When the energy from the Tree-Men entered his body, Zheng Zha swiftly channeled it toward his Shinigami Bracelet. Then, just as before, he pointed his finger toward the land ahead. Instantly... in the vast distance separating the human army and the armies of Mordor, the empty space began to change rapidly. A massive legion of Undead soldiers materialized there—and by massive, it meant a number well over ten thousand.

Because the sheer quantity of Undead soldiers was so great, the existing distance could not fully contain them. As their numbers continued to surge, these soldiers began to overlap one upon the other, forming a dense mass. Even more Undead soldiers spilled out onto the surrounding cliffs; after all, they were creatures that ignored gravity.

The nature of sheer cliffs was irrelevant to them.

(Ten thousand… twenty thousand… thirty thousand… the count keeps rising. Damn it, this time I’ve really gone overboard.)

By the time Zheng Zha had completely expended the life energy flowing into him, more than forty thousand monsters of the Death God Legion stood arrayed between the two main forces.

These monsters, standing three meters tall, composed entirely of soil and sand, and wielding long weapons, let out rising waves of ferocious cries.

Zheng Zha controlled the Shinigami Bracelet on his hand with his will, setting the attack target onto the countless Orc armies ahead. Then, as the first Death God Legion monster leaped forward, the nearest Orc was immediately knocked flat. Before the Orc could even attempt to rise, the long, curved blade swung horizontally.

Amidst the Orc's wretched scream, it was cleaved cleanly in two.

All forty thousand-plus Death God Legion monsters roared in unison, surging forward with an impetus and sound no less ferocious than charging warhorses.

They swept toward the countless Orcs ahead. Their three-meter height, immense strength, and gravity-defying ability to run meant that the vanguard of the Death God Legion monsters immediately began charging toward the Black Gate. The Orcs were instantly terrified, screaming in panic.

They loosed the arrows in their hands, but these projectiles simply pierced straight through the bodies of the Death God Legion monsters. Being composed of sand, they were utterly unaffected by these attacks. Only a few unlucky Death God Legion monsters were unlucky enough to be struck squarely in the head by explosive arrows; their bodies instantly dissolved into dust... Upon initial contact, the close-combat prowess of the Orcs and Uruks was far inferior to that of the Death God Legion monsters. They feared no death.

Thus, their attacks were always absolutely relentless, moving forward without hesitation. Coupled with the advantage of their height, all their strikes came down from above. While perhaps lacking the crushing impact of an iron cavalry charge, the ferocity of these downward slashes was undeniable. The formation of the leading Orc army instantly shattered, and countless Orcs wailed as they fled backward... They might not fear fighting humans, but against these sand monsters that could neither be killed nor truly destroyed, the Orcs’ inherent nature of bullying the weak and fearing the strong became glaringly obvious—they were afraid.

Aragorn and Théoden exchanged glances, both looking toward their respective armies—one cavalry, the other a mix of heavy infantry and horsemen. Both men shouted rallying cries and pre-battle motivation to their troops. This opportunity could not be lost; seeing the Death God Legion monsters driving deeper and deeper into the enemy lines, such a perfect chance would never return. Now was the time to utterly crush the Orc army! "Warriors of Gondor, for Men, for the future… for the defeat of the Dark Lord, charge!" Aragorn pulled sharply on his reins and charged forward first, closely followed by his cavalry and infantry.

Théoden roared, "Riders of Rohan, bring death and destruction to the enemy! For Death!" With that, he too spurred his horse inward, followed by a solid sheet of iron cavalry charging forth—the most formidable military unit of this age.

Zheng Zha sat upon his skeletal steed, yet he was unable to join the fight at this moment. He glanced at the members of the Central Continent Team beside him. "Zhan Lan, have you located Chu Xuan and the others?" Zhan Lan nodded. "Yes, found them. They appear to be confronting someone, and all the Tracker units are there too… I’ve sent the visual data directly to your consciousness."

Zheng Zha then addressed those nearby. "Zhang Heng, go rendezvous with them. Your archery skills are incredibly potent and can offer some help. Zhao Yingkong, stay here and protect us. Your sword…" Zhao Yingkong suddenly interjected, "No, let me go meet them. I… I need to see someone."

Zheng Zha looked at her in surprise. The look in the young girl's eyes was one of absolute resolve. She stared intently at Zheng Zha. After a long moment, Zheng Zha finally said, "Then… be careful on your own. And… if you can, settle this matter for good!" Zhao Yingkong nodded firmly. She then turned and ran toward the location indicated on the mental scan map. Zheng Zha, with the rest of the team, moved toward the edge of the Mordor battlefield, where the mental scan map had highlighted a very specific target… the Dark Lord Sauron! Confronting Chu Xuan and the others were two members of the Eastern Continent Team. Zhao Zhuikong was not with them. After encountering several hundred members of the Tracker army, Chu Xuan, without a second thought, surrounded them, ignoring their shouts that Zhao Zhuikong would take it out on the Central Continent Team.

"That’s highly unlikely. He has his own matters to attend to, and what you need to do… is wait," Chu Xuan stated calmly.

Hao Tian looked at the two members of the Eastern Continent Team with a hint of sorrow. Though he couldn't be certain, he felt these two were doomed. Chu Xuan was simply waiting for the opportune moment to eliminate them. After the four new recruits were killed by Zhao Zhuikong, Chu Xuan's nature of never accepting a loss meant he naturally intended to reclaim this deficit, and as for himself… he was probably not far from death either… Zhao Yingkong remained unaware of all this; she kept running forward until a familiar silhouette appeared before her—a long-haired youth smiling faintly, blocking her path.

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