44: Chapter 44 Carpet Bombing

The blood-red spear, burning with the players' final madness, plunged without hesitation into the curtain of black magic composed of despair and death.

In the eyes of Fierce Shadow, the indifference stemming from a superior was finally torn to shreds, replaced by a rage born from being provoked to the extreme by ants.

He was a dignified Demon Envoy at the Foundation Establishment Mid-Stage, a Grand Protector of the Heavenly Demon Sect; when had he ever been pushed to such a state by a group of "Otherworldly Demons" who used spiritual energy so crudely?

"Overestimating your own capabilities!"

He snorted coldly, his five fingers suddenly spreading wide, and grabbed fiercely at the void.

"Demon Prison Cage!"

In an instant, under the feet of the dozen or so players from the Divine Wind Battalion charging at the front, dense demonic energy surged into the sky, transforming into pitch-black chains that instantly coiled around their bodies.

On the chains, countless twisted ghost faces flickered in and out of existence, emitting silent wails and frantically devouring their vitality.

"-800!"

"-812!"

"-795!"

A series of damage numbers, enough to instantly kill any player at the current stage, exploded above their heads.

Without screams or struggles, those dozen or so figures turned into white light dancing across the sky almost simultaneously, dissipating without a trace.

In the blink of an eye, an elite squad was wiped out.

This was the true terror of a cultivator at the Foundation Establishment Stage!

They didn't even need to make contact; they could dominate the battlefield with just magical abilities.

The tip of the blood-red spear was instantly ground flat by a section.

The pupils of Charge to the End shrank to the size of pinpoints.

He saw clearly that those few fallen brothers hadn't even managed to cast a single skill before dying.

Pure level and realm suppression made all maneuvers a joke.

"Scatter! Use your lives to trade for his demonic energy!"

Charge to the End roared in the channel with a hoarse voice.

He knew very well that their only chance of winning was to use the "lives" of players, which were the least valuable thing, to exhaust the opponent's seemingly endless "mana bar."

The remaining players of the Divine Wind Battalion felt no fear at all; instead, their most primitive ferocity was stirred up.

They roared and charged toward Fierce Shadow from all directions in a suicidal manner.

They no longer sought to attack, but instead treated themselves as human bombs, with only one goal: to force Fierce Shadow to keep casting spells and keep consuming energy.

White light, like fireflies fleeting in a midsummer night, lit up one after another within the curtain of black magic, only to be extinguished just as quickly.

On the hill.

Keyboard Warrior Governing the Nation, who was commanding the overall situation, had a face grave to the extreme, and the feather fan that never left his hand had long been crushed out of shape by him.

"It's no good... the consumption rate can't keep up with his recovery rate!"

Beside him, the female player with the ID Gossip Reporter Little Trumpet was staring intently at a magic treasure compass, upon which countless points of light were flickering rapidly and then dimming in batches.

As an intelligence analysis expert, she could roughly monitor the energy fluctuations of both sides on the battlefield through a special item.

In her eyes, the huge mass of light representing Fierce Shadow's total demonic energy, although fluctuating under the suicide attacks of the players, was far from reaching the edge of collapse in its intensity.

Meanwhile, the points of light representing the players were disappearing at a terrifying speed.

"The Divine Wind Battalion is almost wiped out! Charge to the End's health bar is also bottoming out! Brother Shan, if we don't think of a way, the vanguard battle will collapse!" Little Trumpet's voice carried a hint of trembling.

Keyboard Warrior Governing the Nation took a deep breath; he knew that conventional tactics had completely failed.

He turned abruptly and looked toward another larger crowd not far away; that was the position of the Talisman Sea Alliance.

Hundreds of players sat on the ground, and in front of them were piles of colorful talismans like small mountains.

The air was filled with the special scent of a mixture of cinnabar and beast blood.

This was the players' "artillery position."

"Talisman Sea Alliance!"

The voice of Keyboard Warrior Governing the Nation resounded throughout the hill via a battlefield amplification magic tool.

"Listen to my command!"

All the players of the Talisman Sea Alliance raised their heads in unison, their eyes shining with excitement and fanaticism.

Among them, the female player with the ID Appearance is Justice, while quickly distributing stacks of Fireball Talismans to the allies around her, screamed excitedly in the team channel: "Sisters, did you hear that! It's coming, it's coming! The most expensive fireworks show in the entire server is about to begin!"

Keyboard Warrior Governing the Nation ignored the noise of these players; his eyes were as cold as ice.

"Coordinates, straight ahead, center of the black fog!"

"All talismans, indiscriminate coverage, free attack!"

He paused, then roared word by word: "Take all the stock I've been saving at the bottom of the box, and give it to me... fire it all out!"

"Boom——!!!"

The moment the order was given, the entire hill seemed to come alive.

Hundreds of players crushed the talismans in their hands almost in the same second.

There was no uniform trajectory, no exquisite coordination.

What there was, was just the simplest, crudest, and most unreasonable... quantity!

In an instant, thousands of streams of light shot into the sky!

Red fireballs, white ice cones, cyan wind blades, golden sharp glows, and even purple "Spider Web Talismans" with slowing effects...

Countless types of low-grade talismans converged into a colorful torrent of spells, like a massive meteor shower, dragging long tail flames, emitting deafening whistles, and bombarding Fierce Shadow in the center of the black fog with a force that blotted out the sky and sun!

This was no longer a battle; this was dimensionality reduction warfare by industry against cultivation!

This was a violent aesthetic forcibly piled up by the "Liver Emperor"s with the hard work of countless days and nights!

Inside the curtain of black magic.

Fierce Shadow had just killed a Divine Wind Battalion player who tried to get close with a finger point, and was preparing to unleash a more powerful area-of-effect killing move to completely sweep away these annoying flies.

Suddenly, a warning sign arose in his heart, and he looked up abruptly.

What met his eyes was a scene he would never forget in his life.

The sky was completely lit up by colorful lights.

That was not a divine ability, not a formation, but tens of thousands of the crudest, most basic spell energies, smashing down head-on in a way that was completely disorganized yet dense enough to be suffocating!

"Crazy... they're all crazy!"

Even though Fierce Shadow had a calm disposition, he couldn't help but gasp at this moment.

He couldn't understand.

In the cultivation world, every talisman, especially spell talismans, was worth a lot.

Using them on such a large scale was simply being wasteful to the extreme!

Could it be that this group of Otherworldly Demons had a great cultivation nation supporting them behind the scenes?!

There was no time for him to think.

The torrent of spells arrived in an instant!

"Black Demon Profound Shield!"

Fierce Shadow dared not be the slightest bit negligent; the demonic energy within his body surged frantically, and a pitch-black shield, several times thicker than before and engraved with countless eerie demonic patterns, appeared out of thin air above his head, rapidly expanding to firmly protect him inside.

"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The next second, the deafening explosions merged into one.

The colorful torrent of light, like billions of violent swarms of bees, crashed against that pitch-black shield one after another.

The power of one Fireball Talisman might only stir a slight ripple on the Profound Shield.

But when hundreds or thousands of Fireball Talismans exploded at the same point, the terrifying energy impact was enough to change the color of heaven and earth!

"Crack..."

For the first time, a fine crack appeared on the indestructible Black Demon Profound Shield.

Immediately after, came the second, the third...

Countless ice cones melted, turning into water vapor across the sky, but they took away a large amount of heat from the surface of the Profound Shield;

Countless wind blades cut, and although they couldn't break the defense, they caused a slight lag in the operation of the demonic energy;

And there were those "Armor-Piercing Talismans" and "Slowing Talismans" mixed in, which were continuously weakening his defense in a way like water dripping through stone.

Fierce Shadow's complexion turned pale for the first time.

The demonic energy inside his body was being consumed at an unprecedented speed.

The attacks of this group of Otherworldly Demons were weak individually, but their terror lay in—they were endless!

The spell storm on the hill showed no signs of stopping at all; on the contrary, it became even more intense!

He felt like a small boat in a storm, at any moment about to be swallowed by this raging sea of spells.

"Lord..."

In a trance, he remembered the gaze of the Demon Lord Night Radiance before he left, hidden beneath endless Majesty, carrying a hint of fatigue and sorrow.

He could not lose!

If he were to lose, the Lord's grand plan... Lady Yueji's hope...

"Ahhhhh——!"

Fierce Shadow let out a roar that did not sound human; he bit the tip of his tongue and sprayed a mouthful of essence blood onto the Black Demon Profound Shield.

The Profound Shield shone brightly, and the cracks began to heal at a speed visible to the naked eye.

But he knew this was just quenching thirst with poison.

However, this brief respite bought by burning essence blood became the last straw that broke the camel's back.

"Now is the time!"

At the edge of the battlefield, the blood-red eyes of Charge to the End were staring intently at the center submerged by the sea of light.

Under the "fire support" that could be called luxurious from the Talisman Sea Alliance, he finally got a chance to breathe and gulped down a precious [Small Red Potion].

He saw it; at the very moment Fierce Shadow burned his essence blood and the light of the Profound Shield surged, in order to use all his power for defense, Fierce Shadow's control over the area around his body had a tiny, negligible gap.

That gap lasted less than half a breath!

To others, this might be nothing.

But to him, to the hundreds of brothers behind him who had already turned into white light, to that Great Wall built of flesh and blood...

This, was everything!

He did not give orders to anyone.

Because, out of the entire Divine Wind Battalion, he was the only one left standing.

He gripped the hilt of his broken blade tightly in his hand, and with his other hand, he pulled out a high-grade [Sharp Metal Talisman] seized from the Chen family that he had been reluctant to use, and slapped it onto the end of the hilt.

"Hum!"

At the broken edge, a golden blade glow, three feet long and composed of pure metal-attribute spiritual power, flickered in and out.

"Immovable as a Mountain... you coward..."

Charge to the End grinned and laughed silently, blood and saliva flowing down the corners of his mouth.

"I... have come to fulfill my promise!"

The muscles in his legs bulged suddenly, and the ground under his feet cracked inch by inch.

The next moment, his figure, like an arrow off the string, burning with golden flames, did not rush into the sky, but in a posture of almost gliding along the ground, along the death zone bombarded by talismans, full of gullies and scorched earth, without hesitation, rushed toward the center of the storm where light and darkness were intertwined and energy was chaotic to the extreme.

In his eyes, there was no heaven or earth, no sea of light, only that black-robed figure flickering in the endless explosions.

The ten-second promise.

The Great Wall of flesh and blood.

The final strike.