1105: War

After leaving the quiet room, Wang Chen immediately encountered Zhang Zhilong and Bai Ziting.

“It seems Marshal has gained quite a bit from this seclusion.”

The moment they saw Wang Chen, the lingering aura of the violent power he had just reined in startled both Zhang Zhilong and Bai Ziting.

Especially Bai Ziting, the sheer power of that lingering aura made him feel as if Wang Chen, standing before him, was an unfathomable ocean.

“Old Zhang, you jest; I’ve only gained a little.”

Wang Chen smiled and nodded, walking towards the two and then descending to the ground.

“It seems the follow-up troops have all arrived, and the attack can begin at any time.”

Wang Chen’s gaze swept across the somewhat empty but filled with killing intent base, and he understood.

“That’s right, all combat legions have arrived at their designated positions, and regarding the cross-realm teleportation passage, I have also discussed defense strategies with the Eight Great Sacred Grounds of the Netherworld Human Clan. I was planning to ask Marshal to come out of seclusion, but I didn’t expect Marshal to have calculated the time and ended his seclusion early.”

Following behind Wang Chen, Zhang Zhilong nodded and said.

“Then proceed as planned.”

“Old Zhang, you will command from the mobile command center, providing central guidance, while I will be responsible for mobility, intercepting and killing reinforcement teams dispatched by the Dead Spirit Holy City.”

Upon hearing this, Wang Chen’s expression became serious, and he spoke solemnly.

With his strength, in the current Netherworld, apart from the Mother Goddess of the Undead, almost no power could threaten him. Relying on the extreme speed of Longitudinal Golden Light, there was no more suitable mobile force than him.

“Just in time to raise my Rank a bit further during this period.”

“Once all four-dimensional attributes Break through three thousand points, and I use the Combination Skill, I should be able to contend with Early Stage Tenth Rank Controllers.”

Thinking about the upcoming battle, Wang Chen felt a slight thrill in his heart.

“Guaranteed to complete the mission!”

Meanwhile, Zhang Zhilong’s expression also grew serious, and he saluted impeccably.

“Marshal…”

At this moment, Bai Ziting suddenly asked:

“The battle against the Dead Spirit Race is about to begin. Do we need to hold a mobilization rally to boost the morale of the soldiers?”

“No need.”

Wang Chen thought for a moment, then shook his head and refused:

“This battle is a guaranteed victory!”

“Once we take down the Dead Spirit Holy City and completely resolve the Dead Spirit threat in the Netherworld, we can directly prepare for the distribution of rewards based on merit.”

“I estimate the soldiers of the legion are already eager, seeing those moving experience points, and are itching for a fight.”

“Even without a mobilization rally, they will certainly fight with all their might.”

By the end, Wang Chen couldn’t help but smile.

The craving for experience points is a tradition among Blue Star Awakeners, from top to bottom, and it is the best catalyst for battle.

“Then… I will go and order the entire army to set off!”

Bai Ziting was stunned for a moment upon hearing this, then stood at attention and said.

“Good.”

“Then I should also take action.”

“Old Zhang, Senior Brother, let’s meet again outside the Dead Spirit Holy City.”

Wang Chen smiled and nodded, then directly soared into the sky, flying towards the direction of the Dead Spirit Holy City.

The surge of power after consuming the Heaven And Earth Treasure made him eager for a hearty battle at this moment.

…

…

On this day.

Countless gazes from the Netherworld converged on the Central Region.

Looking down from the sky, one could see four vast plumes of smoke and dust, spreading across the land from the four directions—southeast, southwest, and northwest—advancing in unison towards the center of the Central Region.

Rumble!!

Hundreds of thousands of warriors, either riding war chariots or war beasts, swept across the land like a torrent, and the dust they raised almost obscured the sky.

Before an army of hundreds of thousands of cultivators, which had never appeared in the Netherworld, all individual powers seemed as insignificant as ants.

This terrifying commotion immediately caused panic among the Dead Spirit Race.

The violent Battle Intent and iron-blooded Qi carried by the torrent-like army seemed to want to destroy the world.

The Dead Spirit city-level settlements in the path of these four armies all pushed their Guardian Array defense barriers to the limit and frantically sent distress signals to the Holy City.

Distress signals, like snowflakes, flew into the Dead Spirit Holy City.

The war had not yet begun, but the entire Dead Spirit Race seemed to be in a panic, as if the end of the world was coming.

“Damn it!!”

“Where did the Human Race mobilize such terrifying power from?”

“An army of hundreds of thousands of cultivators, even during the prosperous era of the Human Race in the Netherworld a thousand years ago, as recorded in our clan’s books, it was impossible to gather such a vast force!”

“Fourth Rank!”

“The weakest soldiers in this army actually possess Fourth Rank power! Comparable to our clan’s elite members!”

“My heavens! Can such power truly be resisted by us?”

“Quickly, invite the Mother Goddess! Quickly, invite the Mother Goddess to act!”

Dead Spirit Holy City, in the central temple.

The chaotic atmosphere made it like a marketplace.

Numerous Dead Spirit higher-ups gathered, all with expressions of panic and fear.

The news from the front lines had scared them all thoroughly!

From the east, west, south, and north, hundreds of thousands of cultivators forming an army advanced in unison. Such terrifying power poured cold water on these Dead Spirit higher-ups, who had dreamed of ruling the entire Netherworld after the Mother Goddess’s resurrection, making them all sober up.

Just hearing about such power made them feel breathless.

Could they truly resist it?!

With a bang!

“Shut up!”

Looking at the chaos below, High Priest Tiemoluo smashed the stone table in front of him with a palm, his hair standing on end, his face filled with uncontrollable rage.

“You bunch of useless fools!”

“The enemy is attacking, and all you do is scream in fear here. What’s the use of that? Can it make the enemy retreat?”

“Now, all of you get back and gather the warriors of our clan.”

“If the Human Race can gather hundreds of thousands of cultivators, our clan can do the same, and even more!”

“In this battle, under the gaze of the Mother Goddess, we are bound to win!”

High Priest Tiemoluo roared loudly, his cold gaze sweeping across the room, scaring the Dead Spirit higher-ups below into silence.

Only after High Priest Tiemoluo had finished venting did they reluctantly stand up to receive orders, then left the central temple to make preparations.

Seeing their hurried departure, it was as if staying in the temple for another moment would cost them their lives.

“A bunch of useless fools!”

Seeing them like this, High Priest Tiemoluo felt even angrier.

“You’ve scared them all.”

At this moment, a clear voice echoed in the temple.

The next second, Dominara, maintaining her human form, suddenly appeared beside High Priest Tiemoluo, looking at him with interest:

“You should know why they are afraid. The intelligence from the front-line settlements indicates that those hundreds of thousands of troops are not from the Netherworld Human Race, but from another world.”

“High Priest Tiemoluo, why haven’t you told them this news?”