Gates appeared one after another, each continent’s fate and outcome varied. The Evernight was well-prepared, and the first wave of beast armies was easily wiped out. The Empire fared much worse; the Land of Yue suffered significant losses, the Western Continent lost some of its elite, and the lower-level Evernight Continent was a complete disaster, with the beasts spreading and infiltrating deep into the land.
Beasts also appeared in the void, but the vastness of the sky prevented them from causing major damage for the time being.
As the Empire became aware of the communication issues, it began to increase patrols between the continents, and those ghostly hunter ships disappeared. After communications returned to normal, integrating all available intelligence, the Empire finally concluded that the fog zones were the “gates” leading to the new world.
The new world had arrived, baring its fangs fiercely.
Just as this information was sent to the major clans and the various continents, the second wave of beasts poured through the gates. This time, the number of beast troops was larger, and their units were more specialized, with a significant increase in heavily armored soldiers, greatly enhancing their ability to breach defenses.
The second attack came so quickly, both within and beyond expectations.
On the Qin Continent, under the leadership of Zhao Jundu and Song Zining, they relied on hastily fortified defensive structures to layer by layer repel the enemy. After several days of fierce battle, they finally killed all the beasts at the fortress walls. Though there were casualties, they were insignificant compared to the victory achieved.
The situation on the Western Continent was relatively stable. In the face of a common enemy, the Evernight and the Empire temporarily set aside their grievances and each held their own frontlines. The Evernight side was clearly better prepared, mobilizing more forces and stronger firepower. Even two rarely seen dukes personally arrived at the frontlines.
Although Zhao Weihuang himself was stationed on the Western Front, his strength was undeniably weaker than the opposing force, and his military power was also insufficient, lacking targeted deployments.
Zhao Weihuang, a great general who had fought against the dark races for years, recognized the situation. He realized that the Evernight had long known about the true nature of the beasts behind the “gates,” hence they had already amassed heavy forces to specifically guard against the beasts’ onslaught.
At this point, even though he understood the situation, he had no immediate solution. He could only desperately mobilize more troops from the Zhao clan and hold back the Northern Army, which had been ordered to return to the Qin Continent, to fill the gap in elite fighters. Fortunately, the Northern Army’s commanders cooperated, allowing Zhao Weihuang to muster enough fighting power to barely hold off the tide of beasts.
As for the Land of Yue, it had just survived a calamity when, without waiting for the Empire’s reinforcements, it faced a new wave of beast armies. Thankfully, the major clans gathered together, concentrating their forces, barely maintaining the defense lines. However, the territories abandoned by the clans were left to fend for themselves.
The Evernight Continent, already in a dire state, faced yet another catastrophe. Neither the Empire nor the dark races had the time or energy to care about the long-abandoned land.
Only the Yong Continent presented a completely different scene. Qian Ye had amassed 600,000 troops outside the gate, with formations stretching for miles, covering the hills and plains. The werewolves from the Emerald Sea, the mercenaries from the neutral lands, and the human warriors of the Yong Continent, while not up to the Empire’s standard, were all fearless and ready to fight to the death.
The beast surge, seen as messengers of death elsewhere, were merely moving food to the perpetually resource-starved werewolves. Seeing the beasts arrive, many werewolves could not control themselves and charged forward, ignoring the officers’ orders. The chaotic battle would undoubtedly result in higher casualties, but the werewolves did not care. They fought with reckless abandon, one after another, risking their lives without hesitation.
Even as an outsider, Qian Ye found it hard to understand the werewolves’ obsession with food. As one of the four dark races, with infinite potential and eternal life, they had to compress their development period, sacrificing future growth and potential bloodline power. This pain was not just physical but deeply rooted in their hearts, hurting their dignity and pride.
Though the werewolves fought fiercely, the second wave of beasts was much stronger than the first. Seeing the mounting casualties, Qian Ye could not stand idly by.
To maximize the damage to the beasts, Qian Ye boldly deployed Little Zhuji!
With a single breath, even the strongest beasts could not withstand it, creating a dead zone within hundreds of meters. The flood of beasts was immediately cut off in the middle.
Qian Ye brought Little Zhuji back to his side and then alone charged into the beast army. His domain was a disaster for the flying beasts; wherever he passed, all flying creatures instantly fell, their vitality drained away.
After several such assaults, Qian Ye’s expression grew increasingly grim, and he finally spat out a mouthful of thick green blood. He leaned on his sword, looked around, and saw no standing enemies.
The vital essence of the beasts contained too much foreign primordial force, even the voracious Song Family ancient scrolls viewed it as something to be discarded. Absorbing too much of it was a burden for Qian Ye.
Now, the beasts emerging from the fog zone no longer formed coherent battalions, but scattered groups. Qian Ye breathed a slight sigh of relief. He looked at the ongoing battles and decided to let the warriors handle it themselves.
For an army of 600,000, tens of thousands of beasts posed no significant threat. In a short while, all the beasts were wiped out.
Drenched in blood, Aisika ran over excitedly, exclaiming, “Lord! That was a truly exhilarating battle! With all this meat, we won’t have to worry for at least three years!”
Qian Ye glanced at him, patted his shoulder, and said, “You’re injured; why haven’t you treated it?”
Aisika turned to look and only then noticed a huge, bone-deep wound on his shoulder. Qian Ye’s pat sent a wisp of dark primordial force, sealing the wound and stopping the bleeding.
Aisika nonchalantly replied, “For us werewolves, this is nothing. I’ve had much worse, this is just a small cut.”
Qian Ye called over a medic to treat and bandage Aisika’s wound, then asked, “How many casualties?”
“About ten thousand, less than twenty thousand. Most of them are werewolves, few humans.”
Qian Ye frowned slightly and sighed, “That’s still a lot.”
Against over 200,000 beasts, this was actually a minor loss. If not for Qian Ye deploying Zhuji, the wide-area killing power of his domain, and the overwhelming numerical advantage, the casualties would have been at least double.
But Aisika did not feel heavy-hearted, instead, he was elated. “At this time every year, we werewolves face a critical moment. The Emerald Sea has to send some to the Great Corridor or to attack the southern humans. Those chosen for the Great Corridor must attack Zheng Kingdom. Whether they succeed or not is irrelevant; what matters is that they must die, otherwise, the rest cannot survive. Now, not only are the casualties fewer, but more importantly, there is a harvest!”
Qian Ye was well aware of the werewolves’ plight, but seeing them jubilantly holding the beasts, and hearing Aisika’s words again, he still felt the weight of it.
Unconsciously, a group of werewolf chieftains and priests gathered around Qian Ye, kneeling and reciting prayers he couldn’t understand. Slowly, more and more werewolves followed, and soon, hundreds of thousands of werewolves were prostrate, praying devoutly. The human warriors stood awkwardly, unsure what to do.
Song Lun quietly squeezed next to Song Hui and whispered, “The werewolves are truly submitting!”
“Did you need to say that?”
“Do you think Lord might be pulled to the Evernight side?”
“Nonsense! Lord is…” Song Hui stopped, recalling Qian Ye’s half-bloodline status, her expression betraying her concern.
Song Lun added, “I heard his wife is also a bloodline noble, and it caused quite a stir back then, sigh!”
Hearing this, Song Hui’s eyes lit up, “He went back and forth in the city to save Yenot, it’s so thrilling! I envy her so much!”
Qian Ye, feeling a bit lost, helped one up, then another, but as soon as he let go, the werewolf nobles knelt again. It seemed they would not stop until the ceremony was completed.
Qian Ye had to stay put, continuing to play the role of their totem. The werewolves’ ceremony was exceptionally long, with ancient language prayers that Qian Ye could not understand. However, despite their lengthy recitation, there were few repetitions, which was impressive.
The werewolves solemnly conducted their ceremony, and the human warriors knew not to disturb them, standing and waiting.
Feeling a bit bored, Qian Ye suddenly felt an indescribable force settling upon him. This force was formless and not primordial, and Qian Ye had never experienced anything like it before. It seeped into his body like a strand of ice, eventually entering his blood core.
Startled, Qian Ye tried to resist but found no way to block it. Neither flesh, primordial force, nor blood energy could stop the icy strand, which simply merged into his blood core and vanished.
The moment the icy strand disappeared, Qian Ye felt as if he had chewed on an ice cube, shivering involuntarily. A cold current surged from his blood core, instantly spreading throughout his body, leaving a sense of clarity and transparency. Qian Ye’s body was like a glass window, seemingly clean, but after the cold current washed over it, he realized there were still many dust particles.
This indescribable experience surpassed all joy, though it was fleeting, the cold current vanishing in an instant.
When Qian Ye emerged from his trance, he realized what had just happened. The mysterious force had refined his blood energy again!
Though it was just a small improvement, it was significant. Qian Ye’s blood energy, already refined by the Mystic Chapter, had reached the level of ancient bloodline nobles, making further progress extremely difficult. Yet, this mysterious force could refine it even further, raising Qian Ye’s potential.
Moreover, this force purified Qian Ye’s body from the inside out, slightly enhancing the essence of his bloodline.
How could such a force exist in the world?
Qian Ye opened his eyes to see the werewolves finishing their ceremony and standing up. He suddenly realized that this mysterious force likely originated from their ancient ritual.
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