"For him!"

You erupted in anger, his hysterical roar cutting through the air and producing a harmful piercing sound.

Having already dealt enough damage to the "stranger" before, Cai had managed to hurt him with the sudden attack. But it was clear that it was impossible for Yu to be killed with just one weak sword strike.

Yu was still alive, enveloping his left hand with necromancy magic, strengthening it, and tightening his fingers around the hilt of the cross-shaped sword.

The deeply embedded blade swiftly retracted under the force of Yu's push, and the tip of the cross-shaped sword was once again exposed to the air.

Before the blade, there was a bloody hole.

Yu was in such a state that there was no way he would show mercy to Cai.

In the depths of this paranoid person's heart, only one logic emerged:

If she were truly his sister, she would never treat him this way, so the girl in front of him must be a fake.

Since she was a fake sister, there was only one appropriate outcome for her:

"Go die!"

The weapon was viciously swung by Yu towards Cai's vital point.

Even though Cai gripped the hilt with both hands and took a defensive posture, she was still mercilessly knocked back in a collision.

Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud!

After falling to the ground, Cai's body slid more than half a meter.

The cross-shaped sword supported its master's body, helping her struggle to stand again.

At this moment, a light cough sounded, and blood mixed with sweetness was spat out from Cai's mouth, appearing sticky and red.

The so-called hatred doesn't care about "how much" it is.

Since Cai had stabbed Yu with a sword, he couldn't show his gentlemanly side and simply retaliate with one swing of the sword.

Didn't Yu just say it very clearly?

He genuinely wanted the other person dead!

Intense hatred drove the rampaging man, causing him to forget his inherent rationality.

If we interpret it as:

Before being stabbed, Yu was just a guard who was slightly separated from his surroundings;

Then now, without a doubt, he was moving further away from safe ground with every step he took...

The weapon was viciously raised, slashing towards its target with ferocity!

At this moment, Cai had not yet recovered from her previous injuries and was suddenly facing another life-threatening attack.

Now she couldn't hide or resist.

Fortunately, the current situation was that she didn't have to hide or dodge.

A few seconds ago, Wang gathered the last trace of power within his body, leaping forward and crossing a distance of several steps.

There were also soldiers along the way who tried to stop him.

But they were all swiftly destroyed by the incisive sword strikes, creating a path for Wang to pass through.

Just as Yu's blade was about to strike, Wang had already arrived, swiftly positioning himself in front of Cai and embracing her in a face-to-face manner.

Wang exposed his back to the range of the blade, not intending to let the opponent strike down the blade uncontested.

At the critical moment, Wang skillfully wielded his long sword, twisting his right hand to his back, guiding the sword in a circle through the empty space behind him.

Wang didn't need to rely on his eyes to see; merely relying on his fighting intuition, he accurately deduced where the blade would fall and preemptively blocked it before the blade descended.

Clang!

The two weapons clashed, with the sword above and the blade below.

To others, this seemed like an ordinary clash, but it immediately revealed a fatal flaw.

At this moment, Wang maintained his protective stance towards Cai, while his right hand, extended behind his back, aimed to bring an end to the prolonged battle.

From Yu's perspective, the longsword danced and intertwined with sharp blades at the opponent's fingertips.

The hilt of the sword rotated forward, aiming directly at Yu's wrist.

With a "thud," due to the pain, Yu instinctively threw his wrist up, causing the knife to pass over his head.

Cunning schemes were Yu's strength, while using the sword to end the battle was Wang's advantage.

In the moment when Yu, influenced by anger, forgot to use tricks and exposed himself to his opponent's advantage, his fate was sealed...

The sword's edge followed the upward movement of Wang's arm and made a downward slash.

The sword didn't touch his body, only cutting through the air between them.

Clang!

The sword fell and the knife rang out, leaving a shallow, faint scar on Yu's forehead.

Blood spread from each end of the scar, changing the color but not deepening it.

Crack!

The sword fell and the knife shattered.

At the same time, the scar turned into a stream of blood, spreading throughout Yu's body, cutting off his vitality from within.

There was no sound afterwards, only a body falling backward from front to back onto the ground.

Perhaps there was dust kicked up along the way, but until the body returned to the earth, there was no sound that caused a ripple.

At the final moment, Wang didn't intend to look back.

He didn't want to look at his dead opponent or say anything to him.

A crooked smile appeared on Wang's mouth, his eyebrows wrinkled, and then he smiled again, showing his teeth in a fierce and proud manner.

He simply raised the sword, locked in one direction with absolute sharpness, causing the battlefield to tremble.

"Whoever wants to be the next one to rest forever, step forward!"

The shock of the commander's death was far greater than the casualty numbers of the lower-level soldiers.

Originally, more than half of the soldiers were frightened at the scene of Yu being killed unexpectedly.

But when the roar echoed, a strong will to survive took hold of the thousands of ordinary people present.

To step forward or challenge the sword-wielding monster meant certain death.

Many soldiers, even the generals, lacked the self-discipline to faithfully carry out their orders.

They had followed Yu because of his status, compelled to obey his commands as they belonged to the army.

Now that the person giving the orders was dead, what role could they play by staying here?

The possibility of killing the leader of the demonic race no longer existed.

If the soldiers and generals bravely charged forward, the best they could hope for was to be posthumously honored as heroes.

In the end, it was just a title they would receive, and their families left behind in this world wouldn't receive a single penny of compensation.

No one, from the higher-ups to the lower ranks, was willing to accept this outcome of going to the battlefield and returning with the intention of going home.

The entire army saw it as an act of kindness from the leader of the demonic race, giving them a chance to leave alive.

How could they refuse such enthusiastic goodwill?

In unison, this demoralized army turned their backs amidst mocking laughter.

Those who had horses were lucky as they used their reins to swiftly escape.

Those without horses had to exert the effectiveness of four legs using only their two tired legs.

In the vast battlefield, within a short time, only two figures remained running.

The two figures representing two individuals leaned against each other. As the slightly taller person confirmed that the scene had become safe, the last bit of strength in his body also dissipated.

"It's time to end this..."

The person who had been protecting Cai relaxed, tilting his forehead onto her soft shoulder, preparing to do something.

As if responding to his expectations, a dense brilliance suddenly enveloped the area, carrying the voice of a young girl:

"Do you need me?"

Listening to this unfamiliar cry, the person involved touched his dizzy head and struggled to contemplate his unshakeable wish.

Before expressing his final need, he needed a little more time.

During this period, he could turn his attention back to the fleeing army...

The soldiers, accustomed to being in the military for a long time, even though they collectively became deserters, none of them strayed from their formation.

They might have thought:

Even in the midst of desperate escape, they still needed to stay orderly with their comrades in the army.

Not dispersing in their escape had obvious benefits.

Once encountering bandits or any self-employed professionals, the soldiers could at least resist as a team.

The disadvantages of forming a formation were equally clear.

Whenever they encountered great danger, all the soldiers in the army would be buried in a foreign land.

Unfortunately, waiting for them ahead of the ten thousand soldiers was an unprecedented catastrophe.

"Roll boulders, throw them without hesitation!"

As this army entered the valley area, before they truly returned to a safe place, death descended upon them.

Hidden soldiers who had been waiting on the only route appeared one after another from behind the cliffs.

These powerful soldiers formed groups of ten or so, pushing away boulders heavy enough to crush an adult with ease.

The rolling boulders traveled just a slight distance before leaving the ground, unsupported, and rolled rapidly towards the valley.

With the momentum of their descent, the rolling boulders produced a thunderous sound. When they fiercely smashed into the ground below, each impact was like thunder!

Boom, boom, boom, boom.

At the moment the boulders arrived, the soldiers below, engulfed in their massive shadows, instinctively looked up.

In the next instant, these people turned into bloodied skeletons. The vibrant red immediately dyed the entire valley in crimson.

Escaping from this death trap was almost impossible.

The boulders formed a solid barrier, seven to eight meters high, blocking the exit at the back of the valley.

As for the road ahead, it extended several hundred meters away.

Considering the power of the rolling boulders, it was a problem for the soldiers to avoid them. How could they save their lives while advancing to a distant exit?

Moreover, who said the stones were the only things used for attack?

"The first batch is done, continue with the second batch!"

The person commanding on the cliff waved his flag continuously, directing his subordinates.

Under the strict command, archers with strung bows and loaded arrows replaced the infantrymen at their standing positions.

They released countless arrows from four different directions, creating an arrow rain that swept the area below without blind spots.

The vast encirclement closed in naturally at a certain moment, coming from all eight directions, piercing through each target in sight.

After the two ambushes, Yu's subordinates were in miserable conditions. Most of the soldiers facing threats to their lives did not have the leisure to notice the ambush on the slope. Only a few lucky individuals, while narrowly avoiding being hit by flying rocks, quickly glanced up and their eyes landed on the flag planted on the mountaintop. This look was not to be taken lightly, as some individuals were immediately stunned in their tracks, as if frozen in place. Two or three soldiers who weren't frightened to the point of stupidity struggled to utter a word, and their feeble cries spread out: "The flag of the Sero kingdom! How could they be here?" The mastermind behind the "Seven Nations' Campaign against the Demons," the extremely cunning ruler of the country Wang, quietly observed the reactions of the clowns below.