Jun Sanye had fought for half his life, once leading hundreds of thousands of troops to conquer the world, yet even he had never witnessed a battle as utterly brutal as the one unfolding today! This was no mere clash of common soldiers!
Every combatant here, even those serving as cannon fodder, would have been considered top-tier masters in any ordinary army. The effect of tens of thousands of such experts clashing simultaneously was far more devastating and shocking than the simultaneous slaughter of millions or tens of millions in a conventional secular nation!
Upon a single glance, Jun Wuyi drew an immediate conclusion: a war like this should never exist in the mortal realm! The current carnage was not merely unprecedented; it would likely be the last of its kind!
On the battlefield, the Remnant Heaven Soul Devouring Corps, led by Ying Boke, reveled in reaping the flesh and blood lives of the alien race; in another sector, Leng Ao and Baili Luoyun commanded their assassination squads, discarding stealth entirely to engage in direct, frontal assaults against the enemy high command!
The Assassin Supreme, Chu Qihun, had somehow joined forces with them. Though this small squad of killers was few in number, they moved like a sharp, piercing awl, slashing and driving forward, utterly unstoppable!
Roars of defiance continuously erupted from the direction of the Continent, and mystics from the Continent surged forward, pouring into the fray without even a moment to rest!
The strain of the long march and their already inadequate strength meant that far too many arriving warriors perished the instant they hit the field, yet those who followed still charged forward with undiminished courage and no hint of hesitation…
Half an hour drifted by—a half-hour that felt both like the blink of an eye and an eternity of waiting. Jun Wuyi waved his hand, and three thousand Imperial Guards, howling maniacally, charged into the battle in precise, rapid steps. Under Jun Wuyi’s stringent military command, these Heavenly Punishment warriors had managed to forge the rudimentary shape of an organized army in a short time! Their entry into the melee delivered an immediate, cataclysmic impact and devastating force!
The sounds of battle grew fiercer, the carnage raging everywhere like a wildfire!
In the rear, in the distance, figures surged forth from the Continent; during this half-hour, thousands more had arrived, reinforcements drawn from families affiliated with the Three Great Holy Lands.
Friendly fire in this war must be the lowest in history, as distinguishing friend from foe was ridiculously simple! Since the aliens looked distinctly different from the Continentals, anyone who looked like you was an ally; anyone who didn't was automatically the enemy…
Another half-hour elapsed, measured by countless drops of blood and lives expended. Just as Jun Wuyi was about to issue the order for the reserve forces—whose strength was now largely recovered—to launch a final assault, a stunning tremor echoed from the Continent, sounding like the arrival of a thousand armies and ten thousand horses!
Jun Wuyi paused his command, a sudden thought striking him.
Banners snapped taut in the wind as several swift mounts broke the vanguard, followed by a dense mass of soldiery! Two figures rode ahead, white beards flowing, eyes sharp; atop the very foremost horse sat an elder whose face was a mass of flesh, his beard exploding outwards like a leopard’s flanks…
It was Dugu Zongheng! The other was Murong Fengyun.
The armies from the Tianxiang Empire had arrived!
Seeing old comrades, joy warred with relief, but there was no time for pleasantries; they immediately demanded an update on the battle.
Dugu Zongheng and Murong Fengyun had gathered forces en route; countless civilian masters had joined them along the way, and even small allied forces composed of mystics from several other nations had merged with their contingent mid-journey. In total, the reinforcements numbered nearly one hundred thousand!
For the entire Continent to gather such a powerful contingent on such short notice was itself a remarkable feat!
Dugu Zongheng, iron-willed and hardened by age, had urged his troops forward relentlessly throughout the journey—so relentless, in fact, that tens of thousands of fine steeds had collapsed from exhaustion by the time they arrived!
With the current military crisis looming, there was no room for ceremony; they cut straight to the essential planning!
“My third echelon will charge in first!” Jun Wuyi decided instantly. “Uncle and Elder Brother, immediately order the main army to rest and recuperate… In one hour, prepare to launch the decisive assault! We must annihilate every last one of these aliens here! Only then can we achieve lasting peace!”
“Good! It is settled!” Dugu Zongheng and Murong Fengyun, both veterans of countless campaigns, instantly agreed, knowing this was no time for false courtesy.
Jun Wuyi waved his battle flag, and amidst the earth-shaking thunder of drums, the final wave of nearly fifty thousand Heavenly Punishment allied troops roared as one and charged forward. Having rested for a full hour, their combat strength was virtually restored; they were, in effect, genuine fresh troops!
The alien forces, despite their massive numbers, had been locked in continuous combat without any respite whatsoever.
The impact delivered by this fresh wave of fighters was unprecedented, shattering more than a dozen alien formations in quick succession, their flags flying as they drove straight toward the center of the conflict!
A sudden, sharp cry pierced the sky as an enormous avian creature descended through the wind and clouds. Yun Biechen, leader of the Eight Sovereigns, and his partner landed unexpectedly amidst the melee, immediately engaging in slaughter!
Amidst the shouts and neighs from the Continent’s side, Guan Dongliu, father of Guan Qinghan, arrived leading the entire Guan Family contingent!
And still more…
The continuous stream of reinforcements from the Continent grew, while the alien side simply lost one for every one that fell; even with their vast initial numbers, they were not inexhaustible. Slowly, imperceptibly, the scales of victory began to tip once more toward the Continent.
Seeing that his rear was secure, Young Master Jun finally turned his attention to the remaining three Saint Sovereigns of the alien race. He had expended considerable effort previously just to lure these three into a unified confrontation against himself.
The method was simple enough: first, he relentlessly pursued one, forcing him to call for aid; when the second joined, Jun Mo Xie deliberately modulated his power, giving the impression that with a final push, they might actually overwhelm him… This naturally tempted the third alien Saint Sovereign to join the fray. As long as they were offered a glimmer of hope, they would never abandon the pursuit. It wasn't that Young Master Jun lacked the capability to wipe them out all at once; even though he now faced three Saint Sovereigns concurrently without losing ground, holding his own with ease, Jun Mo Xie did not yet possess the power to instantly vaporize a Saint Sovereign expert. Especially concerning the final recourse of a Saint Sovereign: self-detonation. If struck head-on without employing his Yin-Yang Evasion Technique, he would be heavily injured, if not killed outright.
If such an explosion occurred amidst the dense ranks of the Heavenly Punishment allied forces, the resulting casualties would be catastrophic. This was the primary reason Jun Mo Xie dared not press the three too severely; without the certainty of a single-strike kill, he preferred to prolong the engagement temporarily!
While Young Master Jun battled the final three alien Saint Sovereigns, it did not mean he ceased other actions; everywhere Jun Mo Xie passed, the ground was engulfed in fire! These conjured flames burned fiercely, encountering human bodies as if they were encountering the richest soil, causing the conflagration to intensify exponentially…
The power of Fire—even now, Jun Mo Xie truly could not recall how many times he had covertly unleashed it!
Alternating between the forces of Earth and Fire, even by the most conservative estimate, the number of alien warriors who had perished by Jun Mo Xie’s hand alone had reached nearly twenty thousand!
This was undeniably a terrifying figure!
At this moment, the course of the war was utterly clear. With all concerns addressed, Young Master Jun unleashed his devastating, boundless killing moves, relentlessly harrying the three Saint Sovereigns!
These three had met Jun Mo Xie once before, inwardly praising his gentlemanly demeanor. But now, they understood: this youth was no gentleman! He was a hundred times more terrifying than a demon!
Especially when Jun Mo Xie covertly struck one Saint Sovereign with a single ember of Black Chaos Fire, causing him to instantly dissipate into thin air, the other two finally realized the truth!
The one their leader had lured away was never the true threat!
The genuine master was this seemingly harmless, pitifully compassionate, and innocent-looking fellow from before!
This realization nearly drove the two remaining Saint Sovereigns to immediate mental collapse!
How could this be? It was too shameless, too treacherous!
It was this individual who had casually unleashed that black flame to eradicate over ten thousand Saint Emperors in an instant, only to then, with feigned benevolence and gentlemanly air, egg on Chuanga Bei Dao and another demon to depart, while he himself remained behind.
It was this deception that caused the entire Sun Clan’s judgment to be fundamentally flawed, leading directly to the current irreversible defeat!
The two Saint Sovereigns were consumed by grief and fury.
Four voices screamed in hatred: “It’s you! It was you all along! You are the real—”
Jun Mo Xie rolled his eyes and roared back, “Damn right it’s me! What the hell are you squawking about?! Trash is trash; you can’t even form proper sentences!” He surged forward, the black flame flickering faintly in his palm.
The two Saint Sovereigns saw the black flame and instinctively fled in terror, but Jun Mo Xie’s palm caught one on the shoulder, sending him stumbling, before Jun Mo Xie kicked him like a leather ball.
A storm of relentless blows descended, and the two Saint Sovereigns could endure no longer!
We admit we cannot defeat you!
But that does not mean we lack the ability to drag you down with us!
With this thought, both their eyes turned red, and mimicking Gu Han’s defiance, they ceased all evasion, charging headlong toward Jun Mo Xie in a suicidal attack. Jun Mo Xie roared back, feigning an equally reckless frenzy, screaming incoherently as he rushed to meet them.
On the surface, the three appeared locked in a mutual, teeth-gritting commitment to mutual destruction!
Closer!
Closer!
Mere inches apart!