It was a moment of silence.

No thunder, no shouts, the sky and the earth were silent, and the people on the ground remained silent.

The sharp edge fell in the last moment.

When the sword light, mixed with seven elements, filled the air, the countless skeletons that once covered the sky disappeared in the next moment.

This process was not like a forest being engulfed by raging fire, there was no intense process, only a disintegration of the obstacles in front of them.

After breaking through the blockade, the dazzling light that was originally suspended in the air suddenly emitted a hint of orange light, as red as a dying sunset.

Yu remained in place, his body weakened significantly after using his finishing move, to the point where he couldn't even dodge anymore.

As the storm caused by the sword swept by, a spray of blood shot out from in front of Yu, and a gory mess flew up in front of him.

When the damage brought by the elements infiltrated his body, Yu suffered further injuries.

There was no sound nearby, only countless dust falling gently;

Among them, there was a mix of blood, making the color of the dust slightly brighter.

The bloodstain cut by the sword extended from Yu's right shoulder to his ribs, although not deep, it dealt a heavy blow to his body.

"Pah!"

Yu spat out a mouthful of blood, and in the instant his body bent down, the aura of the "Nation Slayer" weakened, rapidly dropping in levels.

From Quasi-Nation Slayer to Nation Slayer to Quasi-Nation Slayer to Army Breaker.

Falling back four levels in succession, Yu's current strength was three levels lower than when the war began, far from maintaining the strength of a Nation Slayer.

At this point, the outcome was beyond doubt.

Even if Yu sacrificed the lives of tens of thousands of soldiers and killed several corps commanders, giving himself the ability to fight Wang one-on-one, he did not realize:

Illegitimate power was ultimately ephemeral and could not distort reality!

"Damn it..."

Yu extended an arm and wiped away the prominent bloodstain from the corner of his mouth, letting out an unwilling voice from deep within his throat.

Wang had nothing to say to him, only taking a step forward, raising his right hand high as he walked, the long sword ready to be raised above his head at any moment.

Like an executioner, his cold gaze scanned indifferently, looking at the person in front of him who had bent down;

At the same time, the sword was raised seriously, the sharp edge turned and thrust forward!

Splat!

Fresh red liquid flowed on the slender surface of the new sword, the previously penetrated flesh, and accurately took the target's life...

Wang tilted his neck, his eyes narrowed into a wicked slit, and hot breath accompanied his words:

"No wonder I felt something was wrong, always sensing intermittent killing intent around me... So it's you, the one who has been trying to kill me!"

Wang's words were directed at the assassin behind him.

The unlucky fellow whose vital point was pierced didn't even have a chance to hear a word before quickly dissipating, the magic that concealed his traces fading away as well.

Yes, the person Wang had just killed was not Yu, but the black-clad assassin who had silently sneaked behind him.

If the long sword had not turned in an instant, Yu may have been pierced by the sword before Wang lost his life.

The fallen person was Yu's secret guard.

Whether during war or in peacetime, assassins would use magic similar to "invisibility" to lurk around their masters like shadows.

If necessary, the assassin will carry out some important tasks, such as gathering enemy intelligence;

Sometimes, like just now, they provide indirect support through ambushes to protect their master.

The reason the assassin was only discovered now is because Wang is not skilled in magic;

When facing enemies who can hide using magic, Wang can only rely on sensing their killing intent to deal with such troublesome opponents.

Now that the hidden risk has been resolved, the longsword can finally hold on to its sharpness that is capable of taking lives before the wielder's stamina runs out, targeting the fading strength of the opponent.

There is no time to wait, the sword strikes down immediately.

Clang!

In the split second before the sword strikes, it is knocked by the flowing "air";

The sword's edge slightly deviates, swiftly passing by the face of the opponent, and suddenly stabs into the ground.

The sudden change makes one inevitably vigilant.

In reflex, Wang retreats by drawing the sword.

In the next instant, the spot where he was standing is split open by blades that come from the left and right, and the ground is lifted high along with the shattered stones.

As the rising ground soars into the air, it obscures the sun shining above.

As if a leaf covering the eyes, the light surrounding Wang immediately dimmed, inevitably.

From the battlefield where the light became dim, a dense onslaught of blades suddenly comes;

The black-clothed assassins quickly reveal themselves, each emanating power fluctuations that reach the formidable level of "Army Breaker."

In normal times, even if the number of these people doubles, it would not hinder Wang.

But now is not normal, Wang has endured a continuous series of intense battles, his condition worsening, and his strength not even a tenth of his peak.

Perhaps it is precisely because they see the target's weak state that the assassins are popping up one after another.

The value of the assassins can only be evaluated by their master.

Originally, Yuan did not attach much importance to these guys, even if he brought the assassins to the war, it was only to send them on spying missions.

Back then, on the day when Wang entered the village and forcibly took Cai away, it was these "invisible" beings that reported military intelligence to Yuan.

On that day, Yuan did not hold much expectation for these assassins who also served as "bodyguards";

His impression changed from the moment he rescued his life.

Naturally, Yuan was pleasantly surprised!

He did not expect that these subordinates with only the strength of "Army Breaker" could play a role when facing a powerful opponent.

"Just consider it as 'making use of waste.' You, who are fighting nearby, listen carefully. I am about to give my final command!"

The black-clothed assassins are absolutely obedient to Yuan, with loyalty comparable to that of devoted samurais.

All the assassins are people who have lost everything in the war;

They have no expectations for life. Before being picked up by Yuan, they were all wandering to survive.

A long time ago, Yuan started searching for useful "pieces";

He would bring back any "promising talents" he encountered along the way, and educate them with almost brainwashing methods, personally teaching them the techniques of fighting to the death.

These people have no individual consciousness, they are like flesh and blood puppets. Even if Yuan orders them to die, not a single assassin would hesitate to obey.

This description is not an exaggeration because shortly after, the assassins' master withdrew to a safe place and then gave a stern order:

"Die for me, remember to drag someone down before you die... Archers, release!"

The local archers, waiting in the distance, finally had the chance to act in response to Yue's command.

One by one, the bowstrings were pulled to the "half moon" position. The metal arrows were set on the strings and were released with a faint sound.

On the battlefield where the rain of arrows was about to fall, the assassins had no intention of retreating.

They surrounded Wang one by one, using their lives to entangle their target in this deadly place.

So far, there were only two assassins left.

One of them, even with a sword in his body, still raised his blade and struck back towards Wang.

The fierceness of his attack brought to mind the saying "an eye for an eye".

In response, Wang quickly turned his sword sideways, blocking the incoming blade. Then he bent his body and controlled the sword to strike outward.

This spontaneous reaction was extremely clever, and the angle at which the sword blade passed was also very cunning. In the blink of an eye, he killed the assassin.

Only one assassin remained. This person risked his life, raised one foot, and kicked a large stone that had broken apart from the ground, fiercely propelling it forward.

The stone whistled through the air, aiming for the nearby head.

Wang reversed his wrist, using his sword to block the stone, and replaced punches with the blade, sending the stone flying back with force.

The stone, now on its way back, hit the assassin's chest, and Wang swung his sword, striking his shoulder.

Before his body was cut in half by the sword, the assassin did not give up on his mission, abandoning his weapons and using both hands to hold onto the sword, delaying for a few more seconds.

When the last obstacle was cleared, Wang realized that he couldn't go any further.

Under the dense rain of arrows with no blind spots, Wang tried his best to twist his body, wielding his sword continuously, but still some arrows managed to slip through.

Puh puh puh puh puh!

Five arrows struck him, creating several wounds on Wang's body.

As soon as he pulled out these arrows, more followed in quick succession.

In the face of a continuous threat of death, Wang didn't hesitate for a moment. He leaped like a cunning rabbit towards the edge of the battlefield.

Woosh woosh woosh woosh woosh woosh!

Countless arrows, almost grazing his heavily scarred body, whizzed past him.

His movements were fast, and his leap was powerful. He jumped several meters in the air and didn't stop even after landing, continuing to run forward.

When there was no more space to dodge, he kneeled down, swinging his sword alone, as if there was no end to his rapid movements.

In just five minutes, enough arrows to cover the entire battlefield had broken or missed close to one-third of their targets.

Apart from the initial five arrows, Wang didn't get hit by any more arrows, and he didn't acquire any new wounds.

But the battle should also come to an end.

Almost all the blood in his body had dried up. Even if his body made more vigorous movements, no more blood would spill on the ground.

His body, which contained terrifying power, had been pushed to its limits and beyond, but it eventually became motionless.

Unable to move at all and unable to dodge accurately, Yue felt that victory was within reach and repeated his command, waving his hand:

"Fire the arrows!"

There was no response, not even after several repetitions.

Frustrated, Yue looked towards the direction of the soldiers and quickly understood the answer: The archers had all fallen before they could release their arrows.

It is not that the subordinates disobeyed the orders, but they were unable to carry them out because:

"The arrows have run out, not a single spare arrow left!"

With courage, the leader delivered the terrible news to Yu;

Upon hearing this, Yu was initially furious, but it didn't last long.

Immediately, Yu paused, a smirk appeared on the corner of his mouth:

"No problem, the leader of the demon tribe has no power to resist anymore. Surround him with the entire army, even if it costs a thousand or ten thousand lives, he must be killed!"

After receiving the orders, a formation consisting of twelve thousand soldiers surrounded the only target for execution, layer by layer.

Watching the endless crowd, Wang felt that his efforts were in vain, perhaps it was predestined from the beginning.

Although there are individuals in the world who can end the entire war alone;

Even for such a person, they cannot, each and every time, settle everything in a solitary state.

"But it doesn't matter."

Wang had no worries, naturally raised his head and muttered to himself:

"As long as everyone is saved, everything I have done is worth it. Hawky and the foolish woman, farewell..."

Boom boom boom boom boom!

The battlefield that was supposed to enter its final moments unexpectedly roared again.

The soldiers turned back in astonishment, but due to the dense figures blocking their view, they couldn't see into the distance.

Although they couldn't see, they could hear distant shouts.

It was not something for the executioners to listen to; you could tell from the content.

The shouts that reached the person's ears were full of apologies and overflowing with a distinct personal style:

"Better late than never! Sir, I can't remember your name, but I have come. Have you been impatiently waiting?"