89: Zhang Ye! He's still alive!!

Three hundred shadow blade mechas, led by Chen Xu, slashed at the Corrupted Giant's nape.

"Clang—!"

A deafening metallic crash echoed across the battlefield.

Chen Xu's mecha was thrown back several steps by the immense recoil, its battle blade leaving only a shallow white mark on the giant's pitch-black skin.

Exclamations of surprise rose from all around: "Captain! Our attacks are ineffective!"

Chen Xu was embarrassed. He had thought, like in Attack on Titan, that the neck was a weakness, but it seemed not.

The Corrupted Giant let out an earth-shattering roar, its massive body turning with incredible speed. Its Corrupted Giant fist, accompanied by a sonic boom, smashed towards the mecha group.

Three shadow blade mechas, unable to dodge in time, were crushed into metallic fragments in a thousandth of a second. The exploding firelight dyed half the sky red.

"Scatter! Scatter immediately!" Chen Xu roared, and the surviving mechas instantly dispersed in tactical evasive maneuvers.

Just at this critical moment, a mecha with the designation YR-47, due to an operational error, had its battle blade deviate from its intended trajectory and unexpectedly strike the giant's back.

The sharp plasma blade miraculously cut through the seemingly impregnable outer shell, revealing the Corrupted crystal core inside, which glowed with a purplish-black light.

"That is...!" The pilot of YR-47 immediately activated the palm-mounted micro-missile launcher.

Three armor-piercing missiles, trailing flames, drilled into the giant's body, precisely hitting the pulsating crystal.

"Boom—!"

Amidst an earth-shattering explosion, the fifty-meter-tall Corrupted Giant crashed to its knees, finally transforming into a pile of smoking Corrupted debris.

The entire battlefield fell silent, then erupted into deafening cheers.

"The back! Their weakness is the back!" Chen Xu's voice trembled with excitement. "Attention all: new tactic! Plasma blade cuts open the giant's back, missiles directly hit the Corrupted crystal!"

The mecha legion, re-forming its ranks, was like a school of sharks smelling blood. Under Chen Xu's command, they launched their second offensive.

They formed groups of three: one responsible for attracting the giant's attention, one using a plasma blade to precisely cut open its back, and the last seizing the fleeting opportunity to fire missiles.

One Corrupted Giant after another fell in dazzling explosions, and the battlefield was soon piled high with mountain-like Corrupted corpses.

However, these corpses were not dead; they attempted to reassemble the Corruption again. The undead legion was too terrifying.

At the critical moment, Dwarf King Gelong personally fought on the city wall, his iconic fiery red beard particularly striking amidst the smoke.

This battle-hardened king personally leaped onto the central cannon platform, his thick arms directly inserted into the energy transmission device.

"In the name of the Heart of Lava! Melt the core!" he roared, and scorching magma energy surged madly into the cannon platform through his arms.

The runes on the cannon platform's surface lit up one by one with dazzling red light, and the metal shell began to glow red and deform from the high temperature.

With a deafening "Boom boom boom!", three magma shells, each over two meters in diameter, whistled out.

These shells struck the Corrupted Giants that had fallen to the ground and were attempting to revive. Magma, tens of thousands of degrees hot, spread like a living thing, engulfing everything it touched in destructive high temperatures.

The Corrupted Warriors, burning in the magma, let out inhuman screeches. Their proud regeneration ability was completely ineffective against the absolute high temperature.

The magma not only burned their bodies but also completely vaporized the Corrupted energy core that constituted their existence.

Dwarf King Gelong watched as these immortal monsters turned into wisps of black smoke in the lava, his beard trembling with excitement: "Quick! All cannon platforms switch to melting mode!"

The Dwarf cannon operators on the city wall immediately sprang into action upon hearing this.

They cut their palms, allowing their blood, imbued with the power of lava, to flow into the cannon platforms' energy slots.

Bang bang bang!

A rain of death, composed of thousands of magma shells, poured down.

The Corrupted army's formation was thrown into chaos by this sudden strike, and hundreds of warriors were annihilated in the lava.

Dawn Moon's face changed drastically. Damn it, how could these barbarians be so powerful? She somewhat regretted choosing this Longhan Kingdom.

"Mother, don't worry, I'll handle it!"

White Blade could no longer hold back. The zanpakutō (soul-slaying blade) in his hand emitted an eerie purplish-black light.

This Cultivator, who seemed to only have a Soul Transformation Stage cultivation, actually contained terrifying power within him—the perfect Fusion of Nether Blade's Nascent Soul from his previous life and the power of Corruption from this life.

White Blade, with a somewhat crazed smile, flashed forward. His zanpakutō (soul-slaying blade) drew a perfect arc, and three shadow blade mechas split apart in response.

The composite armor was like thin paper before the blade, and the energy cores were precisely severed, erupting in dazzling blue light.

White Blade's movements were fluid and natural. Every swing of his blade carried the terrifying pressure of a Undergoing Tribulation Great Perfection, and the mecha group was like lambs to the slaughter before him.

Chen Xu immediately roared: "All retreat! Maintain a safe distance! Remote firepower coverage!"

Hundreds of shadow blade mechas immediately changed formation, their mechanical joints humming in unison.

The blue glow of the palm cannons charging merged into a single sheet, and the shoulder missile bays opened simultaneously. Hundreds of tracking missiles, trailing flames, whistled out, completely covering the area where White Blade was.

However, White Blade merely sneered. His zanpakutō (soul-slaying blade) surged with a hundred-meter Saber Qi.

He held the blade with both hands and spun rapidly around his own axis, forming an impenetrable Saber Qi barrier.

The missile group exploded upon contact with the Saber Qi, creating a continuous series of fireballs in the sky.

Before the shockwave of the explosion had dissipated, White Blade had already ghosted into the mecha group.

Every swing of his blade precisely hit a mecha's vital point, and the battlefield was soon piled high with sparking mechanical wreckage.

Too strong!!

Is this the power of a Cultivator?!

What cannons, what mechas, before a true Cultivator, they are nothing!

Chen Xu frowned. From White Blade, he actually felt the aura of Nether Blade from twenty years ago. What was going on?

This was impossible! Chen Xu had personally witnessed that Dragon Clan Youth named Ao Ye slay Nether Blade back then!

He carefully observed White Blade's appearance. It wasn't a big deal at first, but the more he looked, the more similar he seemed!

Could that Dragon Clan Youth have been problematic? Did he not kill Nether Blade??!

"All of you, die!"

White Blade's roar was mixed with a dual tone, containing both the youth's frenzy and Nether Blade's coldness.

His zanpakutō (soul-slaying blade) surged with a several-hundred-meter blade light, and a purplish-black energy torrent, like a tsunami, crashed towards the remaining mecha formation.

Chen Xu desperately tried to resist with all his strength, but it was useless. At the critical moment—

Boom!

A deafening metallic collision silenced the entire battlefield.

White Blade stared in shock at his right hand, which was split at the tiger's mouth. His zanpakutō (soul-slaying blade) was still trembling and humming.

Three hundred meters away, a twenty-meter-diameter super-alloy iron fist slowly retracted. A half-meter deep blade mark on its surface was self-repairing at a visible rate.

A hundred-meter-tall steel giant gradually materialized. The faint blue energy core in its chest pulsed with its breathing, and the light within it carried the unique rhythm of life.

"Zhang Ye! It's Zhang Ye! He's still alive?!" Chen Xu exclaimed, looking at the massive figure before him.