Those veterans of Jiang Xiang who were accustomed to death and witnessed countless destructions, whose combined lifetimes seen more fallen than a hundred men combined could muster across ten lifetimes, likely hadn't witnessed as much slaughter in half an hour here!

As the killing dragged on, everyone descended into a state of numb exhaustion!

Beyond the acts of killing and being killed, virtually no other thought could surface under such conditions. The hearts of all present began to harden, bit by laborious bit, growing ever tougher.

At the beginning, upon seeing a comrade suddenly cut down, or witnessing a self-detonation born of utter desperation, tears were shed for the sorrow and remembrance felt; yet now, even when their own flesh and blood collapsed before their eyes, churned into bloody pulp, their hearts remained utterly unmoved—this was routine! Perhaps next, it would be my turn! I would be the one turned to pulp, and if resorting to the extreme measure of self-destruction, not even dregs would remain! We will ultimately convene again! Perhaps only separated by the blink of an eye, so why the lingering reluctance and profound grief?

All who championed individual martial prowess, once immersed in such an atmosphere of total war, would immediately see the futility of their beliefs! In this environment, all individual bravery was nothing more than a joke, a joke that wasn't even remotely funny! Even a supreme expert at the Saint level, thrown into this maelstrom of battle, could be worked to death by sheer exhaustion!

“Can Tian Unit! Fall back! Tiger King, take the Third Tiger Clan team, hold the line!” Mei Xueyan’s originally clear, now nearly hoarse voice rang out sharply once more.

Ying Jie Kong, after delivering a final slash, neither confirmed if his last strike had slain the enemy nor assessed the damage inflicted, instead roaring, “Brothers, one last swing, then retreat at full speed!”

Amidst a chorus of shouts, over a hundred weapons, now resembling jagged saws, swung out simultaneously. The alien forces instantly fell back in disarray, blood flowing everywhere, while the sharp long-blades held by the Can Tian warriors shattered into fragments from the sheer impact of that final blow!

The Can Tian warriors, having struck, retreated instantly without a backward glance. In the space of merely three steps, Tiger King Hu Lie Di had squeezed alongside them, charging forward. The Tiger Clan warriors roared like thunder, instantly taking over the defensive line previously held by the Can Tian troops. But in that brief window of transition, the alien forces managed to surge forward two steps! Pressing the defensive line even further back!

“Bear Clan First Team, withdraw! Soul Devour Unit, take position!” Mei Xueyan’s voice, hoarse as if ready to spit blood, commanded.

With a mighty roar, Ran Kai Shan brought his colossal blade down, delivering a piercing shriek. All Bear Clan warriors roared in unison and retreated three measured steps. Behind them, a sheet of dazzling blade light, like an unexpected tide rising from the horizon, swept in suddenly! Feng Juan Yun, leading the Soul Devour Unit, rapidly inserted themselves, pinning down the Bear Clan’s former position like a fixed spike! The alien forces advanced, utterly disregarding cost or sacrifice, surging forward like relentless waves crashing upon waves. Every member of the Soul Devour Unit was drenched in blood, yet they did not yield a single inch, immovable like reefs hidden beneath the ocean surface!

With a long cry, Jun Mo Xie once again cast aside the refined weapons piled high like miniature mountains. The iron ore stored within the Hong Jun Pagoda world had been utterly consumed, along with every piece of gold, silver, copper, and iron metal in that spatial domain—it seemed not even a speck of iron dust remained… Then, Jun Mo Xie himself flew to Mei Xueyan’s side. Without preamble, a deluge of spiritual energy transformed into water drenched her entire body, and a hidden stream of spiritual spring water silently flowed into her mouth. Mei Xueyan had been issuing commands across vast distances non-stop. She had divided the thirty-five thousand warriors of the Heaven’s Punishment forces into three waves, thirty-five small squads. During these seventy-two hours, there had been virtually no time even to snatch a drink of water, illustrating the sheer intensity of the battle. In reality, only this rotational system offered her the slightest respite from fatigue. But even this brief delay proved costly. A Crane Clan unit, which was on the verge of receiving the order to withdraw but hadn't yet been commanded, saw over a dozen soldiers’ weapons shatter, and they were immediately swallowed by the horde of aliens. Then, from that location, over a dozen violent explosions erupted, instantly clearing a patch. However, in the blink of an eye, alien forces filled the void!

“Crane Clan withdraw—Wolf Clan Fifth Team, cover!” Mei Xueyan ordered urgently, her eyes rimmed red.

Across the entire field, only four individuals had yet to take action: Mei Xueyan, Jun Mo Xie, Gu Han, and the Fourteenth Young Master of Nine Nether! Mei Xueyan needed to command the whole picture, so the opportunity to fight would never fall to her, but the other three had remained idle because not a single Supreme Heavenly Ninja from the alien side had made a move! Even experts at the level of Raging Blade Earth Ninja were rarely deployed! Apart from the generals who absolutely had to lead their troops into the charge, the other alien masters had remained entirely inactive! This suggested some kind of hidden conspiracy! Or perhaps they were waiting for the Continent’s forces to become completely exhausted before these masters chose to strike! Consequently, these three dared not act rashly!

Jun Mo Xie and Mei Xueyan exchanged only a glance; they didn't even have time for a single word before parting ways. Jun Mo Xie soared upward, positioning himself in the void, taking over the spot previously occupied by the Fourteenth Young Master of Nine Nether. The Fourteenth Young Master glanced at him, a slight smile touching his eyes. Jun Mo Xie’s colossal divine sense rapidly expanded—instantly permeating the entire sky, enveloping at least several hundred miles of space. Then, guided by kinetic energy attraction, he quickly located Chuang Shang Bei Dao. He saw this individual brandishing his weapons with frantic energy, continuously issuing various commands! Beside him, alien generals were constantly receiving orders and departing, followed by wolf-pack formations of ten thousand men howling as they rushed forward… Behind Chuang Shang Bei Dao, a dense, dark mass of troops remained utterly motionless! Silent, like devils from the deep night, simply waiting for the moment to feast on their prey.

“That contingent of several thousand should be the army composed of the alien side’s peak experts!” Jun Mo Xie breathed in, speaking. “Incorrect! That isn't several thousand people, but an elite fighting force totaling twenty-three thousand five hundred.” The Fourteenth Young Master of Nine Nether stated calmly, “What stands behind that fellow is only a portion of them, less than a third of the total. The two largest contingents are waiting on the left and right flanks of the battlefield.” Jun Mo Xie sensed carefully and found it to be true. Yet, what truly surprised the Young Master Jun was that the arrogant Fourteenth Young Master of Nine Nether had counted the number of enemy experts so precisely. “What is the specific strength of these individuals?” Jun Mo Xie asked humbly. “Very strong!” The Fourteenth Young Master’s gaze was unusually grave: “The number of Saint Sovereigns is not large, only fifteen, and at least ten of them are only at the first level of Saint Sovereign; but the experts at the Saint Venerable level are comparatively more numerous, numbering in the hundreds. As for the remainder, they are all Saint Emperors! Moreover, every single one possesses strength at or above the second level of Saint Emperor! Clearly, the minimum threshold for entry into this elite corps must be Saint Emperor Second Level!”

“What?!” Jun Mo Xie was greatly alarmed: “You couldn’t have misjudged, could you? How could the alien side possess so many peak experts? If they truly had such formidable strength, why bother with the War for Heaven’s Seizing? They would have leveled the Three Great Holy Lands already.” “My judgment is not in error. Although this group of twenty-three thousand five hundred possesses at least the strength of a Second Level Saint Emperor, the vital energy of more than half of them appears unstable, showing no further room for progress. Furthermore, many possess exceptionally violent internal profound energy, their decline already visible. In actual combat, one ordinary Second Level Saint Emperor could defeat at least six or seven of these unstable pseudo-experts.” The Fourteenth Young Master of Nine Nether stated placidly: “I judge these people to be the greatest cannon fodder! Because their power clearly relies on some special secret technique, forcibly elevated without regard for bodily damage or consequences.” “And among this cannon fodder, over forty have been boosted to the Saint Venerable cultivation level. The rest are almost uniformly Second or Third Level Saint Emperors.” The Fourteenth Young Master looked at Jun Mo Xie: “Of these men, there are eleven thousand nine hundred. Their eyes hold only despair; there is no life left in their hearts. It is obvious that dying in this battle is the final and greatest pursuit of their lives! Their offensive method should be self-detonation!”

“A total of eleven thousand nine hundred Saint Emperor level cannon fodder!?” Jun Mo Xie was profoundly startled! If all of them launched a self-detonation, the result would be… Cold sweat beaded on Jun Mo Xie’s forehead. Regardless of how unstable their realms might be, they still possessed tangible Second Level Saint Emperor strength, and self-detonation would allow them to perform beyond their normal capacity! Such astonishing power could drag down the entire existing combat strength of the Heaven’s Punishment forces into oblivion as company! It seemed these aliens had truly gone mad, willing to commit such a high stake!

“If you were to face these individuals, what would be the outcome?” Jun Mo Xie inquired. “Before I exhausted my strength and was forced to flee, I could slay three thousand of them!” The Fourteenth Young Master glanced at him: “Of course, that is assuming I employ the Divine Melody for aid. Furthermore, they must maintain the same level of fighting fervor as today. If they show any inclination to yield, the number I could eliminate might not even reach half.” Jun Mo Xie rubbed his temples with a throbbing headache, frowning as he pondered how to handle this confrontation. “If they truly charge forward and enact this mutual destruction strategy… in your view, how should we respond?” Jun Mo Xie asked earnestly. The Fourteenth Young Master considered it carefully for a while: “There is only one way—retreat. Only this can preserve our strength.” “And if we do not retreat?” Jun Mo Xie’s gaze was piercing. Retreat was absolutely unfeasible! “If you insist, there might be one other method to inflict massive losses upon them.” The Fourteenth Young Master looked faintly at Jun Mo Xie: “However, this requires complete cooperation between you and me to have a chance.”