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Chapter 394 The Blade That Sliced ​​Through the Sky!
The moment the words fell.

Fang Qingyu made a move.

There was no earth-shattering roar, no lengthy prelude of building up momentum.

Fang Qingyu simply did so naturally.

He gripped the Dragon Sparrow Blade tightly in his hand, which was shimmering with starlight.

Then, raise it high.

This action is so similar to the sword strike that cleaved the Arctic sky in the City of Dawn!
hum-

The entire world seemed to freeze for a moment at this single action.

Time seems to be stretched infinitely.

Below, on the battlefield, are all the warriors who fought valiantly.

Whether it's the deep blue of dawn, the dark gray of the Frozen Bone Fjord, or the reinforcements like Shi Gandang who have just arrived.

They all took a moment to look up.

At the reporters' station, Hua Jing, A Lin, Chen Tao, and all the other reporters held their breath.

The camera was fixed intently on that solitary figure high in the sky.

My heart was pounding so hard it felt like it was going to burst out of my chest.

Behind the Arctic, in more than a dozen cities, countless eyes are glued to the screen.

They forgot to cheer, they forgot to speak.

All that remained was a premonition of waiting for a miracle to happen.

All that could be seen was Fang Qingyu holding aloft the Dragon Sparrow Slaying Calamity.

It burst forth with an extreme brilliance.

It's as if all the starlight in the universe has been compressed and condensed onto the edge of a blade!
That light, at first, was just a single point.

Like the morning star suddenly shining in the cold night.

next moment!
boom--

A starlight-filled blade mark whose brilliance and vastness defy description.

It erupted fiercely from the edge of the Dragon Sparrow's Blade of Calamity.

It was as if Pangu had wielded the giant axe that split the heavens and the earth.

It is also like the first ray of light that cleaved through the chaos at the birth of the universe.

This knife mark was initially as thin as a hair.

But at the very moment the blade left its grasp.

It has already transformed into a celestial scar that spans the entire field of vision and tears apart the universe!

Its length far surpasses the hundred-mile-long sword mark that once marked the dawn of the city.

It's as if it's going to split the entire Arctic ice sheet in two.

The target was that had already fled to the ends of the earth.

Hundreds of royal streaks of light, almost transformed into tiny specks of light.

fast!
Almost reaching the extreme!
To everyone's perception, Fang Qingyu had just finished swinging his knife.

That dazzling starlight that pierced through heaven and earth had already appeared in the distant sky.

Behind those hundred royal figures fleeing for their lives!

It was as if we had directly transcended time and space.

The leading mammoth royal, with his three pairs of scarlet compound eyes, had just caught the sudden burst of intense starlight behind him.

For the first time, the emotion called fear was clearly reflected in his compound eyes.

next second!
The dazzling starlight instantly overwhelmed the hundreds of streaks of light representing the power of the fourth-tier royal family.

however.

The starlight blade that stretched across the sky showed no signs of slowing down.

Tearing through the sky, it slashed down relentlessly towards the deepest part of the Arctic ice plains, the Bone King's Court!

The knife mark, powerful enough to completely flatten the entire royal palace complex and the ground beneath it, was about to fall.

A sudden change occurred!

Deep within the core area of ​​the Bone Royal Court, in that grotesque complex of buildings constructed from countless enormous skeletons.

A gigantic black hand formed purely from an intense, impenetrable shadow.

It emerged from the ground without warning from the central area of ​​the royal court complex.

Soaring straight into the sky!

This black hand was enormous, blotting out the sky.

With just his palm outstretched, he covered almost half of the core area of ​​the royal court.

Its sole purpose does not seem to be to destroy this celestial rift.

It's not about lifting, it's about providing support!

Amidst countless gazes fixed intently on the live stream.

That dazzling starlight blade seemed capable of severing stars and splitting continents.

And that colossal hand made of pure shadow.

A brutal collision!

The enormous black hand, which blotted out the sky, touched the starlight blade mark the instant it did so.

The palm of my hand began to melt violently, like ice and snow.

It crumbled rapidly in the face of starlight.

However, it relied on its unimaginable immense power.

It held on tightly to the slash mark!
The enormous shadowy hand thinned at a visible speed under the impact of starlight.

But it did it in the end.

Just a moment before the giant black hand was about to completely collapse and dissipate.

It suddenly lifted upwards.

Boom——

The dazzling starlight and the knife marks whose trajectories were forcibly altered.

It grazed the top of the tallest white bone spire of the Bone Royal Court, then slashed fiercely into the deepest, ancient, and desolate Arctic region behind the Royal Court.

The light disappears.

All that remains is a bottomless, sprawling glacial canyon stretching for countless kilometers.

The sky, thick leaden clouds, was completely cleaved open by this stroke.

It revealed the vast and deep universe and the dazzling aurora borealis behind it.

The clear starlight and the aurora borealis complement each other.

It was like a miracle.

It gently fell upon this land that had just experienced a battle.

A deathly silence enveloped the entire battlefield of the Broken Ridge Gate.

It covered more than a dozen cities behind the Arctic.

It enveloped everyone who saw this scene through the live stream.

Time seemed to freeze at this moment.

Whether it's the mountain of corpses of the dead below, or the human warriors fighting a bloody battle.

Or perhaps it's the lingering starlight trails in the recently extinguished live stream.

They were all frozen into a silent painting.

Several seconds passed.

On the streets of Bibo City.

Some people looked at their friends who were on their day off.

His aura was roughly at the mid-third tier.

"Are you third-tier players really this strong?!"

His friend listened, then looked up with a bewildered expression.

"I don't know. Is this Tier 3?"

Followed by.

Cheers, screams, and roars erupted in all the cities behind the Arctic.

"Won!!!"

The crowd in the streets went completely wild.

Those who knew each other and those who didn't were embracing, hitting each other, and screaming with tears streaming down their faces.

In the bar, glasses were smashed, and the liquor mixed with tears flowed freely.

Inside the room, the parents held their child tightly, sobbing and repeating, "We won, child, we won, Fang Shen won!"

Countless people rushed out of their homes and flooded the streets.

Facing the North Pole.

Facing the reappearance of Fang Qingyu's figure on the live broadcast screen.

Let out the most fervent shouts!
At this moment, all fear, all worry, and all humiliation were utterly shattered by this single strike.

Battlefield of the Broken Spine Gate.

On the reporters' side, Hua Jing was already in tears, but she forced back her sobs and used all her strength.

The camera was fixed on the figure slowly descending in the sky, its starlight fading, its radiance restrained yet still like that of a deity.

She spoke into the microphone, her voice hoarse yet filled with unprecedented pride:
"Fellow citizens of the Federation! Congratulations! Congratulations to all of us! We have witnessed history together! We have witnessed the most powerful strike by the greatest genius in the history of the Federation, no, in the history of mankind!"

Her voice suddenly rose, filled with passion:
"At this moment! I, Hua Jing, as a frontline war correspondent, solemnly apologize for what I said during the previous live broadcast! The Fate Demons certainly had reason to be afraid! They had every right to fear our Colonel Fang Qingyu! Because he is the star of our human race! The first ray of dawn piercing the darkness!!!"

Her voice, transmitted through the live broadcast, ignited the passion of everyone in the city behind the scenes.

A variety of emotions intertwined in the hearts of countless people:

"Damn it! I hesitated when I was deciding whether or not to go to Dawn! I deserve to die!"

"Is Fang Shen still accepting people?!"

"Mom! We won! Fang Shen wiped out all those damn royals with a single strike! We won!!"

"Quick! Pack your things, let's go to Dawn City!"

On the battlefield, the deathly silence was broken.

The first to come to his senses was Chu Kuanglan.

He abruptly wiped the sweat from his face, which was a mixture of blood and ice crystals.

He raised the greatsword, stained with the blood and flesh of demons, high above his head, and with all his might unleashed a roar that shattered the heavens, instantly drowning out the cheers from the city behind him, echoing clearly above the Broken Ridge Gate:
"Brothers, isn't Fang Shen awesome or not?!"

"awesome!"

The combined forces of Dawnbreaker and Frostbone Fjord, along with the newly arrived reinforcements, erupted in a thunderous and overwhelming response.

"Can we just slack off?"

"cannot!!"

"Then kill them all! Slaughter every single one of these beasts! Leave no one alive! Use their heads to celebrate Fang Shen's victory with this strike!"

"kill!!"

The human army, ignited by Fang Qingyu's earth-shattering strike, was filled with bloodlust and fighting spirit.

It unleashed unprecedented power.

The deep blue Dawn Legion, the dark gray Veterans of the Frozen Bone Fjord.

And reinforcements, dressed in various colored armor, who had just arrived.

Under the leadership of generals such as Ji Wuyai, Shi Gandang, and Zhao Haifeng.

They charged into the army of the Ghosts, who were plunged into chaos and panic by the loss of the royal family.

This time, it was no longer a difficult defense.

It's no longer about proceeding cautiously.

Instead, it was a crushing defeat.

It was a sweeping, swift and devastating attack.

With that one strike, Fang Qingyu shattered the preconceived notions that the Ghost of Fate had left behind.

It also broke the shackles on everyone's hearts.

Make them realize it.

Ghosts are not invincible; they can be crushed by humans and slaughtered like chickens and dogs!

And I am following in the footsteps of such a leader.

The power of this belief is explosive.

On the battlefield, the three-man teams of the Dawn Warriors executed their tactics flawlessly, achieving an efficiency several times faster than before.

The veterans of Hangu Fjord seemed to have rediscovered the courage and fighting spirit of their youth, charging into battle fearlessly.

The newly arrived reinforcements were even more excited by the frenzied atmosphere and the one-sided massacre before them, howling with rage.

They joined the battle without hesitation.

The reporters' cameras faithfully documented this epic counter-offensive.

Hua Jing and A Lin still had tear stains on their faces.

But at this moment, all that remained in their eyes was excitement and focus.

They kept switching angles to capture the heroic figures of the soldiers fighting bravely against the enemy.

It records the scene of the army of ghosts of fate collapsing like an avalanche.

Fang Qingyu's strike was like splitting the heavens.

This was the climax of a major battle that would determine the fate of the Arctic.

Meanwhile, on the battlefield, the human alliance was sweeping through with unstoppable momentum.

This is the most perfect and exhilarating final movement of this grand war!
A few hours later.

The sky grew completely dark.

Only the cool starlight and the dazzling aurora borealis.

The gentle light shines upon the land of Broken Ridge Gate, where the flames of war have just subsided.

The wind and snow seemed to have become much less intense.

The area outside the stronghold, within sight.

It is no longer a gray, white ice field.

Instead, it was completely covered by layer upon layer of corpses of dead ghosts, piled up like mountains.

Countless figures silently surveyed the carpet of corpses.

They carefully checked to see if any of the remaining spirits were still alive.

Occasionally, you might encounter one that is still convulsing or playing dead.

Without hesitation, he delivered the final blow.

Further away, large logistics teams have begun to enter the site.

The massive Snow Rhino all-terrain transport vehicle roared as it cleared a path through the relatively clean area.

The soldiers and the reinforcements from the rear worked in pairs and teams of three, struggling to drag and load the corpses of the fortune tellers onto the vehicles.

These corpses represent wealth.

These are spoils of war that the soldiers fought and risked their lives to obtain.

Inside the stronghold.

The command center, which had been hastily cleared out, was brightly lit. The atmosphere, however, was somewhat awkward.

Fang Qingyu sat in the head seat, his expression calm.

His aura had been completely contained.

On his left and right sat the core members of Dawn, in order.

Their faces bore the marks of exhaustion from the great battle.

But his eyes were unusually bright, and his back was ramrod straight.

On the other side of the long table, and at the back of the hall.

The room was filled with a dozen or so figures, each with a solemn aura, dressed in different styles of general's uniform.

They are fourth-tier generals from other main battlefields.

And some of the core staff officers they brought with them.

At this moment, these generals, who were usually powerful and decisive in battle, had surprisingly similar expressions on their faces.

Some of them are blind.

Their gazes repeatedly drifted toward Fang Qingyu, who was at the head of the table.

The battle was over, and it was far simpler than they had imagined.

When they arrived, weary from their journey, with reinforcements.

I thought I was about to face an extremely fierce and arduous battle, and I was even mentally prepared to pay a huge price.

The results of it?
Fang Qingyu cleaved the heavens with a single strike, and the remaining army of ghosts was met with the fervent fighting spirit of the human alliance.

They were wiped out like chickens and dogs, completely destroyed.

Such efficiency, such a high attrition ratio, such a one-sided victory.

They have been guarding the Arctic for many years.

This was something I had never experienced in any previous large-scale battle against the Fate Demon.

So relaxing.

It was so easy that it felt almost unreal to them.

Shi Gandang couldn't help but look at Wei Banmeng, who had a cold expression, and said in a hoarse voice, "Captain Wei, you said before that these ghosts that are besieging us are actually trash that the ghosts have willingly sent out?"

Wei Banmeng nodded slightly, her voice calm and even: "Yes, General Shi. Based on our preliminary reconnaissance and observations during the battle, as well as some testimonies, we can confirm it."

"These ghosts are generally weak individually, disorganized, and lack strong high-level command. Their elite forces have likely been concentrated and transferred towards the royal court, or used for other purposes."

"This large-scale siege is more like a premeditated blood sacrifice, using the life energy of these low-level ghosts to complete a ritual that we have not yet explored."

The expressions of the crowd changed after hearing this.

In fact, they often encounter this kind of trick.

But such a large investment...
This was their first time meeting.

A brief silence fell over the room.

All eyes were once again drawn to Fang Qingyu.

Fang Qingyu slowly stood up.

He did not look at anyone present.

Instead, he calmly turned his gaze toward the entrance to the command center.

"What happens next."

Fang Qingyu's voice rang out clearly, "It's not my responsibility anymore."

After speaking, he did so under the watchful eyes of more than a dozen fourth-rank generals.

Fang Qingyu strode over to the side of the long table and sat down calmly.

What... what does this mean?
Shi Gandang, Zhao Haifeng, and the others looked at each other, completely baffled.

You fought the battle, you won the victory, so why are you suddenly quitting?
Just when everyone was confused.

The sound of steady footsteps came from outside the command center, growing louder as it approached.

All the fourth-tier powerhouses in the hall.

Upon hearing the footsteps, a look of joy instantly appeared on his face.

Because of the people who came in.

It was Hong Qitian, now dressed in a federal marshal's uniform.

And behind Hong Qitian.

Dozens of other figures followed.

These people are men and women, old and young.

They were dressed in various styles, some with an air of otherworldly grace, others with a menacing aura.

But without exception.

These people are all fourth-order beings!
However, the most eye-catching one is...

She was a woman who was closely following Hong Qitian.

She wore an elegant ice-blue dress, her bare feet barely touching the ground, as if untouched by dust.

Her appearance was exquisitely beautiful, with delicate features and snow-white skin, like a fairy sculpted from ice and jade.

Those clear eyes landed on Fang Qingyu, who was resting with his eyes closed, the moment he entered the hall.

Fang Qingyu seemed to sense something and opened his eyes.

Her starry eyes calmly looked back at the past.

Their eyes met briefly in the air.

Fang Qingyu clearly saw the glaring red title above the other person's head: [? ? ?].

This means that this woman is at the fifth level.

In this case.

The woman's identity was then obvious.

Fang Qingyu remained silent, his expression unchanged.

He simply closed his eyes again.

Hong Qitian was already striding confidently like a dragon and a tiger.

He walked straight to the seat where Fang Qingyu had just been sitting.

He sat down with an air of authority.

His gaze lingered for a moment on Fang Qingyu, who was resting with his eyes closed.

The corners of his mouth seemed to twitch upwards almost imperceptibly.

He then glanced down at the dozen or so fourth-tier generals who were trembling with fear.

Hong Qitian let out a cold snort.

"I'm not criticizing you."

Hong Qitian pointed at Shi Gandang, Zhao Haifeng, and others one by one.

His tone was filled with exasperation: "I've sounded the horn of counterattack all the way! Resources, manpower—what haven't I provided you with?! Huh?!"

He slammed his hand on the bone table in front of him.

"And what's the result?! You're all dawdling along the ring road, worried about casualties today, ambushes tomorrow, and flanks the day after! All you're thinking about is holding your ground and being cautious. I think you've been sitting behind the Great Wall for too long, your bones have gone limp!"

"After fighting for so many years, you should be familiar with every nook and cranny of this ice field. Yet your advance speed is slower than that of a greenhorn leading troops deep into the ice field for the first time. Have all the military rations you've eaten over the years been wasted on the dogs?!"

Everyone's faces turned bright red, and Shi Gandang and the others lowered their heads in shame.

Cold sweat dripped from his forehead.

Although Hong Qitian's rebukes were harsh, every word hit the nail on the head.

Compared to the overwhelming advance of Fang Qingyu and the Dawn Legion.

Their previous actions did indeed appear to be too conservative and slow.

Hong Qitian cursed a few times, then seemed too lazy to say anything more.

"Listen up, all of you! What you killed before was nothing but trash thrown out by the ghosts of fate, mere waste they themselves despised. There's nothing for you to be proud of!"

Hong Qitian paused, then his voice suddenly rose:
"The real battle is about to begin."

As he spoke, he suddenly stood up, his voice ringing out, each word distinct and powerful:

"In this battle, victory is the only option! Defeat is not an option! Do you have the confidence to wreck the Demon King's lair?!"

"have--"

Everyone roared in low voices.

When I saw Old Man Hong.

They were relieved.

Deep in the Arctic, a royal court of skeletons.

On the circular stone steps leading to the abyss below, Black Duke's figure strode quickly downwards.

Soon, it arrived once again at the platform that floated above the boundless darkness.

Without the slightest hesitation, Black Knight crawled down as fast as he could.

His entire body was pressed tightly against the cold, icy ground.

Their posture was so humble that they were practically dust.

“Your Majesty.” Black Duke’s shadowy figure trembled slightly, and his hoarse, dry voice echoed in the deathly silence, carrying a fear that penetrated to the bone, “This servant deserves to die.”

Before the words were finished, in the depths of the impenetrable darkness ahead, the two enormous eyes, like blood-red suns, suddenly lit up.

It was more glaring and more brutal than the last time.

An unimaginable, terrifying pressure crashed down like a tangible tsunami.

Instantly, Black Duke's prostrate body sank downwards again.

The shadowy form trembled violently, as if it were about to collapse at any moment.

"Speak!" a deep roar exploded.

Black Duke dared not conceal anything and reported rapidly, "Your Majesty, our army of Fate Demons lost at the Gate of Broken Spine. Human reinforcements have arrived, and Fang Qingyu..."

"He unleashed a single strike, wiping out the entire low-ranking army, and the royal family also suffered heavy losses."

"What?!!"

The giant's violent sonic shockwave shattered the shattered bones at the edge of the platform into dust.

The two blood-red suns glared at Black Duke, their eyes filled with unbelievable rage: "Useless! A bunch of useless trash! You can't even stop a group of lowly humans?! Black Duke! You're courting death!!!"

A terrifying killing intent was about to descend upon Black Duke.

Upon seeing this, Black Duke abruptly raised his faceless form and roared with all his might, "Your Majesty, please calm down! Although our army has been routed, the core legion of our Ghostly Army is still intact and assembled around the royal court. As long as... as long as you are willing to come out and lead us in a counterattack, with your supreme divine power and the support of our elite legion, we will surely crush humanity in one fell swoop! We will reverse the defeat and wash away our shame!"

Black Duke's words ignited the raging fury and murderous intent within the abyss.

There was a sudden pause.

The two enormous blood-red suns stared intently at Black Duke, as if assessing the truthfulness of his words.

It's like weighing the pros and cons.

Silence once again enveloped the abyss.

More than ten breaths passed.

The voice, suppressing its anger, rang out again.

"Useless trash. If it weren't for the fact that there are only two months left before the clan's complete descent, I would have crushed you, this incompetent piece of trash, into dust! Your soul would be scattered!!"

His voice was filled with resentment and violence.

But in the end, he temporarily suppressed the idea of ​​immediately executing Black Duke.

Black Duke's shadowy body, pressed tightly against the ground, relaxed almost imperceptibly.

Broken Ridge Gate stronghold.

The noisy battlefield has fallen silent.

All that remained were the muffled sounds of the logistics team carrying corpses in the distance and the howling of the wind and snow.

Chu Kuanglan and Hua Jing stood side by side on a relatively clean ice rock.

Looking up at the night sky above, which appeared exceptionally clear and deep after Fang Qingyu had cleaved it open with a single stroke, they gazed at the sky.

The dazzling aurora borealis flowed silently across the deep blue sky.

Breathtakingly beautiful.

Chu Kuanglan wore his signature憨厚 smile, turned to look at Hua Jing beside him, and said with a hint of smugness, "How about it? Did you really think we brothers were going to die there during the day? You were scared to death, weren't you?"

Upon hearing this, Hua Jing turned her head and looked at Chu Kuanglan's profile, which appeared particularly resolute under the starlight and aurora, as well as the bloodshot eyes and exhaustion that had not yet completely faded. She felt both heartache and anger.

She couldn't help but reach out and pinch the softest part of Chu Kuanglan's waist precisely, twisting it hard!
"hiss"

Chu Kuanglan gasped dramatically.

His smile widened, and his muscles tensed.

That little bit of force was like a tickle to him.

He chuckled and took Hua Jing's hand in his, his rough, large hand enveloping her slightly cool hand.

"Actually," Chu Kuanglan's voice lowered, "with Qingzi around, there's really nothing to be afraid of. He dared to bring us here, so he would never let us go to our deaths in vain. You'll understand that later."

Hua Jing rolled her eyes at him, trying to pull her hand back, but he held it even tighter.

She gave up struggling and looked up at the dreamlike aurora again: "Yes, now I really know."

She paused, then looked back at Chu Kuanglan's face: "So, you always rush to the front because Captain Fang is there, and you feel confident?"

Chu Kuanglan nodded without hesitation, his smile open and honest: "Yeah! More or less. I don't know when it started, but with Qingzi standing behind me, I feel especially at ease, like he can hold up the sky even if it falls."

"You know my personality, I'm straightforward and honest, perfect for the job of charging into battle! I feel at ease standing in front of my brothers!"

Looking at his honest smile, Hua Jing had a thousand words in her heart, but in the end she remained silent.

They didn't say anything like "be careful" or "don't rush so recklessly."

She simply tiptoed slightly and stretched out her other hand.

Gently stroking Chu Kuanglan's stubble-covered cheeks, stained with blood and ice crystals, her fingertips caressed him with a hint of tenderness.

When feelings run deep, no words are needed.

Chu Kuanglan lowered his head, looking at Hua Jing's exceptionally beautiful face under the starlight, his eyes revealing deep affection.

The two drew closer and closer, their breaths audible to each other.

Hua Jing closed her eyes slightly, her long eyelashes trembling gently.

Waiting for that familiar scent to settle.

However, it was in this tender moment that...

Hua Jing's slightly closed eyes met Chu Kuanglan's kiss just as he was about to kiss her.

He seemed to catch something out of the corner of his eye.

Her body stiffened abruptly.

Chu Kuanglan immediately noticed her unusual behavior: "What's wrong?"

Hua Jing did not answer. She suddenly opened her eyes, and her pupils contracted sharply.

They stared intently into the deepest part of the Arctic ice sheet.

The direction of the Bone Royal Court.

Chu Kuanglan turned his head sharply in the direction of her gaze.

All that could be seen was the distant, blurred outline of the skeletal royal court at the horizon.

A blazing, violent crimson beam of light burst through the dark clouds and gloom that shrouded the royal court, piercing straight into the deep night sky where the aurora flowed!
The light was so dazzling, so intense.

Even from such a great distance, the crimson light still illuminated Hua Jing's face, making it appear completely red.

It also instantly froze the remaining tenderness in her eyes into horror.

Bone Royal Court
what happened? !

(End of this chapter)