The frenzied assault of the dark races brought immense pressure, with the casualty rate rising sharply. Many turned into corpses the moment they dashed out from cover.
Waves of Evernight warriors surged like a tide against White City’s defenses, gradually pushing them back to the vicinity of the city center.
Within less than half a day, White City had lost half its territory, and the dark races’ onslaught showed no signs of stopping.
Dor stood at the bow of the flagship, his sharp gaze piercing through the smoke and mist, falling upon the battlefield. Suddenly, the aura of an entire area of dark warriors vanished!
Dor’s cheek twitched; this was the first time he had been moved since the battle began. His gaze immediately fell on that area, seeing hundreds of werewolf and bloodkin elite warriors freeze in place as if struck by some wicked spell, then collapse one after another.
With Dor’s keen eyesight, he saw that these warriors had lost their vitality in an instant, hence the phenomenon of standing still before collapsing.
What kind of power could instantaneously slaughter so many elites?
Among the fallen warriors, a figure emerged. In the midst of the Evernight corpses, he simply stood there. As if sensing Dor’s attention, he suddenly raised his head, meeting Dor’s gaze.
In an instant, all Dor could see were two unfathomable eyes!
Dor, with his strength, dispelled the strange phenomenon with a thought. But when he looked back at the battlefield, that person had already disappeared. Dor exhaled softly and said, “That must be Qian Ye, right?”
Among the werewolves beside him, there were also strong ones who had seen the scene just now. One replied, “It is him.”
Dor grunted, his tone unreadable. He turned and asked, “If you encounter him on the battlefield, what are your chances of victory?”
The strong werewolves exchanged glances, unsure how to respond. One with a fiery temper shouted, “Doesn’t mean we don’t fight just because we aren’t sure! Lord, let me go. I’ll take him on!”
Dor glanced at him and shook his head, “Go for what? To die? Even if it’s to die, it’s not the time yet. Wait, you’ll have your chance to fight soon.”
The werewolf’s face turned red, but he dared not argue, enduring the frustration.
He was already Count Jarde, part of the true upper echelons among the werewolves. However, even though Qian Ye’s visible cultivation wasn’t high, his actual combat record was too formidable. Even he himself knew that if targeted by Qian Ye, he might be defeated and killed in an instant.
At that moment, whether werewolves or bloodkins, the truly powerful ones all changed their expressions, looking towards White City. Even Dor turned, focusing on the battlefield.
They all felt the auras of noble rank powerhouses in White City disappearing at an alarming rate. This indicated that human powerhouses were taking action, harvesting the core forces of the dark races.
Tig’s face darkened, and he huffed heavily, saying, “Arrogance!”
This battle was mainly led by the werewolves and bloodkins, and many of the strong were from Tig and Dor’s clans. The heavy casualties of clan members would severely impact the status of the tribe and family in Evernight, which was why Tig was so enraged.
Dor’s expression shifted several times, but he ultimately held back, shouting, “Throw all the reserves in!”
Tig couldn’t help but say, “Isn’t that giving them more achievements?”
Without turning, Dor replied, “Then shall Lord Tig enter the battle now?”
Tig’s face alternated between red and white, and after a moment, he gritted his teeth, saying, “As Lord Dor wishes!” Turning, he shouted at the bloodkin strong ones behind him, “What are you all looking at! Any issues, discuss them at the council!”
Dor knew Tig would definitely cause trouble at the Evernight Council later, but he remained calm, continuously urging the attack.
White City was now shrouded in smoke, with battles raging everywhere, blurring the line between front and rear lines. For the Evernight powerhouses, this was the beginning of a nightmare. Qian Ye, Zhao Jun Du, and Song Zi Ning had all taken action, each a walking god of death. From this moment on, there was no safe spot on the battlefield, and death lurked at every corner.
Noble rank powerhouses, the backbone of the dark army, had no chance to retaliate in front of the three, being instantly killed. During such a time when human leaders were fighting, the true powerhouses, at least those like Vice Duke Tig, should lead their forces into battle. Yet, all the top Evernight powerhouses remained on the flagship, showing no sign of action.
Behind Dor, the few strong ones were restless, feeling the burning gazes of the frontline soldiers as if they were scorching them. At such a time, they should step forward, but they remained immobile.
Tig’s breathing grew heavier, having just seen a promising descendant have his neck snapped by Qian Ye. Such an injury wouldn’t immediately kill a resilient bloodkin, but without timely treatment, death was inevitable. The descendant lay groaning, but who could help him on the battlefield?
Dor didn’t look at the battlefield but instead gazed at the sky.
A faint rumbling came from the sky, and armored transport ships, heavily armored, pierced through the clouds, heading straight for the battlefield. These transport ships fearlessly ignored the flying artillery, landing forcibly beside White City, deploying thickly armored warriors onto the battlefield.
Many of these transport ships bore marks of battle, clearly having engaged in fierce skirmishes in space. However, their excellent performance and sturdy armor allowed them to reach the battlefield, with enough power to leave. Although some exploded during landing, they were far more capable than ordinary transport ships, which couldn’t approach the battlefield during combat.
The crossed bloodstained swords on the ship’s body made Tig fall silent, casting a complicated glance at Dor.
These were directly dispatched troops from the council. Had Dor, an unknown, special connections in the council, or were the werewolves planning something big?
While pondering, the newly arrived reinforcements had already rushed into White City!
These warriors, with higher capabilities and better equipment than the first batch, immediately caused more significant casualties among the White City defenders.
Two mercenaries were hiding behind rubble, shooting, when suddenly, two sword blades pierced their chests! They looked down at the wounds, barely grasping the swords, only to be lifted and thrown into the street.
Two heavily armored dark warriors stepped out, long swords in their right hands, force guns in their left, approaching the struggling mercenaries, ready to finish them off, when a young man appeared, walking leisurely with a long sword in hand.
On this battlefield interwoven with blood and fire, the young man moved as if in his own courtyard, the stray bullets and shrapnel seeming to avoid him. In a single step, he reached the two heavily armored warriors, his sword seemingly moving, then turned and walked away.
The heavily armored warriors stood frozen, their thoughts paused, before their massive bodies collapsed. Until the last moment of consciousness, they never knew where or if they were injured.
But they remembered this young man, and recalled his name, Zhao Jun Du.
From a rooftop, Qian Ye saw this through the crosshairs of his sniper scope, the reticle lingering slightly on Zhao Jun Du’s back.
Zhao Jun Du, sensing something, waved his hand without turning, signaling acknowledgment.
Qian Ye smiled, shifting the reticle to a bloodkin baron’s forehead. In the next moment, the baron’s head exploded, his headless body still standing, refusing to fall. Qian Ye’s next target was a werewolf baron.
In another sector, Song Zi Ning stood on the second floor of a partially collapsed building, surrounded by Dark Flame officers, listening to his instructions to reposition the defenses. Song Zi Ning’s armor was stained with blood and dirt, his hair partly burnt, and a prominent wound on his left hand.
Song Zi Ning casually issued orders, and the officers below frantically took notes. Seven Young Master’s simple adjustments to the defenses often had immediate effects. Many previously unguardable attacks were thwarted by the new defenses, retreating in disarray.
Midway through, Song Zi Ning paused, looking towards Zhao Jun Du’s direction, sighing, “Has he already started?”
“Seven Young Master, what’s going on?” the officer below was puzzled.
Song Zi Ning roused himself, saying, “Nothing. The upcoming battle will be tougher than expected. Everyone, prepare to fight to the death!”
A burly officer said roughly, “No problem with the brothers, but where are the reinforcements?”
“Right there, aren’t they?” Song Zi Ning pointed at the continuously arriving transport ships.
The officer was stunned, “Isn’t that the Evernight bastards’ fleet?”
“Yes.” Song Zi Ning remained calm.
After a moment of thought, the officer exclaimed, “Are our reinforcements not coming?”
Song Zi Ning shook his head, “They will, in due time.”
The officer urgently said, “What’s the use?! By the time they arrive, everyone will be dead!”
“Some will come.”
The officers sighed in relief, not noticing Song Zi Ning’s phrasing. Just then, a heavy cannon shell exploded near the building, and through the lingering smoke, a group of heavily armored dark warriors charged out from the street.
The burly officer’s face filled with murderous intent, “We’ll deal with the reinforcements later. First, I’ll take these guys out!”
Song Zi Ning held him back, raising his silver spear, “I’ll go too.”
The officers paled, then set their faces. They understood that, unlike Qian Ye and Zhao Jun Du, if Song Zi Ning needed to personally fight, the situation was at its most dire.
When they actually faced the heavily armored warriors, the officers realized how terrifying they were. They seemed well-versed in coordinated tactics, unusual among the dark races, and generally had physical strength surpassing standard levels, making them a grave threat even if their force cultivation wasn’t especially high.
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