1207: Chapter 1207 Vanguard Marshal - Lu Hongyuan

Luo Xiu stood at the peak of the flagship, his white hair drifting gently in the winds of the Void Realm; he did not even lift an eyelid upon hearing this.

His expression was calm to the point of indifference, as if the thousands of troops encircling them, as mentioned by Shadow, were merely a breeze brushing against his face.

"No matter how many ants there are, they are still just ants."

He spoke faintly, his voice soft yet carrying an unquestionable certainty.

"No need to pay attention to them."

Shadow heard this, the corners of his lips curling slightly, and said no more. He knew deeply that Luo Xiu was not arrogant, but possessed an absolute self-confidence born from his strength.

In the face of absolute power, the accumulation of numbers was indeed meaningless.

In the meteorite belt, the battle continued.

The fight between Vice Marshal Han Zhao and the Blood Demon had entered a white-hot stage.

Golden blade rays and blood-colored blade light intertwined and collided, each clash exploding into ripples of destruction, grinding the already shattered meteorites in the vicinity into powder.

With the empowerment of Empress Xi, Vice Marshal Han Zhao's aura surged, his combat power skyrocketed, and every blade strike he unleashed carried majestic heavenly might, unstoppable.

Although the Blood Demon was suppressed, he relied on his bizarre and unpredictable movement techniques and an extremely tough Physical Body to forcefully endure these wave after wave of fierce attacks.

That slender blood blade moved at his command, sometimes transforming into a sky full of blood shadows, sometimes condensing into a single line of sharpness, weaving through the gaps of the golden blade rays to counterattack.

The two fought inseparably, unable to determine a winner for the time being.

Below, the battlefield below the Tier 5 Powerhouse level was equally tragic.

The suicide tactics of the Demon Beast Army had cost the Radiant Allied Forces dearly; nearly half of the thirty thousand elites had been lost, with severed limbs floating in the Void Realm, and blood staining the entire meteorite belt red.

Deep within the vanguard camp, a huge water mirror hovered inside the main tent, presenting the battle situation in the meteorite belt to everyone with perfect clarity.

In the tent, dozens of figures stood solemnly.

They came from various factions of the Radiant Star Domain, all Tier 5 Powerhouses or above. Their auras were either as scorching as flames, as deep as an abyss, or as sharp as a sword, gathering together to form a suffocating pressure.

Everyone's gaze was fixed tightly on the two figures entangled in the water mirror.

Silence spread through the tent.

After a long time, a low voice broke the silence.

"Vice Marshal Han Zhao... to think he has been pushed to this point."

The person who spoke was an old man in green robes; he stroked his long beard, his expression grave.

As the most senior person present, he knew the strength of Vice Marshal Han Zhao well.

With a Middle Stage Tier 5 cultivation, his blade technique was fierce and domineering; even among the four vice commanders, he was by no means the weakest.

Yet, such a powerhouse, if not for using the trump card bestowed by Empress Xi, was completely no match for the Blood Demon.

"That Blood Demon... is truly terrifying."

Another general clad in heavy armor said in a deep voice, with a hint of undisguisable wariness in his tone, "His movement technique is bizarre, his attacks are sharp, and what is even more terrifying is that Physical Body... Vice Commander Han's blade hit him head-on several times, yet failed to severely injure him."

"If one of the Four Demon Generals, the Blood Demon, is like this, then just how strong must Luo Xiu be?"

Someone muttered in a low voice, a hint of unease in their tone.

The atmosphere in the tent grew even heavier.

They were all elites from various factions, usually holding themselves in high regard, never believing that anyone of the same tier could firmly suppress them.

But witnessing the battle between the Blood Demon and Vice Marshal Han Zhao today, they truly realized—the top combat power of the Demon Race was far from comparable to ordinary powerhouses.

Vice Marshal Han Zhao ranked in the top five of the vanguard army, yet without Empress Xi's trump card, he wasn't even a match for one of the Four Demon Generals.

Then, among those present, how many could rival them?

This thought was like a thorn, pricking everyone's heart.

Just then, a steady and powerful voice came from the head of the tent.

"Everyone."

Everyone looked towards the sound; the person who spoke sat in the main seat, with a burly figure, a resolute face, a pair of tiger-like eyes shining brightly, and an aura as deep as an abyss.

Vanguard Marshal — Lu Hongyuan.

He slowly stood up, his gaze sweeping over everyone present, his voice calm yet carrying a convincing power:

"It is precisely because the Demon Race is cruel and powerful that we need to join forces. Think about it, everyone—their top powerhouses are nothing more than Luo Xiu, the Four Demon Generals, plus those demonized powerhouses; their top combat power can be counted on one hand. And what about our Radiant Allied Forces?"

He held up three fingers:

"Just the Tier 5 Powerhouses alone, we have nearly one hundred. Outside the vanguard army, there are hundreds of millions of troops advancing from the rear. Empress Xi personally sits in command, all major factions of the Radiant Star Domain have poured out, and the surrounding star alliances are also mobilizing their troops."

He looked around at everyone, his voice rising:

"Our numbers are several times theirs, our powerhouses are several times theirs, our resources are several times theirs—the scales of victory have been tipped in our favor from the very beginning."

The generals in the tent heard this, and the grave look on their faces eased slightly.

Lu Hongyuan continued: "As for that Luo Xiu..." He snorted coldly, "No matter how strong he is, it is only the strength of one person. If we, a hundred Tier 5 Powerhouses, join forces, we can wear him down to death. What's more—"

He raised his hand to point at the top of the tent, where a golden light pattern flickered, emitting a warm and majestic aura.

"Empress Xi has already issued an oracle; in this battle, She will personally pay attention. If the situation changes, Empress Xi will not hesitate to take action."

As soon as these words were spoken, the tent fell silent.

Empress Xi—the supreme existence of the Radiant Star Domain, the supreme leader governing tens of thousands of planets.

If She were to personally take action, no matter how strong Luo Xiu was, what waves could he possibly make?

"The Marshal is right."

The old man in green robes nodded first, stroking his beard and saying: "Although the Demon Race is strong, they are ultimately a lone army deep in enemy territory. Behind us is the entire Radiant Star Domain, Empress Xi, and countless allied factions. We have no reason to lose this battle."

"Exactly!" The general in heavy armor slapped the table, his voice like a booming bell, "How dare the mere Demon Race invade our territory? If we don't exterminate them, where would the face of our Radiant Allied Forces be!"

The generals in the tent echoed one after another, and for a moment, morale was greatly boosted, and the previous heaviness and unease were swept away.

Lu Hongyuan nodded slightly, his gaze returning to the water mirror.

In the mirror, the battle between Vice Marshal Han Zhao and the Blood Demon was still continuing, with golden blade rays and blood-colored blade light weaving into a thrilling scene.

A deep light flashed in his eyes.

"Pass down the order," he said in a deep voice, "Order the rear army to accelerate their march. Within three days, we must arrive at the Gate of Radiance. This battle—we must achieve success in one single action and completely annihilate the Demon Race!"

"Understood!"

The generals responded in unison, their voices shaking the dome.

And in the depths of that distant Void Realm, Luo Xiu still stood at the peak of the flagship, eyes closed, saying nothing.

He seemed completely unaware of everything in the vanguard camp, or perhaps... he simply disdained to pay attention.

The breeze blew his white hair, and on that handsome and cold face, there was only a sense of calm.

A calm like an abyss.