couldn't sit still.

Shen Ri! Shen Ri! I was counting on these troops to break through the enemy lines and charge straight into their main camp! I never expected that already more than a third of them were dead—how could this be?

(A special explanation: "Shen Ri!" is the universal curse of all alien races, equivalent to our "Damn it!" ... Well, since they are the "Shen Ri Clan," I translated it for everyone. Uh, this explanation does not count towards the word count—I will add an extra two hundred characters...)

General Doghouse clearly realized: he absolutely could not wait any longer!

If he waited, perhaps only he and the experts beside him would remain, and everyone else would be gone.

General Doghouse Gou Sheng’s eyes turned completely red. He pointed his long saber: “Go! Target: eliminate those three hundred Xuan Xuan Humans first! At any cost!” After speaking, General Doghouse suddenly paused, feeling that something about his command was slightly off...

After a long moment of thought, he realized it: Ah?! I said three hundred, right? Ah! Shen Ri! Shen Ri!”

General Doghouse finally understood what was wrong: From the very start of the battle, he hadn’t seen a single one of those three hundred men fall; there had been zero casualties throughout the entire engagement...

This meant his side had already lost fifteen thousand men, while the enemy side had suffered zero losses!

How is this possible?!

Once he grasped this point, General Doghouse was so shocked he stared blankly!

Following General Doghouse’s order, the fifteen hundred elite ninja experts gathered around him—whether You Ming Ghost Ninjas or Kuang Dao Earth Ninjas—had already cursed General Doghouse’s entire lineage up and down the heavens and earth!

This was the unified sentiment of fifteen hundred people!

You bastard, isn't this sending us to die!?

Against such a powerful unit, if five or six of us could manage to kill one, we’d count ourselves incredibly lucky. If we truly went after all three hundred of them, I doubt even one of us fifteen hundred would return. Even taking the most optimistic estimate, if we all perished, they would likely still have dozens left standing hale and hearty...

If we absolutely must face them, we would rather go against the Tiger Clan, toughing it out against those Heavenly Punishment Beasts—our chances of survival would be slightly higher...

But the General’s order had been issued. Everyone could only obey!

The fifteen hundred experts formally charged into the fray.

The effect of their entry into the battle was undeniably noticeable.

At the very least, the ferocious offensive of the Can Tian Soul Eaters, which had previously resembled a rising tide, was abruptly halted. It no longer possessed the momentum of breaking through all resistance.

But it was only halted for a moment!

General Doghouse Gou Sheng clenched his fists tightly, still observing the battle from his high vantage point. As the supreme commander of fifty thousand troops, his primary duty was to maintain control of the overall situation, not to engage in close combat. Although he himself was a Kuang Dao Earth Ninja, and a top-tier Jōnin at that!

General Doghouse Gou Sheng felt intensely nervous. The participation of the fifteen hundred elite alien fighters did nothing to ease his tension. In fact, a faint feeling grew within him: sending out this final trump card might not be effective...

He watched the battle with strained attention, waving his hand to issue a series of commands.

The standard-bearer beside him shook the large flag left and right, sending out a series of flag signals.

The armies on the field immediately began weaving left and right, rotating up and down, with tight coordination, pulling back the foremost ranks and replacing them with fresh troops. Moreover, four or five units immediately launched splitting attacks targeting the contingent of three hundred Can Tian Soul Eaters.

Even if it couldn't achieve the ideal effect he envisioned, it should have some impact...

Just as General Doghouse was holding his breath in anxiety, no one noticed that from the gaps in the clamor and fighting between the two armies, a shadow slipped through like a ghost.