174: Chapter 174 A Dagger in a Desperate Situation! The Wang Family Launches an All-Out Attack!

Western Theater, volcano codenamed "Hell's Gate."

The situation here is even more critical than in the capital. Three Tier 6 [World-Destroying Demon Soldiers] are besieging the Elemental Temple's defense line.

As the Thunder God guarding this place, although he has advanced to an SS-rank Half-Step Grandmaster, he is still in precarious danger under the siege of three Tier 6 monsters.

Behind him are thousands of mages from the Elemental Temple. Their faces are pale as they form a massive amplification Formation, channeling all their spiritual power into Thunder God.

"Hold! Everyone hold for me!"

Thunder God roars, his body wreathed in purple lightning, hands pressing outward as he tries to block the Demon Soldiers' advance with a lightning web.

"Boom!"

A Demon Soldier sneers and smashes a fist into the lightning shield.

The terrifying force shatters the lightning web directly, and the shockwave sends Thunder God flying backward, slamming him deep into the cliffside, spraying blood. The thousands of mages behind him simultaneously vomit blood and collapse, wilted.

"Too strong... Is this the power of Tier 6..."

Thunder God watches the Demon Soldier raise its bone blade, preparing to behead him, a trace of despair flashing in his eyes.

Even more terrifyingly, three more spores fall from the sky, about to hatch into three new Demon Soldiers!

"It's over... This old man is going to lose his life here today!"

Just at this critical moment.

"Amitabha."

An ancient, yet bell-like Buddhist chant suddenly echoes from deep underground.

The voice carries a strange, calming power, instantly quieting the restless terrestrial fire and causing the Demon Soldiers' movements to pause slightly.

Immediately after, the ground cracks, and golden light floods the area!

A gaunt figure, sitting cross-legged on a golden lotus, slowly rises into the air.

He wears a tattered kasaya, his skin withered like tree bark, as if he were near death, but his eyes are shockingly bright, revealing the compassion of one who has seen through the Mortal World and the majesty of a wrathful Vajra.

It is none other than the most mysterious of the five Great Grandmasters of China, who has been guarding Hell's Gate — the Ascetic Monk!

"Great Master?! You have come out of seclusion?!" Thunder God is overjoyed.

"With the Abyss descending and lives being devastated, how could this old monk remain aloof?"

The Ascetic Monk smiles slightly. He does not engage in hand-to-hand combat directly; instead, he puts his palms together, chants a mantra, and triggers the underground ley line Formation that has suppressed the area for hundreds of years.

"Great Might Dragon · Earth Bind!"

"Rumble —"

The ground suddenly collapses, and countless golden rune chains drill out from underground, instantly wrapping around the limbs of the three Demon Soldiers, dragging them down firmly.

"Roar!!!"

The Demon Soldiers struggle madly, their Tier 6 brute strength exploding, causing the chains to creak and crack.

"Although these wicked beasts lack high intelligence, their brute strength is astonishing! Relying on the terrain, this old monk can only barely contain them for a short while!"

Cold sweat seeps from the Ascetic Monk's forehead. He is fully focused on maintaining the Formation, unable to attend to anything else.

Meanwhile, on the eastern coastal defense line.

This is the disaster zone for sea beast landings and the most prosperous economic region.

On the sea surface, a dozen Tier 6 Demon Soldiers hatched from spores are converging with countless low-tier sea beasts surging from the deep sea, forming a destructive wave.

"Mountain-Crushing · Sky-Shattering Fist!"

A violent shout rings out like a thunderclap.

Grandmaster Zheng Kaishan is shirtless, his muscles like poured iron, and his golden blood-energy condenses into the phantom of a fierce tiger above his head.

Like a war god descending, he charges into the swarm of Demon Soldiers without retreating.

"Bang!"

He punches the shell of a Tier 6 Demon Crab attempting to land. The air is compressed into a cannonball, emitting a deafening explosion.

The massive Demon Crab is knocked back more than ten meters by this punch, a shocking crack appearing on its hard shell.

But Grandmaster Zheng Kaishan's fist is also covered in blood, the webbing between his thumb and index finger torn, and his finger bones even exposed.

"Damn it! They're so damn hard!"

Grandmaster Zheng Kaishan curses. Before he can catch his breath, two humanoid Demon Soldiers flank him from the sides.

"I'll fight you all to the death!"

Grandmaster Zheng Kaishan roars, his eyes full of crazy Battle Intent.

He ignores defense, throwing punches like raindrops, trading injury for injury, life for life!

"As long as this old man is still standing, you beasts won't take a single step further!"

On the southern defense line.

Wind God Xu Changfeng stands atop the Canton Tower, his clothes fluttering.

His face is as pale as paper, his figure swaying. Around him, four Tier 6 Winged Demons with flight capabilities are circling in the air.

"Wind Sweeps the Clouds!"

Wind God Xu Changfeng waves his hands, and the sky full of wind blades turns into a giant meat grinder, slicing the group of spores falling from the sky into powder mid-air.

But he cannot deal fatal damage to the four Winged Demons and can only use his speed advantage to maneuver.

"Cough, cough..." Wind God Xu Changfeng coughs up blood, staining his collar, "Can't hold on much longer..."

At this moment, the four Great Grandmasters of China have all come out, guarding the four directions!

The strength of the nation is displayed vividly at this moment — it is the grit to bite off a piece of flesh even when facing an invincible enemy!

However, human power has its limits. The Demon Soldiers are endless, as if they can never be killed.

Capital Command Center.

"Report! Heavy casualties in all theaters!"

"Report! Sword Saint Ye Wudao has been stabbed three times, his left arm is severely injured, but he is still fighting to the death!"

"Report! Grandmaster Zheng Kaishan has a fractured left arm!"

Elder Long watches the blood-red warning pop-ups on the screen, his eyes twitching, his nails digging deep into his palms.

This isn't a battle; this is clearly filling a bottomless pit with human lives!

"Our high-end combat power... is not enough."

Elder Long slowly turns his head and looks at the corner of the big screen.

It shows the image of Yingzhou Island.

It is the only pure land that has not yet been touched by the flames of war, and the only variable in this grand chess game.

"Dachui... The nation has blocked the first wave of impact for you, and the four Grandmasters are risking their lives to buy you time."

"Now, the hope of all humanity lies with your family!"

...

Yingzhou Island, on the deck of the "Yunding Mothership."

The sea breeze howls, making Wang Dachui's windbreaker flap loudly.

He looks at the mother nest in the sky that is still madly spitting out troops despite being damaged, and then looks at the extremely tragic battle situation around the world on the big screen.

Seeing the back of Sword Saint Ye Wudao fighting in blood, seeing Grandmaster Zheng Kaishan shouting with a broken arm, seeing those young soldiers falling one by one to protect their homes.

A trace of admiration flashes in Wang Dachui's eyes, along with a trace of monstrous rage.

"The old guys... have done their best."

"These beasts, bullying us because we have fewer people? Bullying us because we aren't tough enough?"

He suddenly rips off his windbreaker, revealing his lean, muscular body, his whole body surging with golden light, like a small sun, dispelling the surrounding darkness.

"Our Wang family has enjoyed the best resources of the country, occupied such a large fiefdom, and lived a peaceful life for so long."

"Now, it's our turn!"

Wang Dachui turns around and looks at this "family team" behind him, which can be called the most luxurious and weirdest in all of humanity.

No outsiders, just his own family!

Eleven wives: General Leng Feng: SS-rank high-tier, where the blade points, nothing is unbreakable; Nalan Ruo: SS-rank Peak, Dominator of Life, strongest healer; Ji Taimei: SS-rank mid-tier, mind control; Su Qianqian: SS-rank technology side, firepower coverage; Ye Xiaocao: SS-rank shadow, King of Assassins; Elsa S-rank lightning, Alice S-rank space, Nephthys S-rank quicksand, Zahara S-rank beast king, Sylvanas S-rank ice.

Eleven children: Eldest Wang Zhentian: Grandmaster-level Physical Body, humanoid nuke; The Second, Wang Yan; The Third, Wang Ling; The Fourth, Wang Qian; The Fifth, Wang Shi; The Sixth, Wang Ying; and those five mixed-blood god-children from the seventh to the eleventh who are only half a year old but have already shown amazing talent.

"Little ones!"

Wang Dachui waves his hand, pointing at the mother nest overhead, his voice sounding like thunder:

"The country has set the stage for us, and the monsters' shells have been cracked for us!"

"The rest is our job as the sharp blade!"

"Eldest! Guard the sky for me! Don't let that trash fall and dirty our island!"

"You got it!"

Wang Zhentian roars.

He doesn't use any thrusters, nor does he need any high-tech equipment.

He just bends his knees slightly, and the special alloy deck under his feet instantly caves in, forming two deep pits.

"Rise for your young master!!!"

"Boom!!!"

Accompanied by a terrifying sonic boom, Wang Zhentian shoots up like a cannonball out of a barrel, relying purely on the explosive power of his Physical Body, instantly tearing through the air and charging straight into the clouds!

He turns into a golden stream of light in the air, the SS-rank totem pole in his hand waving in a way that leaves no gaps.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Those huge spores falling toward Yingzhou Island are like fragile eggs in front of him, each one beaten to pieces in mid-air, exploding into a rain of black rain!

This is the horror of a Grandmaster-level Physical Body! With a Mortal body, he rivals the gods!

"The Second, The Third! Take the younger siblings and guard the ground! If one monster leaks through, I'm deducting a month of your snacks!"

"Wives! Follow me!"

Wang Dachui takes a deep breath, his gaze piercing through the clouds, locking onto the Abyssal mother nest that is slowly repairing its wounds.

"Since I am the commander-in-chief, I must do what a commander-in-chief should do."

"Decapitation operation... start!"