1204: Chapter 1204 Desire to Boost Morale

"Pass the order!"

Han Zhao spoke in a deep voice, his tone like iron, "Mobilize thirty thousand elites immediately. I shall personally oversee the battle!"

His gaze swept across the generals in the tent, finally landing on two figures with majestic Auras.

"Generals Zhao Lie and Xu Hong, the two of you will lead the attack. You must kill those two Demonic Generals to boost our army's morale!"

Zhao Lie opened his eyes, a bloodthirsty smile tugging at the corners of his lips: "It should have been like this long ago. How dare mere monsters act presumptuously before our Light Alliance Army?"

Xu Hong rose in silence, the chill radiating from him causing the temperature in the tent to drop sharply.

He did not speak, but in those cold eyes, the Killing Intent was already palpable.

A moment later, an elite army of thirty thousand rose from the planet's surface.

Their silver armor refracted cold light under the starlight, their war banners snapped in the wind, and their Killing Intent coalesced into a palpable pressure as they bore down upon the asteroid belt.

Han Zhao stood behind the formation, hands clasped behind his back, his gaze as sharp as a hawk's.

He was in no rush to act, instead overlooking the entire battlefield from his position—in this battle, he wanted everyone to see that the Light Alliance Army's combat power was far superior to these monsters.

Zhao Lie and Xu Hong were at the very front of the army, their Aura the most terrifying.

Zhao Lie was enveloped in blazing fire spiritual energy; with every step he took, he left scorched marks in the Void Realm.

He held a crimson long blade, flames flowing across its surface as if ready to incinerate everything at any moment.

Xu Hong seemed to be forged from eternal ice, his cold Aura causing the surrounding Void Realm to slightly stagnate.

He bore no weapon in his hands, yet those hands were the most lethal weapon—everything he touched would turn into an ice sculpture.

Behind them, thirty thousand soldiers stood in strict formation, their Killing Intent soaring to the heavens.

In the asteroid belt, the two Tier 5 Powerhouse Demonic Generals had just finished devouring the last Radiant Star Domain soldier when they sensed the overwhelming pressure sweeping in from afar.

They exchanged a glance, their eyes devoid of fear, filled only with an even more intense Killing Intent.

"Well come."

One of them spoke in a low voice, sounding as raspy as grinding gravel.

He slowly raised his hand, Devilish Qi surging around him, a decaying scent permeating the air.

The other silently drew the bone blades formed from his own arms; on the edges, Jiang Heng's blood still remained.

The tens of thousands of Demonic Beasts behind them also sensed the threat from afar, raising their heads one after another and letting out low roars.

In those roars, there was no hint of retreat, only a pure, primal desire for slaughter.

The black and red tide coalesced once more, rushing to meet the silver torrent.

The two armies collided once again deep within the asteroid belt.

Silver and black-red, like two monstrous waves, crashed fiercely into each other!

"Boom—!!!"

Spiritual light and Devilish Qi intertwined and collided, exploding into ripples of destructive shockwaves.

The surrounding asteroids instantly turned to dust, and even the distant stars seemed to dim for a moment.

Zhao Lie took the lead, his crimson long blade slashing out a hundred-foot-long fiery beam, striking directly at the Demonic General shrouded in decaying dark light!

"Abomination, die!"

Wherever the fiery beam passed, the Void Realm was scorched and distorted.

The Demonic General did not dodge or evade, instead raising a hand to meet it. The decaying dark light collided with the blazing flames, exploding into a sky full of fragmented light!

"Bang!"

Zhao Lie's figure faltered slightly, a flash of shock passing through his eyes—the opponent's strength was actually not inferior to his own.

But immediately, the smile at the corners of his lips deepened.

"Interesting!"

He roared, slashing his long blade again; the flames transformed into a roaring fire lion, pouncing toward his opponent!

Meanwhile, on the other side, Xu Hong had also engaged the bone-blade Demonic General.

Unlike Zhao Lie's ferocity, Xu Hong's battle was quiet to the point of being eerie.

His figure was elusive, every strike silent, but every time his palm landed, it left a layer of thin ice on the Demonic General's body.

The bone-blade Demonic General swung his arms, his bone blades slashing out sharp blade beams, yet he could never touch Xu Hong's body.

The moment those blade beams neared Xu Hong, they were frozen by an invisible chill and fell as shards.

Yet that Demonic General was equally undaunted by death.

Even though his body was covered in a thick layer of frost and his movements were clearly sluggish, he still did not retreat a single step.

In those pitch-black eyes, there was only pure Killing Intent and fanaticism.

The battle between Zhao Lie and the bone-blade Demonic General was far more intense.

The clash of flames and bone blades exploded into ripples of scorching heat.

Every slash from Zhao Lie carried the heat to incinerate all things, while the Demonic General's bone blades were eerie and unpredictable, every parry perfectly timed.

"Thrilling! Thrilling!"

Zhao Lie fought with increasing vigor, flames surging as he swung his long blade, "I want to see how long you can hold out!"

He suddenly exerted all his strength, the flames on his crimson long blade surging, and slashed out, as if aiming to split the entire Void Realm open!

The Demonic General crossed his arms, weird black patterns appearing on the bone blades, and forcibly took the blow!

"Boom—!"

The shockwave swept in all directions, and the surrounding asteroids instantly evaporated.

The Demonic General was pushed back dozens of zhang, fine cracks appearing on the bone blades on his arms.

But he just glanced down, then raised his head again, the Killing Intent in his eyes not diminishing in the slightest.

The battle between the Tier 5 Powerhouses was hard to decide for the moment.

Although Zhao Lie and Xu Hong had the upper hand, they could not kill their opponents in a short time.

The Demonic Generals might have been slightly inferior in strength, but that reckless, death-defying madness forced them to hold back thirty percent of their power for defense with every attack.

Han Zhao stood behind the formation, his gaze like torches, never having made a move. He calmly observed the battle, calculating in his mind.

As for the battlefield below the Tier 5 level, it was a completely different scene.

Thirty thousand Light Alliance Army elites were locked in a chaotic battle with tens of thousands of the Demonic Beast Army.

At first, the Light Alliance Army held the upper hand. Their formations were strict, their coordination tacit, and every charge tore through the Demonic Beast Army's lines. Amidst the flashing spiritual light, swaths of Demonic Beasts fell.

But soon, they sensed something was wrong.

These Demonic Beasts... simply did not fear death!

The Demonic Beasts in the front row were slaughtered, and those in the back row immediately charged forward, trampling over their companions' corpses. They had no fear, no retreat, only a pure instinct for slaughter.

What was even more terrifying was that when Demonic Beasts were heavily wounded and near death, they would not wail or flee—

They would directly self-destruct!

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Successive self-destructions exploded within the Light Alliance Army's lines, mixing Devilish Qi and flesh into lethal fragments that swept in all directions.

A Light Alliance soldier had just slain a Demonic Beast and, before he could catch his breath, the dying beast exploded with a roar. A black blood mist, carrying Devilish Qi, instantly engulfed him.

"Ah—!"

Screams rose and fell one after another.

The Light Alliance Army's lines began to show cracks.