"Senior, how can you say my troops are playing dirty?" Lin Qian retorted in frustration upon hearing Yuan Xiang's evaluation.
Yuan Xiang shook his head gently, marveling at Lin Qian's troops. "Your soldiers' special soul techniques are almost impossible to counter. As long as certain conditions are met, they can use them directly. Unless someone has the same special techniques and can match you move for move, they'll be forced to confront you head-on."
Lin Qian shrugged and turned his gaze toward Bai Ximing and Wu Zhan Shuang, his eyes narrowing slightly.
These two alien leaders were indeed as formidable as they seemed.
Bai Ximing moved like a gust of wind, his speed unmatched. The Yóu Qiāng soldiers couldn't keep up with his swift movements, and their bodies quickly accumulated wounds, blood flowing freely before they disintegrated into ashes as they fell.
At the same time, Wu Zhan Shuang's dual daggers danced in the air, slashing across the bodies of the Lì Jǐ soldiers. The heavily armored warriors were left covered in wounds, and with a powerful kick, Wu Zhan Shuang sent them flying, their bodies disintegrating into ashes midair.
Yuan Xiang, observing the strange transformation that occurred when the soldiers died, couldn't understand it.
When Yuan Xiang inquired about this phenomenon, Lin Qian simply shook his head and offered no explanation. Instead, he raised his hand sharply and commanded, "Sword and blade, unite!"
"Kill! Kill! Kill!"
With Lin Qian's order, the sword-wielding and blade-wielding soldiers surged forward, charging into the now chaotic ranks of the Xun Yin Clan and the Wu Xing Clan.
Particularly noticeable were the heavy-armored warriors dragging massive battle blades behind them. They roared in fury as they swung their gigantic weapons wildly, tearing through the enemy ranks with reckless abandon.
The Xun Yin Clan and Wu Xing Clan members were terrified by these sudden madmen. While other soldiers displayed some discipline, these warriors fought like lunatics!
Bai Ximing felt this firsthand. Despite having stabbed his sharp dagger directly into one of these madmen's hearts, the warrior's seven orifices suddenly erupted with red light, and he continued to roar in rage, swinging his massive blade at Bai Ximing's face.
Bai Ximing was blasted backward by the sheer force of the blow, his face contorting under the pressure. Even though the madman should have been dead, he continued to fight on, his severed arm regenerating like a burning cinder.
The crazed warrior finally disintegrated into ashes after ten seconds of relentless combat, but not before his strength had tripled in that short time.
"What the hell is this?" Yuan Xiang, from his vantage point on the city wall, was utterly dumbfounded.
"These are the Nu Zhan soldiers," Lin Qian explained, clearly amused by Yuan Xiang's shock. "Their special soul skill delays their death for ten seconds, during which they become immune to death and their strength triples. They're also known as 'Furious Three Blades,' a nod to a legendary figure who could fell enemies with just three strikes."
While Yuan Xiang understood the first part of Lin Qian's explanation, the references to "Furious Three Blades" and "legendary figures" left him scratching his head. "What are you talking about? Designers? Who's this Furious Three Blades guy?"
"Senior, you wouldn't understand," Lin Qian replied with a wistful sigh. "It's a secret of mine—one that no one in this world could ever share. It's something no one else could ever truly comprehend."
Yuan Xiang glanced at Lin Qian and noticed a fleeting sense of loneliness emanating from him, as if he were out of place in this world.
But the feeling vanished in an instant as Lin Qian straightened up, his eyes turning a solid golden hue as he focused on the battlefield.
Emperor's Gaze—activated!
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
With the Nu Zhan soldiers leading the charge, their fearless, aggressive fighting style left the Xun Yin Clan and Wu Xing Clan scrambling to adapt. Faced with these berserk warriors who seemed eager to die alongside them, the aliens were left in utter despair.
Nu Zhan soldiers thrived on death, reaching their peak strength in the face of it.
In the game from Lin Qian's previous life, Nu Zhan soldiers were notorious for being the masters of self-sacrifice. Along with their equally reckless counterparts from another faction, they were considered the champions of death-defying tactics.
Meanwhile, the Xue Zhan soldiers, growing stronger with every kill, fought alongside the Nu Zhan soldiers. As their swords became drenched in blood, their power only increased. Despite the fierce resistance from the Xun Yin Clan and Wu Xing Clan, the alien forces began to falter.
Amid the chaos, another group of warriors wielding massive swords entered the fray. Their heavy strikes sent shockwaves through the enemy's soul power, bypassing defenses and wreaking havoc on their internal organs.
At the same time, the bloodthirsty Xue Zhan soldiers slashed at their enemies with deadly precision.
Enemies who fought the Nu Zhan soldiers also noticed the presence of swordsmen who seemed to effortlessly deflect their attacks, leaving them exposed to the Nu Zhan's lethal blades.
Meanwhile, the swift-moving Ji Feng soldiers weaved through the battlefield, ensuring that no enemy left wounded was spared, looting them of any valuable items.
Facing the organized and relentless onslaught of the Huaxia Empire's soldiers and war beasts, the Xun Yin and Wu Xing Clans, despite their overwhelming numbers of six million, were rapidly falling apart.
In contrast, Lin Qian's forces moved with impeccable coordination, suffering some casualties but inflicting far greater losses on their enemies.
Bai Ximing and Wu Zhan Shuang realized that their forces were losing.
The enemy's coordination, equipment, and sheer strength far surpassed their own.
Now, only the two of them and a handful of their strongest fighters remained standing.
The outcome of the battle had become clear.