In this aspect alone, the Snow Rabbit Legion was far more refined than the Wolf Cavalry. The werewolves relied purely on brute strength, reaction speed, and physical prowess in battle. Their saber technique was called the Gale Saber Technique, a battlefield style emphasizing lightning speed—each strike faster than the last. On the battlefield, while technique matters, it is often the most direct method of slaughter that delivers results.
The Gale Saber Technique was clearly a competent battle technique, especially suited for the werewolves. When they slashed, their blades flashed with blinding light, and the air reverberated with violent tearing sounds.
However, the saber technique practiced by the Snow Rabbit Legion was no less formidable. Known as the Cold Moon Demon Blade, it was a true killing technique that pushed this exotic weapon to its limit. A forward slash could be as fast as lightning, while a reverse sweep was like a sickle reaping lives. With unique maneuvers, the full potential of the Cold Moon Demon Blade was unleashed.
Once they clashed in close combat, there was no room left for luck.
At times, a Sky Wolf Saber from the werewolves struck a Snow Rabbit soldier directly, yet the soldier's Snow Rabbit Battle Armor would emit a snowy white divine light—this was the built-in defensive spell, the Frost Shield. Powered by true essence and magic, it could activate continuously. Ordinary strikes could not break through this barrier, and even if breached, most of the power would be neutralized before reaching the armor beneath.
This armor was full-body, with virtually no weak points. Even their faces were masked, revealing only their eyes—cold and steely, exuding an aura of blood and iron.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
Weapons clashed in a frenzied flurry.
A werewolf was locked in deadly combat with a Snow Rabbit soldier. In a sudden twist, the Cold Moon Demon Blade in the soldier's hand bizarrely flew loose, spinning like a crescent light wheel and appearing in front of the werewolf's neck—slicing across like a reaper's scythe.
Crack!!
The werewolves, unlike the Great Yi soldiers, wore no full-body armor. Their necks were one of their weakest, most vital points. The Cold Moon Demon Blade, incredibly sharp, cut cleanly through—sending a large head flying into the air.
No one expected the blade to fly out of the soldier's hand. Caught off guard, many werewolves were decapitated in the same fashion. Most eerie of all, the wounds did not spurt blood—the moment the necks were severed, the freezing aura within the blade had already frozen the blood solid. The blades were forged from Profound Ice Iron, a rare material obtained through trade with the aquatic and dragon clans of the sea.
Thanks to the dwarves' exquisite craftsmanship, the blades became ice-edged weapons, embedded with runes and enhanced with forbidden rune formations, exuding biting cold. Upon contact, the chill would invade the body, freeze the blood, and lock the meridians—a merciless weapon.
After the kill, the flying blade would trace a mystical arc and return to its wielder's hand.
The werewolf cavalry wasn't weak. The Sky Wolf Saber, capable of slicing through the Frost Shield, could still land on the armor underneath. Its razor edge could even tear visible cracks in the battle armor. If not for the shield and armor buffering the blow, the slash could easily bisect a person.
The Sky Wolf Saber had innate armor-piercing and barrier-breaking properties. Such strikes left deep wounds. Blood seeped through the gaps in the armor. For ordinary people, these injuries would be fatal—but not for the soldiers of Great Yi, trained in the Heavenly Soldier Combat Canon, a body-tempering technique. They could endure these wounds as mere heavy injuries.
Still, the werewolves were often slain by a single counterattack from a Great Yi soldier.
Such was the gap brought by true heritage and strength.
"Hunt!!"
A furious roar erupted from the Wolf Cavalry.
Evidently, the heavy losses incurred after contact had enraged them. They reacted quickly.
Swish! Swish! Swish!
At the shout, the werewolves flung out blood-colored hunting nets, shimmering between illusion and reality. They resembled fisherman's nets or hunter's traps—able to shift shape and ensnare targets at will. This was one of the most basic yet deadly techniques of the Wolf Cavalry, awakened at the Life Aperture Realm, and a core ability at the Life Map Realm.
Once deployed, the Blood Hunt Nets fell and covered numerous Snow Rabbit soldiers. As they trapped the targets, they glowed with radiant blood light, suppressing and sealing away their enemies' true essence and magic. Even with battle armor defenses, many were ensnared and left helpless—pierced through mercilessly by the Sky Wolf Sabers.
The battlefield was ablaze with intensity.
The moment they clashed, it had already escalated into a fever-pitch melee.
But it was clear—the Wolf Cavalry were at a disadvantage, even falling behind. The Snow Rabbit Legion were all elite veterans. Each soldier had a high cultivation base—Life Aperture Realm at minimum, with many already reaching the Life Map Realm, allowing them to unleash terrifying power.
Even when caught in the Blood Hunt Nets, some powerful warriors could forcibly tear them apart and counterattack, killing the wolf riders in retaliation.
As for casualty ratios, it reached an astonishing one-to-ten. For every Snow Rabbit soldier who fell, ten werewolves perished. A terrifying exchange rate.
"So strong. The Great Yi's troops are unbelievably powerful. A ten-to-one casualty ratio—this is what it means to fight one against ten. And they're up against the famed Wolf Cavalry. How is this gap even possible?"
Wang Chen gasped at the sight, overwhelmed by disbelief. The might of the Wolf Cavalry was well-known. No one imagined Great Yi's troops to be this overwhelming.
"No wonder. No wonder the Great Yi Dynasty can pressure all the alien races into forming alliances. Just looking at the Snow Rabbit Legion, it becomes clear."
An Lushan murmured, eyes flashing. In comparison, the Rattan Armor Troops he had trained seemed utterly useless—no matter who they faced, they'd be crushed. This realization filled him with bitterness.
"During the Cataclysms, we of Great Yi never slacked off. Countless pills supplied nonstop. Eternal Coins for cultivation. Fortune and destiny gathered and bestowed. Even pigs would evolve in such conditions—let alone soldiers. We have the best resources, environments, techniques, and combat manuals. When it comes to war, our Human Race has never feared any other race."
Qi Jiguang declared proudly.
Human history was built on war.
Their civilization had grown through continuous conflict. At equal strength, humans feared no one. When their power surpassed others, the army would teach them what true war meant.
War meant slaughter, slaughter, and more slaughter!
A one-to-ten casualty ratio wasn't even surprising in the great hall anymore.
In such a war, expecting zero casualties was a fantasy. Achieving this ratio was already a miracle.
And now, the tide of battle was clear—without intervention, the Wolf Cavalry would be defeated—a matter of when, not if.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Suddenly, sharp howls tore through the sky. War arrows screamed across the heavens, descending at terrifying speeds toward the battlefield—targeting the Snow Rabbit Legion.
The ambush was swift, giving no time to react.
Yet the battle-hardened Snow Rabbit soldiers instinctively activated their Frost Shields and Body-Protecting True Qi.
Ding ding ding!
The rain of arrows struck the barriers. Though most were blocked, the shields dimmed and cracked. Some arrows broke through, landing hits—causing minor casualties.
Looking up, a new enemy had appeared in the sky.
"Winged Ones—the Winged Race has entered the fray! They've truly united to take us down!"
"Damn them! The Winged Race is openly declaring war. After this battle, we must annihilate their entire tribe. There's no room for mercy now!"
The generals in the great hall glowered coldly at the sight.
The sky was now blackened by a vast army of Winged Ones, each flapping their wings and wielding bows, raining arrows from above—holding the ultimate aerial advantage.
"Your Majesty! I request permission to lead the army and annihilate the Winged Ones!"
Mu Guiying stepped forth, eyes blazing. She had waited far too long for this moment.
"Granted. Take the command token. Deploy the Divine Crow Legion. I want the entire Winged army destroyed!"
Yi Tianxing nodded.
As he spoke, a military token appeared before him.
Mu Guiying accepted it with a solemn vow:
"We will not return until the Winged Ones are broken!"
She bowed and strode out of the great hall—into the Army Soul Battle Realm.
"Divine Crow Legion, form up! March!!"
Her shout rang out.
Caw! Caw! Caw!
A sharp, ear-piercing chorus of crow cries filled the air.
A massive force of Divine Crow soldiers took flight on flaming crows. Led by Mu Guiying, they ascended swiftly to the Rainbow Bridge.
Shing!
A dazzling seven-colored beam slashed through the sky.
In a flash, it pierced the void and delivered them outside Xiaoyao City.