141: Chapter 141 The Big Pit

Mo Yufei smiled slightly, but deep within his eyes hid an awe-inspiring sharpness that had seeped into his very marrow.

He looked up toward the endless torrent of Spirit Beasts in the distance, which completely obscured the sky and earth.

The sky-filling, violent beast roars shook the entire Secret Realm, causing the earth to tremble continuously; the pitch-black beast tide was layered and boundless, showing no signs of receding.

"Since it's already an infinite beast tide, why not attack all at once?"

"No need to hold back, no need to hide your strength."

Mo Yufei's sharp gaze swept over all the Spirit Beasts contracted in the Secret Realm that were assembled and ready behind him.

"This is an infinite beast tide; hiding is useless, and wearing them down is useless."

"Fighting alone will only result in being worn down to death by the tide, and fighting individually will only lead to defeat one by one."

"Today, everyone goes out, all elites, press the attack with everything we have!"

A short sentence that directly determined the final battle situation.

Benboba, hovering in mid-air, suddenly had his eyes flash brightly; his feathers exploded outward, and layers of violent wind-type Supernatural Ability surged rapidly.

The wind field that had been restrained and dormant instantly expanded several times over; sharp, fierce gale winds tore through the surrounding air, setting off bursts of shrill whistling.

The long-suppressed Battle Intent was completely ignited; every inch of Benboba's battle body, every inch of muscle, instantly tightened, fully stepping into a Peak combat state.

"Got it, Boss!"

Benboba flapped his wings and let out a long cry, his voice shaking the sky; the massive wind wings on his back stretched out fiercely and flapped with great force.

A sudden, violent wind swept across the four directions; the battlefield airflow, originally stagnant, oppressive, and filled with the stench of blood, was instantly stirred into a complete frenzy.

The next second, Mo Yufei stepped forward through the air, his entire body's omni-elemental power running completely wild.

His gaze was as sharp as a blade; facing the endless, fearless ocean of Spirit Beasts, he shouted in a deep voice: "All combat forces, launch a full-scale attack!"

Mo Yufei shifted his thoughts, quietly activating the long-sealed System Secret Realm function.

A light blue floating System interface immediately unfolded before his eyes; densely packed options for Secret Realm permissions, spatial coordinates, and dimensional channels were clearly listed one by one.

With a light tap of his fingertip, he bypassed all conventional battlefield auxiliary functions and precisely locked onto the Space Channel module at the very depths of the interface.

In the center of the hazy Chaos space rift, a vast star map filled with tiny starlight and flowing with thousands of time-space patterns slowly emerged; it was the Time-Space Star Map that controlled the heavens and dimensions.

Mo Yufei precisely locked onto that familiar, glaring, and bone-deep hateful exclusive coordinate: the world where Commander Shi Haidong was located.

The System instantly completed the coordinate matching, and a cold, mechanical prompt sounded clearly in his mind.

[Target coordinate locked: World No. Z01]

[Space Channel under construction...]

[Channel stability 100%, instantaneous cross-world teleportation possible]

Hum— A deep, thick spatial tremor resounded throughout the heaven and earth.

The Void Realm in front of Mo Yufei suddenly tore open, and a pitch-black, giant channel spanning a hundred meters slowly took shape; inside the depths of the channel, light flowed in reverse, and violent time-space storms surged slowly; a dimensional passage connecting the two worlds was completely stabilized.

The endless Spirit Beasts covering the mountains and plains all looked up, their scarlet eyes instantly lighting up with a unified, bloodthirsty, ferocious gleam.

The boundless beast herd advanced layer by layer, densely filling the entire battlefield; hundreds of thousands of fierce creatures lay dormant, waiting only for their master's command to immediately cross the boundary and set out.

Mo Yufei stood at the entrance of the channel, his clothes flapping in the wind; the sharpness in his eyes was biting and bone-deep, his chill piercing to the marrow.

Now holding an infinite, regenerative, and endless monstrous beast tide, he no longer needed to defend passively or be exhausted by coping measures.

"Heh, I can finally be willful for once!"

Commander Shi Haidong is vicious, secretly detonating an annihilation weapon—damn it! He is a dog!

This hatred cannot coexist under the same sky.

"No need to leave guards, no need to split the troops."

Mo Yufei turned sideways and raised his hand, his command resounding through heaven and earth, shaking both worlds.

"Set out!"

The moment the words fell, the first batch of high-level Spirit Beasts took to the air first, roaring and charging into the deep Space Channel, marching majestically toward the enemy world.

The endless beast tide following closely behind was like a black torrent overturning the heavens, pouring continuously into the dimensional channel with monstrous momentum and overwhelming pressure, carrying an invincible force capable of crushing everything, heading straight for Commander Shi Haidong's lair.

Benboba's wings exploded outward with a roar, the wind whistling as he followed closely by Mo Yufei's side, his Battle Intent soaring: "Let's go, Boss! Let's steamroll them directly!"

Mo Yufei stepped into the time-Space Channel, the beast tide following behind him in a stampede, with unparalleled momentum.

...

The moment he stepped out of the dimensional channel, a biting, cold autumn wind filled with loess blew into his face.

Beneath his feet was no longer a Secret Realm rich in Spiritual Qi, but the desolate loess wilderness of Xinkou, Shanxi, in the late autumn of 1937 in a parallel world, ravaged by the fires of war.

Directly in the center of his vision lay a round lake with a radius of fifteen kilometers.

The lake water was murky and yellowish, completely filling a giant circular crater that was eerily regular.

With just one glance, Mo Yufei's heart trembled violently, his heart tightened, and the remaining Soul imprints sent forth a piercing, bone-deep pain.

He confirmed with absolute clarity that this was the dead zone where he had been completely annihilated.

It was this very piece of land.

Back then, Commander Shi Haidong, relying on an ultimate annihilation weapon beyond the era, had launched a vicious sneak attack without any warning, forcibly blowing his Physical Body, along with everything on this land, into ashes.

With himself as the center, the space within a radius of fifteen kilometers had collapsed and shattered; he didn't know how much time had passed, or if the time in this world matched the time in the Secret Realm, but this great crater was already filled with water.

Memories crashed down like a tide, surging and sweeping through Mo Yufei's mind.

At that moment, it wasn't just him who was on the verge of Soul Flying Away and Spirit Scattering.

In this explosion that annihilated everything, there were also countless loyal and hot-blooded Chinese soldiers who were buried here with him.

Mo Yufei closed his eyes, his heart feeling stuffy, as bitterness and monstrous hatred intertwined and surged.

He still remembered that steady, resolute regimental commander who defended the land with his own body.

Amidst the flying flames of war, he was always charging at the front, calm in the face of danger, defending the position to the death; his words, "As long as I am alive, the position remains," shook the mountains and rivers, yet in the end, not even his remains were left behind.

He still remembered that group of young soldiers who were still childish but resolutely shouldered their guns to face death.

During their spare time, they would surround him, chattering and asking questions, curious about the world beyond, curious about extraordinary powers, their eyes filled with longing for the future and the peace of their home and country.

They longed to live, longed to return home for a reunion after winning the battle, and longed for the mountains and rivers to be safe and the people to live in peace.

But they died.

Completely and utterly, never to be resurrected.

He could undergo Rebirth, and the Chief of Staff's mechanical body could be repaired.

But these ordinary soldiers who defended their country, these vivid and sincere ordinary people...

Dead is dead.

The smoke of war dissipated, leaving no remains, their bones buried in the yellow earth, with no one returning home.

They had never done anything wrong; they were just born in troubled times and had merely sworn to protect this land with their lives.

Yet because of Commander Shi Haidong's selfish desires and vicious schemes, they had all lost their lives in vain.

Monstrous anger, biting remorse, and bone-deep sorrow instantly overwhelmed all reason.

Mo Yufei's chest heaved violently, the chill in his eyes turning scarlet, and the anger suppressed in his heart completely exploded.

He gritted his teeth, his voice hoarse, filled with rage suppressed to the extreme, and roared in a low voice: "Commander Shi Haidong, I * you *!"

Four simple words, carrying a blood feud, thousands of wronged Souls, and the blood and tears of the mountains and rivers.

In this lifetime, he would settle all debts, with interest, one by one.

"Boss, is this big water pit the result of the big explosion that killed you? It directly blew the ground into a big crater, and now it has accumulated into a big water pit?"

Benboba folded his wind wings and landed by Mo Yufei's side, looking at the deathly silent lake before him, feeling the lingering aura of destruction in the air, lowering his voice, filled with indignation and heaviness.

Mo Yufei slowly opened his eyes, the killing intent in his scarlet eyes awe-inspiring.

He looked up and gazed into the distance at the rolling hills and trenches.

According to the time calculation of his original world, it was now mid-October 1937, the most tragic moment of the fierce battle of the Xinkou Campaign.

Itagaki Seishiro led fifty thousand Japanese Army elites in a crazy, fierce attack on the gateway to Taiyuan, the fires of war spreading across the plains, the sounds of killing shaking the heavens.

Two hundred thousand soldiers shared a common hatred for the enemy, defending to the death, bathed in blood; the positions were seesawed day and night, with every inch of land contested, blood shed daily, and every inch of yellow earth soaked with the blood of martyrs.

When he had originally traveled across time and space, his original intention was to stop here and use his extraordinary power to assist the frontline soldiers, sweep away the Japanese Invaders, and protect the mountains and rivers.

But he never expected that Commander Shi Haidong, hiding in the cracks of the battlefield, had such wolf-like ambition and was truly not acting like a human.