109: Red soil plateau!

“They’re here!”

Su Jin’s lips curved into a slight smile.

Ten thousand points in hand, this wave wasn’t a loss! And this was just the beginning.

The Woma World still had countless city-states waiting for him to “visit”!

Blue Star Alliance Total Points: 113,510 points.

Current Ranking: Not yet calculated (number of participants not yet met).

Su Jin nodded with satisfaction, his gaze once again falling upon the empty City Lord’s Mansion.

Although the story of Shi Potian and the Xuan Sacrificial Priest was regrettable, war was always this cruel.

What he needed to do now was to quickly digest the results of this battle, and then, advance towards the Red Soil Plateau…

Bone Duke Kasa, Crimson Countess Lilith, Prophet Margan, Giant Statue Overseer Ba'er…

These names flashed one by one in his mind.

The battles to come would only grow more intense.

And he, too, would only grow stronger.

“Bai Xiao, send people to thoroughly inspect the City Lord’s Mansion and the Panshi City treasury. All valuable items are to be registered and cataloged.”

Su Jin commanded.

“Also, have Huo Jun speed up his efforts to clear out the remaining forces in the city and stabilize order. From now on, this city belongs to Su.”

“Yes, my lord.” Bai Xiao’s figure flickered and disappeared.

Su Jin stood alone in the center of the great hall, feeling the weight and vicissitudes accumulated by this city over a hundred years.

His gaze was profound, as if he had already seen the even grander and more turbulent war scroll of the future.

“Panshi City is just the beginning,” he murmured to himself, the ∞ symbol on the back of his left hand seemingly growing a few degrees hotter.

.......

The Red Soil Plateau, as its name suggested, was a landscape of jagged, ochre-red rocks and cracked earth as far as the eye could see.

The air was dry and thin, and strong winds whipped up dust, blurring the distant horizon.

Somewhere in this desolate land, a massive spatial rift glowed with an ominous purplish light, like a hideous scar, spanning between heaven and earth.

This was the entrance to a secret realm coveted by countless powerful individuals.

At this moment, the area within a dozen miles of the secret realm entrance had been transformed into a brutal slaughterhouse.

“Roar—!”

A colossal Abomination, over ten meters tall, composed entirely of pale white bones—the “Bone Tyrant,” a Gold-tier hero under Bone Duke Kasa.

Wielding bone fists comparable to siege hammers, it smashed several Three-Eyed Race warriors who tried to approach into a pulp.

Eerie blue soul fire burned in its eye sockets, and each roar stirred up a dense aura of death.

Opposite it, a Three-Eyed Race hero, the “Psionic Overlord,” a Gold-tier powerhouse under Prophet Margan, wearing a silver-white form-fitting combat suit with a rhomboid crystal embedded in the center of his forehead.

He was suspended in mid-air.

His eyes were tightly shut, but the crystal on his forehead erupted with dazzling light.

Invisible psionic Impact waves spread like a tide, precisely intercepting the fearless undead of the Annihilation Legion.

In the sky, a massive floating war platform, the “Eye of Insight,” Prophet Margan’s personal mount, shimmered in and out of view.

At the edge of the platform, Margan, clad in white robes and holding a scepter topped with a large eyeball-shaped crystal, looked down at the battlefield with an indifferent expression.

His figure was slender, but no one dared to underestimate this young Three-Eyed Race lord who could foresee the future.

“Kasa, your bone-racks are still so fragile!”

Margan’s voice, laced with mockery, echoed directly in the Bone Duke’s mind via a mental link.

“Margan, less talk, more action! This secret realm is mine!”

A coarse and violent voice came from the other side.

Upon a massive throne constructed from countless twisted bones, Bone Duke Kasa sat upright.

He was clad in dark, bone-plated armor.

A scarlet cloak flapped wildly in the strong winds, and the exposed parts of his body were all stark white bones.

Only the two points of soul fire in his eye sockets flickered with madness and greed.

Below the two Gold-tier heroes, their respective legions had long since gone berserk.

Kasa’s Annihilation Legion was endless; skeleton soldiers, zombies, and ghouls surged in wave after wave towards the Three-Eyed Race’s positions.

They were tireless, fearless of death, their sole purpose to tear apart all living beings before them.

In the air, swarms of gargoyles and bone dragons circled, constantly spewing breaths of death.

Meanwhile, Margan’s Mind Hacker unit displayed a completely different combat style.

These Three-Eyed Race warriors were agile, wielding strangely shaped psionic weapons.

Each attack was accompanied by a mental shock, directly stunning the enemy’s soul.

Behind their front lines were dozens of war constructs transported from the “Molten Mountain Workshop.”

These steel behemoths fired at full power, energy cannons and missiles continuously raining down, blasting swathes of undead into fragments.

The battle had raged for several hours, with both sides paying a considerable price.

The red earth had been stained dark black, dismembered limbs and metal fragments littered the battlefield, and the strong smell of blood and gunpowder was nauseating.

“Boom!”

The Bone Tyrant and the Psionic Overlord clashed again, and the violent energy shockwave sent the lower-tier soldiers below flying.

The two Gold-tier heroes each retreated several hundred meters, their auras somewhat unstable.

Clearly, the prolonged intense battle had taken a heavy toll on them.

Kasa’s soul fire flickered erratically, and Margan also frowned slightly.

This battle was too stalemated.

If it continued like this, even if one side won, they would likely be unable to monopolize the secret realm’s treasures.

Moreover, who knew if other covetous individuals were lurking around this chaotic battlefield?

Just then, the psionic crystal on Margan’s forehead flashed, and his gaze sharply turned towards a hilly area southeast of the battlefield.

“Hmm?” Kasa also seemed to sense something, and his soul fire suddenly contracted.

“We have guests, and quite a few of them,” Margan’s voice carried a hint of gravity.

“Hmph, cowardly rats, still unwilling to show yourselves?”

Kasa’s soul fire abruptly turned in the same direction, and his bone throne emitted a grating sound.

Almost simultaneously, the space in that hilly area rippled like water.

Immediately after, a well-organized army, with contained killing intent, slowly materialized.

At the forefront were thousands of Xuanjia Elite Warriors, clad in dark gold full body armor, wielding massive tower shields and runic battle axes.

Each step they took seemed to resonate with the earth, forming a steel defense line.

Behind them were “Breaker Crossbow Guards,” holding giant crossbows taller than a man.

The cold crossbow bolts gleamed with an eerie light, their arrowheads inscribed with armor-piercing runes.

On the flanks of the army were “Cloud Dragon Iron Cavalry,” heavy armored knights riding “Cloud Dragons,” battle beasts covered in dark green scales, with a single horn on their heads and a ferocious appearance.

The tips of the dragon lances in the knights’ hands pulsed with sharp energy.

And in the center of the entire formation, beneath an ancient battle banner embroidered with mountains, sun, moon, and stars.

Dozens of Star Oracle Strategists, clad in star-patterned brocade robes and holding jade slips or compasses, surrounded a young general.

This man had a handsome face, sharp eyebrows, and star-like eyes, and a silver-white battle armor made him appear even more heroic and extraordinary.

A powerful aura, no less inferior to that of Kasa and Margan, rapidly swept across the entire battlefield with the appearance of this army….