152: Chapter 152 The system's limits are exceeded!

Yet, the other party watched coldly from the sidelines, allowing the beast tide to be completely wiped out by artillery fire.

This calmness, far beyond that of an ordinary person, this indifference as if Mount Tai were collapsing before him without a change in expression, was far too eerie.

The calmer he remained, the more it indicated he possessed absolute confidence.

At this thought, a chill inexplicably crept up Commander Shi Haidong's back, and his fingertips tightened slightly.

His once rock-solid composure was completely shattered; the calmness on his face vanished, leaving only gravity and dread.

He stared fixedly at that solitary, aloof figure on the screen, his heart a turmoil of mixed emotions—fear and shock intertwined.

In the streets and alleys, the few remaining exotic beasts were still charging frantically.

Yet, Commander Shi Haidong, inside the command hall, no longer felt even a shred of the ease that comes with victory.

The metal barrage from the twelve defense towers repeatedly plowed through the streets.

One after another, the fierce exotic beasts crashed to the ground, their flesh and blood bursting apart as they succumbed entirely to the steel firepower.

To outsiders, this was a one-sided purge, a foregone conclusion of a great victory for the defensive line.

In the final moment before the consciousness of the slain exotic beasts dissipated, nothing remained but painful roars and a monstrous hatred for this crushing artillery fire.

Their massive bodies lay limp in pools of blood, completely motionless.

But no one knew.

At the very instant their bodies perished, the Origin beast souls of all the exotic beasts were stripped from their Physical Body.

Following invisible Space Channels, they silently fled into the Taoyuan Secret Realm, which was isolated from the present world.

The beast souls, upon first returning to the Secret Realm, were confused and weak.

They carried the traumatic memories of their deaths, the lingering, excruciating pain of being torn apart by artillery fire, their consciousness muddled and filled with resentment and grievance.

They remembered the slaughter in the present world, the pain of their Physical Body exploding, and those weapons they had never seen before.

The heaven and earth energy of the Secret Realm began to circulate spontaneously, actively gathering toward the corresponding soul bodies.

Limbs reconstructed out of thin air, skin and flesh regenerated layer by layer, and exhausted power slowly flooded back into their limbs and bones.

As their Physical Body solidified and became whole bit by bit, their Chaos consciousness also gradually awakened.

The first thing to reawaken was the ferocity buried deep within their Bloodline.

Immediately following that, the humiliation of their defeat, the anger of being crushed, and the unwillingness of their failure all surged upward.

From their initial confusion and helplessness after death, they shifted into the cold, dormant state of their Rebirth.

Then, once their Physical Body had fully recovered and their combat power had returned to its Peak, this transformed into bone-chilling violence and bloodthirsty madness.

One by one, the exotic beasts slowly stood up.

Their scarlet beast eyes no longer held the restless fanaticism of their charge; instead, they were filled with a cold killing intent, tempered by the taste of death.

They crouched low, suppressed growls rolling deep within their throats.

Their hearts were filled with a singular obsession for revenge: to return to the present world, tear their enemies to pieces, and wash away the stain of their defeat.

All the resurrected exotic beasts stood silently upon the land of the Secret Realm, biding their time, their killing intent monstrous.

Deep within the Secret Realm, the dormant reserve teams of various races were also waiting quietly.

The moment the last slain exotic beast had been fully reshaped and their killing intent had solidified—

The sky across the entire Secret Realm suddenly changed color.

Ink-black clouds pressed down over thousands of miles of territory, while purple-gold lightning crisscrossed the sky, booming with earth-shaking roars.

A massive, swirling vortex of lightning hung in the center of the firmament.

The order to assemble spread silently across every inch of the Secret Realm.

Countless exotic beasts in the reserve teams rose up with a roar, gathering and lining up to blot out the sky and earth.

The boundless beast tide stood ready for battle, waiting only to cross the border and launch their expedition.

All of this—the secret Rebirth, the transformation of the exotic beasts' emotions, and the assembly of the army—was entirely isolated from time and space.

No one in the present world could spy on it, and no one noticed it; only Mo Yufei, who bridged the two worlds, saw it all clearly.

Standing atop a high building, he gazed coldly down at the cleared battlefield below and calmly said:

"Round 2 begins!"

Meanwhile, in the command hall of the present world.

Commander Shi Haidong stared fixedly at the screen filled with the carcasses of exotic beasts, his nerves, which had been taut for the entire night, finally relaxing completely.

The cold sweat on his back gradually dried, and his brow was filled with pride and certainty.

They had won.

Exhausting all his strength, he had ultimately defended the Private Palace defensive line.

The incredibly fierce beast tide had ultimately fallen beneath the firepower of the defense towers he had meticulously built.

He even felt a trace of disdain in his heart.

The so-called terrifying beast tide was nothing more than this.

He raised his hand to loosen his collar, the heavy burden in his heart finally lifted, and he was just about to issue orders for rest and reinforcement.

But in that very instant.

High above the battlefield, centered on the distant Mo Yufei,

layers of transparent ripples suddenly spread through the Void Realm.

The air twisted and bent as space emitted subtle, tearing tremors.

A spatial rift suddenly tore open without warning.

On the other side of the rift, there were no clear skies or white clouds.

Instead, there were the rolling thunderclouds of the Secret Realm and the dense, endless shadows of the beast tide.

The first to step out of the rift were the exotic beasts that had been blasted apart by artillery fire just moments ago.

Their bodies were completely intact, their fur bright and glossy, and their auras violent and surging.

In those scarlet eyes, there was not a trace of the weakness that comes with resurrection; there was only a cold, bloodthirsty intensity tempered by the hatred of death.

Immediately following them, countless reserve teams from the Secret Realm poured out like a world-ending flood.

In an instant, the outskirts of the battlefield, which had just been cleared, were completely swamped by a beast tide a hundred, even a thousand times larger.

The dark, menacing shadows obscured everything, and a stifling wind of malevolence swept across the entire Private Palace battlefield.

Inside the command hall, every live broadcast screen simultaneously froze on this scene.

Commander Shi Haidong, who had been high-spirited and beaming with the look of victory just a second ago,

felt the smile on his face instantly stiffen, shatter, and vanish completely.

In an instant, all the color drained from his face, leaving it as pale as paper, utterly devoid of life.

His once-relaxed body suddenly stiffened, his pupils contracted violently, and he remained motionless, his eyes nailed to the screen.

His mind went blank, and all his strategic planning and joy of victory were instantly crushed to pieces.

He was dumbfounded.

Completely dumbfounded.

On the combat System's screen, a vast number of exotic beast signatures appeared—the very ones that had already been locked onto and killed.

He watched with his own eyes as those exotic beasts—the ones that had been killed, blown to pieces, and left completely lifeless—reappeared, completely unscathed.

They hadn't just been resurrected; they had brought back an endless, terrifying army several times larger than before.

He finally realized.

The total annihilation, the great victory, the stability from moments ago—it had never been a victory.

It was the other party deliberately letting him win, just for a hollow moment of joy!

Following the extreme shock came an overwhelming panic that instantly devoured his very soul.

A bone-chilling cold surged from the soles of his feet to the top of his head, leaving his entire body cold and numb.

The more certain he had been of victory before, the more desperate and broken he felt now.

His proud steel defensive line, the defensive firepower he had regarded as his trump card, was nothing but a complete joke in the face of this endless, unkillable beast tide.

The staff officers around him were trembling, and the hall was plunged into a dead silence so profound that one could hear a pin drop.

Commander Shi Haidong's teeth began to chatter uncontrollably, his hands clenched so tightly his knuckles turned white, and his entire body shook violently.

Fear had completely crushed all his pride, composure, and resolve.

All that talk of holding the Private Palace, of fighting to the death to resist the enemy—

it was all in vain before this undying, endless, world-ending beast tide!

He didn't dare stay for even another second.

Survival became his only obsession.

He could no longer care about his dignity as a commander, the tens of thousands of garrison troops under his command, or tomorrow's enthronement ceremony.

Nothing remained in Commander Shi Haidong's eyes but extreme terror and panic.

"Fuck this! Why is it like this? I'm supposed to be the protagonist!"

"System, come out and explain yourself!"

Commander Shi Haidong let out a fierce roar, unable to maintain his composure for even a second longer. He turned around in a panic, stumbling and scrambling, and fled madly toward the escape channel.