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Chapter 392 Friends, we may be dying, but I'm glad.
The cold wind whipped up ice crystals and lashed at the marching army.

Sixty thousand soldiers trod across the frozen, dark brown ice plains, clearing a path ahead.

The reporters followed closely behind the main force.

Despite the shock still lingering on the reporters' faces after five consecutive overwhelming victories.

However, it has been replaced by an almost frenzied professional fanaticism.

Hua Jing and A Lin walked side by side.

Even their heavy winter clothes couldn't hide the brightness in their eyes.

"Little Flower, look!"

Arlene pointed to the huge shadow that was gradually becoming visible in the wind and snow ahead, "That must be the last stronghold, right? It feels bigger than the previous ones."

Hua Jing looked in the direction her finger pointed, at the gaps torn open by the wind and snow.

A fortress made of alternating white bones and black rocks stands at the edge of the field of vision.

This is the Gate of the Broken Spine.

The final checkpoint on the way to the Bone King's Court.

"Yes, that's it." Hua Jing took a deep breath of the cool air and gripped the camera tightly in her hand.

"Take a picture of it, first of all, then of how the army smashed down this last gate."

As is customary, the army halted several miles from the stronghold.

A figure rose silently into the sky, amidst the flowing starlight.

Fang Qingyu hovered above the snowstorm, scanning the massive white bone fortress below and the vast ice plains surrounding it.

A moment later, he landed, his voice clearly piercing through the wind and snow.

The message reached Wei Banmeng and Ji Wuyai's ears: "No high-ranking beings exist. Proceed as planned."

The order was issued instantly, transforming into the short, powerful roars of officers at all levels:

"First through fifth battle groups, flank from the left!"

"Sixth to Tenth Battle Groups, outflank on the right flank!"

"The Frostbone Fjord Mixed Corps, Central Breakthrough!"

"Block the outer perimeter, intercept and slaughter the routed troops—Kill!!!"

The deafening shouts of battle erupted like a long-suppressed volcano, instantly tearing apart the howling wind and snow.

The 60,000-strong army once again carried the momentum of crushing everything in its path.

It stabbed fiercely at the imposing, broken-backed gate.

The battle unfolded as if it were a replay of the previous matches.

The dark blue Dawn Warriors, in groups of three or five, weave and cut through the complex terrain.

Amidst the flashing blades and shadows, ghosts of the same rank fell in droves like harvested wheat.

Chu Kuanglan, carrying his signature greatsword, still charged at the forefront. Each sweep of his sword stirred up a storm of blood and gore, leaving a trail of broken bone armor and filthy green flesh in its wake.

Ji Wuyai's white hair fluttered amidst the blood mist and snowstorm.

They precisely reaped the lives of the demon leaders who were trying to organize resistance.

The veterans, relying on their solid formation, withstood the counterattack of the Ghosts, and with the help of Dawn's infiltration, tore the outer defenses of the stronghold to pieces.

The reporters were led by the guards to a relatively sheltered, open-view slope on Bone Hill.

The cameras were already set up, greedily capturing every corner of the battlefield.

Arlene excitedly adjusted the focus, muttering to herself, "So cool! The speed of the advance, the teamwork! It's simply the art of war! I bet we'll take it down in two hours, two and a half hours at most!"

Hua Jing's camera focused more on Chu Kuanglan's ferocious figure.

Watching him wield his greatsword with unstoppable force, his face radiated pride and peace of mind.

The battle seemed to be going as smoothly as before, and victory was just around the corner.

She and Arlene exchanged a glance, and the two of them picked up two lighter cameras with more flexible viewing angles. They said to the squad leader of the guard team, "Captain, let's go to that high point over there and take a picture of the entire battlefield from above. We'll be right back!"

Several easy battles in a row.

This made them all lower their guard a little.

"Go quickly and come back fast! Be careful!"

The squad leader glanced at the battlefield situation and nodded in agreement.

However, they still sent two elite soldiers to follow closely behind them.

The two women crouched low and, under the cover of two soldiers, quickly ran to a high point hidden by huge ice rocks and collapsed bone pillars.

The view from here is excellent, overlooking most of the stronghold battlefield.

Hua Jing and A Lin immediately lay down on the cold snow.

The camera is pointed down at the battlefield, which resembles a boiling furnace.

Click!Click!
The camera faithfully recorded the warriors' valiant fighting and the rout of their ranks.

And the image of a warrior forcefully cutting down the flagpole of the Dawn Star Banner fluttering atop the tallest bone tower at the heart of the stronghold.

"They're going to win so quickly."

Arlene let out an excited whisper and adjusted her angle to capture the moment the battle flag fell.

But just then, Arlene suddenly put down her camera, a look of confusion flashing across her eyes.

She instinctively pressed her hand against the ice beneath her: "Xiaohua, do you feel the ground shaking a little?"

Hua Jing was focused on filming when she heard this and paused in her work.

She focused intently, sensing that the hard permafrost and ice beneath her seemed to emanate an extremely subtle yet continuous vibration.

It wasn't the heavy, muffled sound of a large army charging and trampling.

Rather, it is a low-frequency vibration that seems to come from afar.

"Yes, a little."

Hua Jing's voice carried a hint of uncertain surprise.

However, as soon as she finished speaking, the expression on the face of a soldier on guard behind her changed drastically.

He suddenly raised his head, his gaze piercing through the wind and snow, staring intently at the outer perimeter of the stronghold, into the depths of the vast ice plain shrouded in gray-white snow.

His pupils instantly contracted to their maximum size!

"No!!" another soldier roared, his voice almost tearing at the air. "Run!! It's the army of Deathbringers!!!"

Before the words were even finished, the two soldiers sprang up like cheetahs.

There was no time to explain. They picked up Hua Jing and A Lin, who were still lying on the ground, one by one, like picking up chicks.

It unleashed all its vital energy.

They fled desperately toward the base below, toward where the main army was.

The sudden turn of events caused the two women to let out short gasps, and they almost dropped their cameras.

They were being carried by soldiers, their bodies violently jolted uncontrollably.

"What happened?!"

Hua Jing shouted, still in shock.

However, just as she subconsciously turned to look back at the ice field she had just seen...

Her voice stopped abruptly.

At the edge of the field of vision, the gray-white horizon that had been obscured by wind and snow disappeared!
Instead, a boundless black torrent surged forth at an alarming speed.

That's a ghost!

Countless deadly souls!

Dense and layered, like a black tsunami, it surged towards the Broken Ridge Gate stronghold, towards their army that had just become embroiled in a fierce battle inside the stronghold.

Arlene, who was standing nearby, also witnessed this scene.

After a brief moment of confusion, the two women immediately took advantage of their gender.

They didn't even have time to think; they shouted with all their might, their voices echoing throughout the chaotic battlefield:
"There's a ghost on the outskirts!!!"

"So many deadly souls."

The sound was so clear that it resounded throughout the entire battlefield, even though they were only at the first level.

The two women's shouts successfully drew the attention of everyone on the battlefield.

Whether it's the Dawn Warriors wielding their swords to slay the demons of death.

Still a veteran in the fjord of Hangu Fjord, stabilizing the front line.

Countless eyes instinctively followed the source of the sound.

No one would question the power of such a heart-wrenching roar.

This information is likely false.

Especially after Chu Kuanglan realized that the reminder was given by his wife.

Chu Kuanglan was the first to roar out in anger.

“Enemy attack—!!!”

Chu Kuanglan's roar instantly drowned out all other sounds on the battlefield.

The greatsword suddenly pointed towards the outer perimeter of the stronghold, its bulging muscles bulging as if about to burst.

"All Dawn Legion troops, immediately turn around, form a circular defensive formation, and face outwards!!"

"Brothers of Coldbone Fjord!! General Ji!! The scum in the stronghold are yours!! Finish them off quickly!!"

"Logistics, reporters!! Get to the back of the building!!"

"Prepare to kill!!!"

That word "kill" was like lighting a fuse.

Every Dawn Warrior, no matter where they were on the battlefield or what they were doing, the moment they heard Chu Kuanglan's furious roar...

Without the slightest hesitation, they abandoned their opponents.

With astonishing coordination and efficiency, they withdrew from various battle nodes within the stronghold like the receding tide.

They surged wildly toward the broken city walls, piles of bones, ruins, and ice and rock bunkers surrounding the stronghold!
The blade shifts, and blood and energy erupt!

A wall of steel figures facing the surging black tide.

On the ruins of the Broken Ridge Gate, it was rapidly taking shape at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The deep blue torrent instantly transformed into a circular dam.

Arlene and Hua Jing were carried back to the relatively safe area at the core of the stronghold by two soldiers.

His face was deathly pale.

They were still somewhat shaken.

But when they looked up and saw the army protecting them ahead...

Chu Kuanglan and everyone else showed no fear whatsoever.

Instead, it followed the word "kill" shouted by Chu Kuanglan.

"kill--!!!"

"kill--!!!"

"kill--!!!"

Low growls erupted from the throats of the Dawn Warriors who had just completed their turn.

No one showed any fear on their face.

No one felt fear.

Thanks to Chu Kuanglan's big mouth.

We should practice with them regularly, whether there's something to do or not, what to do if we're suddenly surrounded by ghosts while fighting them in the stronghold.

Everyone had already anticipated this scene.

After all, it's quite normal for this kind of thing to happen.

Therefore, at this moment, there is absolutely no sign of panic among the Dawn Army.

The roar was deafening, carrying an extremely strong sense of oppression.
This scene caused other reporters, who had just experienced the brief commotion, to disregard their own image at that moment.

They immediately set up the equipment and started taking pictures.
The reporter team leader's hands were shaking.
Because he knew that today they would either record one of the most significant moments in the war between humanity and the demons.

Either
They will be following this large army today.

We will fight to the death here, never retreating!

at the same time.

The highest point of the battlefield.

Fang Qingyu hovered silently, his body surrounded by starlight, shielding him from the biting cold wind and the deafening killing sounds below.

Actually, when the army of ghosts appeared from afar.

He discovered it.

And that black torrent that was closing in from all directions.

A steady stream.

It's not over yet.

So how many dead people are there?
Fang Qingyu didn't know either.

But at this moment, Fang Qingyu was not in a position to make a move.

Because at this moment, in his eyes, the surrounding space was originally empty.

At this moment, like the surface of boiling water, one name after another, as black as ink, emerges.

Hundreds!
There were over a hundred members of the Ghost King's clan.

This means that it's not just the royal family traveling along their route.

The army of the Fate Demons also mobilized all the royal families from other routes.
That's enough to respect oneself.

You should know that you are only at the third level.

This honor and this level of importance are enough to make any fourth-tier expert's scalp tingle and their heart turn to retreat.

Fang Qingyu's lips.

Yet, a barely perceptible curve appeared on her face.

"Finally, they're willing to spend a lot of money?"

He was silent.

In fact, from the very beginning of this counter-offensive, the Ghost of Fate acted out of character, leaving only low- to mid-level soldiers at each stronghold as cannon fodder for them to slaughter, while the high-ranking royals disappeared without a trace beforehand.

Fang Qingyu could guess the other party's purpose even with his toes.

It's nothing more than a blood sacrifice or something.

He had been experiencing this kind of thing ever since his first encounter with the Ghost of Fate.

It's simply a matter of scale and the level of the goal.

But why did Fang Qingyu, knowing it was a trap and that the other party had ulterior motives, still lead his army triumphantly forward, stepping in without hesitation and swallowing these baits one by one?

The answer is simple.

Because it doesn't matter what purpose the spirit of fate may have.

The Fate Demon itself is an existence that must be eliminated!
They are mortal enemies, locked in a life-or-death struggle.

As for the consequences of killing them all?!
It's nothing more than sacrificing blood to summon an even more terrifying monster.

Or to complete a certain ritual.

It's just to achieve a certain goal.

Fang Qingyu had already prepared himself for this.

If he can handle it, then Fang Qingyu will take on the responsibility.

If you can't carry it, then let Old Man Hong carry it.

Anyway, if the sky falls, there's always someone taller to hold it up.

Moreover, and most importantly, it doesn't matter whether Fang Qingyu and his group kill them or not.

A demon can only be determined to perform a blood sacrifice.

There's always a way to achieve your goal.

Just because the spirits of death require blood sacrifice, does that mean humanity should be restrained and allow them to hunt down their fellow human beings with impunity right under our noses, without doing anything about it?
Therefore, there is only one conclusion.

They would kill anyone who dared to display the flesh!

The more you kill, the better; the faster you kill, the better.

At this moment, the hundreds of royal ghosts around them were simply hiding quietly in the void.

They surrounded him.

However, they did not immediately launch a coordinated attack.

The implication is quite clear.

They did not intend to risk everything to kill Fang Qingyu here.

It seems more like they've come to hold themselves and their large army back.

They feared that Fang Qingyu would lead his army to retreat.

Interrupt the sacrifice.

Unfortunately.

They made a mistake.

Fang Qingyu slowly lowered his head, his starry eyes falling on the deep blue embankment that was rapidly forming a ring of defenses and was emitting a deafening "kill" cry against the black tide.

Looking at Ji Wuyai, his white hair was stained with blood.

Leading a crack squad, they frantically wiped out the remaining hordes of ghosts inside the stronghold.

Watching Chu Kuanglan lean his giant sword against the ground, his imposing figure standing at the forefront of the circular defensive line.

It roared defiantly at the surging black tide.

There was no fear in the eyes of each Dawn Warrior.

Instead, their fighting spirit was completely ignited, becoming even more intense.

This march began the moment we stepped out of Dawn City.
I and them
Fang Qingyu's gaze swept over the 60,000 faces.

I never even considered taking a step back!

Below, core generals such as Ji Wuyai, Chu Kuanglan, Jiang Wei, and Wei Banmeng led the charge.

There are the Dawn Legion and the veterans of the Frostbone Fjord, who have been tempered in blood and fire, have excellent teamwork, and are formidable in combat.

Fang Qingyu had absolute confidence in them.

Therefore, Fang Qingyu is currently suspended in the air.

There's no need to rush to help the army below.

Instead, they took the initiative to focus their attention.

It was directed at the hundreds of royal figures hidden in the void around them.

Her eyes, swirling like a galaxy, landed precisely on each member of the royal family.

"hiss"

"He...he looked over here?!"

"He can see us!?"

"How is this possible?! Our Shadow Cloak is so powerful that even a typical peak fourth-tier cultivator would have difficulty detecting it!"

"An illusion! It must be an illusion! The Invincible Technique grants combat power, not all-around perception!"

"But his eyes seemed to be locked onto us."

In the surrounding void, intense mental fluctuations intertwined.

It was filled with astonishment and doubt.

Fang Qingyu's calm, sweeping gaze.

It gives them a sense of dread, as if they are being watched by a monster.

At this moment, Fang Qingyu...

However, what he was thinking about was not how to break through.

It's not about how to retreat.

He was thinking about how to fight!

How can I kill even more!
run?
That is impossible.

It's so rare to see so many royals appearing together.

Now they are doing this to complete the blood sacrifice.

Instead, it became a shackle that bound them.

They dared not easily kill the human army below, nor could they allow him to order a retreat.

As for killing oneself?
Fang Qingyu admitted that he wasn't confident he could save all the hundreds of members of the royal family. However, if he only wanted to survive...
He has absolute self-confidence.

100% certainty.

In the air, amidst this silent and eerie atmosphere, time ticked by, second by second.

A roar came from inside the stronghold.

"You scum! Die!"

Boom——

It was accompanied by a loud bang and the mournful cries of countless dying ghosts.

The tallest bone tower at the heart of the stronghold collapsed with a roar under Ji Wuyai's violent sword energy!

Smoke and dust mixed with blood mist shot into the sky.

Resistance within the stronghold was completely eradicated.

"My soldiers, follow me and charge out!"

Ji Wuyai, his white hair bristling and his armor stained with blood, held a massive saber pointing directly at the surging tide of ghostly spirits that resembled a black ocean rushing towards the outer perimeter of the stronghold.

He led the army, which had just finished its internal purge and was at its most murderous.

It crashed headlong into the outer perimeter of the circular defensive line.

They launched a counterattack against the boundless black tide.

"kill--"

Ji Wuyai's roar was like igniting the last fire.

At that very moment, Fang Qingyu, who had been suspended high in the sky in silence for a long time, was present.

The swirling galaxy in my eyes suddenly accelerated.

The reflection has just ended.

"Unfortunately, we still haven't come up with a way to catch them all at once."

A trace of regret flashed through Fang Qingyu's mind.

"Then we can only try to collect as much interest as possible."

At that moment, Fang Qingyu moved.

The figure disappeared instantly.

The next moment!

In the void closest to Fang Qingyu's original location.

Beside a royal ghost with dark blue rocky skin and a short, stocky fortress-like appearance, starlight suddenly exploded!

Fang Qingyu's figure appeared out of thin air like a ghost.

The giant stone spirit royal family member only felt a blur before his eyes.

A terrifying sense of crisis instantly overwhelmed all its senses.

There wasn't even time for a look of horror to appear on the face covered by thick rocks.

All I could see were a pair of cold, starry eyes devoid of any human emotion.

And a fist enveloped in dazzling starlight, as if holding an entire galaxy.

It rapidly magnifies within its field of vision.

Fang Qingyu's face remained calm and still as he punched its rocky face.

"boom--!!!"

The starlight, condensed to its fullest extent, burst forth from the fist.

In an instant, it transformed into a dazzling pillar of starlight with a diameter exceeding ten meters.

The giant rock spirit royal family was covered with a thick rock body that was said to be able to withstand attacks from the peak of the fourth tier.

Before this starlight, it is as fragile as paper.

The violent starlight continued its relentless advance, forcefully piercing through the thick, leaden gray clouds.

It forcefully punched a huge hole, hundreds of meters in diameter, through the gloom that covered the battlefield.

The long-awaited, clear sunlight poured down like a waterfall from the broken hole in the clouds.

It illuminated the blood-red battlefield below.

It also illuminated Fang Qingyu's figure, which seemed to float in the air like a god or demon.

This sudden change.

It instantly attracted the attention of some people on the battlefield.

"Colonel Fang has made his move!!"

At the heart of the base, among the team of reporters who had just set up their equipment.

Someone pointed to the streak of starlight that stretched across the sky and the hole in the clouds, and exclaimed in surprise.

"Enemies in the sky too!!!"

Another reporter captured the origin of the starlight burst.

Fang Qingyu's figure flashed by and then solidified again.

All the reporters, including Hua Jing and A Lin who had just set up their equipment, instinctively pointed their cameras frantically at the sky.

The telephoto lens is rotating rapidly.

I tried my best to capture the scene under the sunlight in the cloud cave.

Fang Qingyu was seen floating in the pillar of light cast by the broken cloud cave.

His entire body was enveloped in starlight so dense it was almost tangible. On his forehead, two star points, formed from pure starlight, pierced the void, slightly curved like the crown of an ancient deity.

He slowly turned his head.

Starry eyes surveyed the surrounding void.

His posture was like that of a king surveying his territory.

It's like a hunter counting his prey!

Before the reporters could fully recover from this shocking scene...
"boom--"

A loud bang suddenly exploded just a dozen meters away from the reporters.

"careful!"

The reporters were caught off guard and were thrown about by the blast wave.

Equipment collapsed, eliciting gasps of alarm.

When they looked in the direction from which the loud noise came, their pupils contracted to their maximum size, still shaken.

On the ice field beside them, a huge pit with a diameter of more than five meters and a bottomless depth suddenly appeared.

At the bottom of the deep pit.

A headless corpse lay silently.

It was the Ghost King Clan member who had just been punched by Fang Qingyu.

They've already received their lunchboxes.

"Who...who is this?"

"Take a picture! Take a picture now!"

Team leader Chen Tao was the first to react.

He scrambled and crawled toward a toppled camera.

However, he had just picked up the camera.

Just then, Arlene cried out in a tearful voice, "Team leader!! Look up at the sky!! Look up at the sky!!!"

All the reporters, including Hua Jing who was struggling to secure her equipment, suddenly looked up.

Their gazes were once again drawn to the cloud cave that Fang Qingyu had blasted open with a single punch.

When you see the sky clearly at this moment.

Everyone was struck dumb! They were instantly petrified.
All I could see was the clear, bright sunlight shining down on the sky.

Besides Fang Qingyu, who had star-like horns on his forehead and was surrounded by starlight like a deity,
Hundreds of figures appeared, densely packed together!
They vary in height, size, and shape.

Some had bony wings that floated on their backs, some stood on black clouds, some were wreathed in eerie green flames, some were covered in hideous carapaces, and some were dripping with viscous black oil.
Although most of them retain a human-like outline.

But upon closer inspection, one will find that they are completely different from humans.

Each figure exuded a terrifying pressure that sent chills down one's spine.

Hundreds of figures, like a ring of stars surrounding a lone star.

Fang Qingyu was firmly trapped in the center.

The camera in the hands of reporter team leader Chen Tao fell to the frozen ground with a clatter.

His lips trembled violently.

His face was as pale as paper.

He managed to squeeze out a few broken syllables through his teeth with all his might:

"That royal family...it's all the Ghost Royal Family!!!"

These words struck a chord with every reporter.

Hundreds of members of the Ghost King's Clan!
what does this mean?
This means that at this moment, there are hundreds of top-tier fourth-order life ghosts floating in the sky!

This is almost equivalent to all the royal forces that the Ghost King could mobilize on the Arctic front.

What a devastating lineup!

Is God trying to kill us?!

A sense of despair instantly gripped the hearts of every reporter.

Let them have cold hands and feet, and their minds go blank.

The faint hope that had just been raised by filming Fang Qingyu's swift defeat of the royal family.

They were instantly crushed by this overwhelming and terrifying force.

Hundreds of fourth-tier beings. This is simply an unstoppable force!

They may really be following this army that has created countless miracles today.

They were buried together in front of this broken-ridged gate.

A suffocating silence spread through the ranks of reporters.

Only the outer perimeter of the stronghold remained, a deafening, never-ending symphony of death woven from the roars of warriors and the howls of the dead.

And the pounding sound of my heart pounding wildly in my chest.

Until, a soft, choked sob was heard.

The sound of the instrument stand rubbing against the ice surface rang out.

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound, bewildered.

Hua Jing's face was streaked with wet tears, but she didn't cry out. Instead, she bit her lower lip so hard that it drew blood.

She was working hard to right and secure a large broadcasting device that had tipped over due to the shock of the earlier explosion.

Trembling fingers adjusted the support.

The camera was steadily focused on the Dawn Ring Defense Line below, which was surging with a black tide and erupting with deafening battle cries, yet remained as immovable as a rock.

Then, she quickly picked up another spare portable camera.

He wiped away his tears and the ice crystals on his face with his sleeve.

They strained to raise the lens higher.

It was aimed at Fang Qingyu, who was surrounded by hundreds of royals in the sky.

She even fumbled around.

He picked up a microphone that had rolled to his feet and was connected to the main broadcast equipment.

A hoarse yet remarkably clear voice, thick with a nasal tone, rang out through the microphone and reached all the terminals connected to the device.

"Fellow citizens of the Federation, this is the Arctic Front: Broken Ridge Gate battlefield. I am war correspondent Hua Jing."

Her voice trembled slightly at first.
But as the conversation progressed, it miraculously stabilized:

"The figure you see now, floating high in the sky, surrounded by starlight, with star-like horns on his forehead, is called Fang Qingyu. He is the youngest and most powerful prodigy in our Federation, and he is currently only at the third level."

"And at this moment, he was surrounded by hundreds of fourth-tier Fate Ghost Kings!"

"Yes, you heard right, hundreds of fourth-tier Ghost Kings! They've all come out in full force, just to surround and kill one of our human race's third-tier geniuses!"

Hua Jing's voice suddenly rose in pitch.

With a strange sense of pride:

"Friends, look closely at this scene! Remember this scene! We may die soon, on this final battlefield, but I am glad to be able to report this scene to you in the last moments of our lives!"

"Because what does this mean?! It means the spirits of fate are afraid!!"

"They fear that among us humans, a prodigy might emerge who could threaten them, or even bring them to an end."

"They feared Colonel Fang would continue to grow stronger, so they spared no expense, gathering hundreds of fourth-tier royal family members, just to nip him in the bud at the third tier!!!"

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Hua Jing's broadcast was like a fire ignited on a desolate, icy plain.

Team leader Chen Tao was startled as he looked at Hua Jing's profile, which was streaked with tears but held a resolute look in her eyes.

A surge of scalding heat rushed to the top of my head.

It instantly dispelled all fear and despair.

"Damn it! Let's do it!!!"

Chen Tao suddenly blurted out a curse.

She wiped away the tears that had been streaming down her face without her noticing.

It pounced on the main camera that had fallen to the ground like a mad tiger.

He roughly lifted it up, checked the wiring, and then pressed the bright red button hard.

Emergency live broadcast signal to the Arctic was forcibly accessed.

"Turn on, all of you turn on! Get the signal out here, let the whole Arctic see, let them see that even ghosts are afraid, let them see how our soldiers fight."

Chen Tao roared, as if he had gone mad.

The other reporters were awakened by his shout, watching the actions of the team leader and Hua Jing, and looking at the solitary figure in the sky.

Looking down at the deep blue dike that stands firm against the black ocean.

An emotion exploded in my chest.

To hell with fear, to hell with despair!
Even if it means death, I want the whole world to see it.

I saw the fear of the demons, and I saw the backbone of humanity!
The cameras were quickly straightened and the lenses were refocused.

The traffic lights were flashing wildly, and the reporters, their faces still wet with tears, grabbed their microphones.

With a hoarse voice, he described the scene before him.

It was forcibly pushed out using an emergency signal.

at the same time.

Behind the Great Wall in the Arctic.

Among those dozen or so cities that served as logistical support and resting homes for frontline soldiers.

Countless people are staying at home, either anxiously following the battle reports from the front lines or resting from exhaustion.

The television screen in front of me, the mobile phone in my hand, the public light screen on the street.
The screen suddenly jumped.

Force switch!

Hua Jing's face, streaked with tears, hoarse yet incredibly clear.

And in the background behind her, there was a solitary figure surrounded by starlight and hundreds of ferocious figures.

Below is a scene of brutal battlefield, resembling a black, raging sea crashing against a rock.

It instantly filled all the screens.

"His name is Fang Qingyu. He's the youngest and most powerful prodigy in our Federation, currently only at the third rank."

Surrounding him were hundreds of fourth-tier Life Ghost Kings.

"The ghosts are terrified!!"

"This is our human race's greatest hope!!!"

Hua Jing's voice rang in the ears of everyone who witnessed this scene.

In a cozy living room in Bibo City.

A mother is holding her young child and humming a lullaby softly.

The forced switch of the TV screen made her look up in surprise.

When you can see the screen clearly and hear Hua Jing's words clearly.

The child in her arms seemed to sense her mother's stiffness and sudden, rapid heartbeat.

It began to writhe restlessly.

The mother's eyes were fixed on the deep blue figure struggling in the black waves below. Her eyes instantly turned red, and tears silently streamed down her face. She bit her lip hard.

It felt like there was a stone blocking my throat.

No sound can be made.

On the street, a young soldier who had just finished his patrol was buying a hot drink at a roadside shop.

The cup in my hand fell to the ground with a "clatter".

He was completely unaware that the scalding liquid had splashed onto his trouser legs.

He stared blankly at the shocking images on the large screen in the street.

Looking at that solitary figure high in the sky, and at his comrades fighting bloody battles below.
Similar scenes were playing out simultaneously in more than a dozen cities.

Bibo City.

On a relatively quiet street.

Hong Qitian was still wearing his faded coarse cloth clothes and carrying his old blue cloth bundle, looking like an ordinary old country man.

Luo Qinglian changed into an elegant ice-blue long dress.

Barefoot, she hovered about an inch off the ground, her beauty exquisite, like a fairy untouched by worldly concerns.

The two were walking side by side.

At the street corner, a young girl was looking at her phone screen when she suddenly covered her mouth.

She let out a suppressed sob, and tears streamed down her face.

Her crying attracted the attention of passersby.

Soon, gasps, gasps, and suppressed curses rose and fell.

"Quickly watch the live stream on the Arctic app!!"

"My Arabian God"

"Hundreds upon hundreds of fourth-tier life ghosts surrounding him?!"

"Below...those soldiers..."

Hong Qitian and Luo Qinglian stopped in their tracks.

Hong Qitian's cloudy old eyes swept over the reactions of the surrounding crowd, then looked at the image on the crying girl's phone screen.

Fang Qingyu was indeed a rising star.

He surveyed the solitary figure of the hundred kings.

The two of them also moved closer and stood quietly behind the girl.

Watching the images and sounds coming from that small screen.

Hua Jing's hoarse broadcast and the soldiers' deafening battle cries clearly reached my ears.

Luo Qinglian stared at the screen with eyes as clear as a cold pool.

She then turned to Hong Qitian, who stood calmly beside her, and a look of curiosity appeared on her beautiful face: "Aren't you worried?"

“Those are hundreds of fourth-tier individuals. No matter how strong he is, he is still only a third-tier individual.”

Upon hearing this, Hong Qitian slowly broke into a smile on his wrinkled face.

He didn't answer immediately, but instead put his hands behind his back and slowly continued walking forward.

Luo Qinglian frowned slightly, took light steps, and walked alongside him.

Hong Qitian took a few steps before slowly speaking.

"What are you worried about?"

"Whether it's royalty, you, or everyone in the world..."

"...This is a gross underestimation of the Invincible Technique."

(End of this chapter)