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Chapter 435 Finally, they took the bait!
With a series of instructions issued.

The situation on the main battlefield began to change subtly and rapidly.

Without the presence and command of that fifth-tier royal species, the pseudo-royal Ghost Legion, already in chaos, became even more disorganized.

Despite their formidable individual strength, their ice abilities are a major headache.

However, after losing unified command and the deterrent effect of high-end combat power.

Their resistance seemed increasingly futile in the face of the Dawn Legion's soaring morale.

Chu Kuanglan and other fourth-tier experts moved among the various parts of the battlefield, wherever the resistance was fiercest, they were there.

The third-tier powerhouses below led the army.

It cleaned up the scattered remnants of the enemy like a comb.

Meanwhile, Chen Tao also received the latest instructions from the command center from the war correspondent team.

All the reporters immediately got busy again.

The expensive lenses that had just been aimed at the sinkhole all turned around again in unison.

Let's recapture that magnificent final battle scene below.

In the lens.

The battlefield situation is now clear.

The most conspicuous was the heavy equipment group led by Wei Banmeng.

Their heavy armor, crafted from special materials from the dead, remained as sturdy as ever after enduring intense and repeated battles, its surface covered with frost scratches and white marks left by sharp claws.

However, the warriors inside the armor...

Even though they were all second-tier martial arts masters, their physical strength was nearing its limit.

The heavy breathing could be faintly heard even through the mask.

Their pace was no longer as unstoppable as it had been at the beginning, like a mountain collapsing.

Instead, it became somewhat heavy.

Without needing many orders, this steel torrent began to withdraw in an orderly and slow manner from the center of the battlefield.

They maintained their disciplined formation, shields facing outwards, heavy weapons lowered.

They retreated step by step towards the coastline along the cleared path.

The final clearing operation on the island.

It was then handed over to the 30,000-strong vanguard group led by Chu Kuanglan, and the 20,000-strong rapid reaction force led by Lin Kang and Su Wanqing respectively.

Their task is no longer a sweeping breakthrough.

Instead, it involves a meticulous and relatively slow sweep to ensure that no one escapes.

Chu Kuanglan's performance attracted a lot of attention from reporters.

This was a fierce general who was usually carefree and full of heroic spirit.

At this moment, however, it reveals a completely different, meticulous side.

He was no longer confined to fighting in one place, but his blood and energy surged, and he continuously swept across the airspace of the battlefield at high speed, his eyes scanning every corner below.

"Third teams on the left, watch out for the ice spike barrage! Shield formation, push up!"

"Right wing squad, retreat! Encircle them! Don't be greedy and advance recklessly!"

"Medical team! There's a guy here with frostbite on his leg! Someone come quick!"

"Damn it! That ghost is about to self-destruct! Everyone scatter! Let me handle this!"

His roars echoed across the various local battlefields, sometimes serving as a reminder, sometimes as a command, and sometimes as a personal intervention.

The purpose is obvious.

Chu Kuanglan wanted to minimize unnecessary casualties, given that victory was already assured.

In the command room.

Jiang Qi watched Chu Kuanglan's firefighting tactics, which seemed somewhat out of character for him, through the screen. Her lips moved slightly, but she ultimately did not issue any instructions to intervene.

She understood that Chu Kuanglan's actions had slowed down the absolute speed of the complete clearing of the area.

However, efficiency and security sometimes need to be balanced.

At this moment, the latter is clearly of higher priority.

From the high vantage point, Arlene captured Chu Kuanglan's precise interventions and crisis resolutions through a telephoto lens. She couldn't help but smile teasingly, nudging Hua Jing, who was intently filming the infantry's coordinated advance below, with her elbow. She chuckled, "Hey, Hua Jing, I never thought your brute could be so gentle and considerate! Look how busy he is, like a mother hen."

Upon hearing this, Hua Jing paused slightly, her gaze shifting from the viewfinder for a moment.

She glanced at the busy crimson figure in the air, and two blushes immediately rose on her fair cheeks.

But instead of shyly denying it like a little girl, she smiled slightly with a hint of pride and softly replied, "He has always been very gentle."

After saying that, he immediately lowered his head again.

Pretend to be fully focused and continue filming.

Only her slightly reddened ears betrayed her feelings.

Just then, a new command came through everyone's earpieces: "War correspondent team, once the main battlefield footage is collected, immediately evacuate to the safe filming location according to the pre-arranged plan! Repeat, evacuate immediately!"

"understand!"

Chen Tao responded immediately, then urged loudly, "Hurry up! Let's wrap up! Disassemble the equipment! Handle it gently! We're going to the next location, the main course is about to be served!"

The reporters sprang into action immediately.

Skilled and quick disassembly and packing of various heavy equipment.

His movements were extremely swift.

On the battlefield below, besides fourth-tier powerhouses like Chu Kuanglan, there were also some elite third-tier squads.

The rest of the main force also began to retreat towards the coast like the receding tide, under the orders of officers at all levels.

As the soldiers retreated, they didn't forget to drag away the relatively intact or valuable corpses of the dead along the way; these were real merits and resources.

However, the island is quite large, and there are far too many corpses of the dead.

It's impossible to take all tens of thousands of people with you.

Soon, small mountains of corpses of the dead were piled up in the area along the coast where people were waiting to board the boats.

However, inside the island, especially in the central area, a large number of corpses still remain, lying haphazardly on the scorched or frozen ground.

A soldier, clearly a greenhorn, looked back at the spoils of war he hadn't had time to take with him in the distance, his face filled with heartache and reluctance, turning back every few steps.

Unable to resist, he complained to a relaxed veteran next to him, who was wiping ice shards off his battle axe, "Squad leader, this is such a waste of so many Tier 2 materials. How many contribution points would they be worth?"

Upon hearing this, the veteran chuckled, lightly tapped the recruit's helmet with the back of his axe, producing a crisp clang, and laughed and scolded, "Look at you, so pathetic! This is nothing! Not even an appetizer! Hurry up and get going, stop dawdling!"

The recruit covered his head, still somewhat puzzled: "Appetizers? These are all second-tier pseudo-royal beings! Tens of thousands of them!"

The veteran's face lit up with a look of reminiscence, which quickly turned into a proud expression of someone who had seen it all. He chuckled and said, "Tens of thousands? Kid, you haven't experienced the Arctic."

"Back then, the corpses of the dead covered the ice plains, stretching as far as the eye could see. We were so busy picking up the bodies that our hands were sore. In the end, we couldn't keep up, so we had to take the valuable ones! That was a real spectacle! Do you think the battlefield at sea would be any worse than the Arctic later on?"

The recruit's eyes widened in shock, the pain on his face instantly replaced by astonishment and longing. He hurriedly chased after the veteran, asking, "Really? Sergeant, tell me about the Arctic back then!"

"Talk as you walk! Keep up with the group!"

The veteran laughed heartily, shouldered his battle axe, and quickened his pace.

The troops boarded the assault boats that came to pick them up one after another.

Once back in the deep sea, the noisy island quickly became empty and silent.

Only Chu Kuanglan and all the other fourth-tier Martial Venerables remained, along with dozens of the strongest third-tier peak warriors.

The final, comprehensive inspection is still underway.

Eliminate the very few hidden or feigning death ghosts.

This process lasted about half an hour.

The final, dying wail of the ghost abruptly ceased.

The Bone Island in the entire Blackwater Vortex Sea was completely silent.

Chu Kuanglan flew out of a cave of bones. He shook off the icy blue blood stains on his gauntlets, looked around to make sure there were no more disturbances, and then flew towards the direction where the others were gathered.

The group gathered on a high bone cliff.

They all carried the murderous aura and faint smell of blood from the fierce battle, and their gazes were all turned to the sinkhole in the distance.

Lin Kang calmly said, "Let's go, we should leave too."

Lu Jiuyuan, Su Wanqing, and the others all nodded silently.

Chu Kuanglan turned to leave.

While scratching his messy hair, he muttered under his breath, "It feels like even though we've all become Martial Venerables, we still can't help Qingzi much."

Upon hearing this, the expressions of the surrounding fourth-tier Martial Venerables shifted slightly, and they fell into a brief silence.

A fourth-tier Martial Venerable can already be called a terrestrial immortal.

In any previous era, this would have been enough to establish a school of thought and intimidate a region; it was the pinnacle they once aspired to and pursued.

Hearing Chu Kuanglan's mutterings, Lin Kang's lips curled into a rare, faint smile. He glanced at him and said in a calm tone, "What? You think it's too slow? Why don't you try again and replicate the feat of rushing from the third rank to Martial Venerable in a few months, and try to reach the Martial God Realm in a few more months?"

Chu Kuanglan's face turned green instantly, and after a long pause, he said sullenly, "Old Lin, if you don't speak, no one will think you're mute."

Upon hearing this, Wei Banmeng, Su Wanqing, and the others around them couldn't help but turn their faces away, their shoulders trembling slightly, clearly trying their best to suppress their laughter.

No one said anything more, and their figures transformed into streaks of light.

They quickly left the island and flew towards the direction the submarine was diving.

……

now.

The edge of that enormous sinkhole.

Jiang Wei remained barefoot, suspended in mid-air, her skirt swaying slightly, her expression indifferent.

The kingfish, whose neck she had gripped in mid-air, had become extremely weak in its struggle due to prolonged suffocation and suppression of power, and its eyes were bloodshot.

All that remained was instinctive fear and despair at the prospect of death.

Just then, as if she had heard something, Jiang Wei slowly loosened her grip on Wang Zhong's neck.

The icy air rushed into Wang Zhong's lungs, which felt like they were about to burst.

This caused it to emit a series of violent and painful coughs and wheezes.

His pale face flushed an eerie red from the blood rushing to his head.

It looked at Jiang Wei with surprise and uncertainty.

It's unclear why this terrifying ancient god suddenly stopped killing.

Immediately afterwards, it heard two clear and cold words uttered from Jiang Wei's perfect lips:
"Call someone."

Wang Zhong was stunned for a moment, almost thinking he was hallucinating.

It suddenly raised its head.

He tried to glean some clue from those emotionless ruby ​​eyes.

Seeing that it was stunned, Jiang Wei frowned slightly, seemingly a little impatient, and repeated in a cold voice, "Call someone."

This time, Wang Zhong finally confirmed that he hadn't misheard.

Although I completely cannot understand why the other party would seek their own death.

But the strong will to survive and the thrill of impending revenge instantly overwhelmed it.

It clutched its still-painful neck with one hand, a ferocious and twisted smile appearing on its face.

Her voice, hoarse and unpleasant due to damage to her trachea, said, "Good! Good! Lady Nuba, you truly deserve to be called an ancient goddess."

After saying that, the royal species suddenly raised its head.

It let out a long howl.

Concentric rings of grayish-white ripples spread outwards in all directions from it.

……

at the same time.

Ten Haijiao-class submarines, carrying all the landing troops, had already silently submerged into the deep sea, hovering quietly in safe waters several kilometers away from the island.

Inside every submarine, whether in the compartments, corridors, or medical rooms, all the screens capable of displaying images were lit up, transmitting live footage from the war correspondents.

The soldiers, whether injured or not, held their breath and stared intently at the screen, waiting.

Inside the medical room, the wounded soldier was having his wounds treated, but he couldn't help looking up frequently.

Everyone was nervously anticipating the moment.

And at this moment, we can capture the best vantage point.

Naturally, it was Chen Tao's war correspondent team that was ordered to evacuate to a safe filming location.

They are currently located about two kilometers above Bone Island.

Lin Yu floated in the air, surrounded by a faint blue light, supporting the entire reporter team and their equipment.

On the outskirts of them, a third-tier apostle belonging to the Dawn Legion, with special abilities, was fully utilizing his power.

A unique field capable of distorting light and shielding perception.

To completely conceal their existence.

From the outside, this airspace appears completely empty.

There was only the flowing sea breeze and the high-altitude clouds.

All the reporters were extremely nervous and dared not even breathe.

The camera was fixed on the huge sinkhole on the distant island, and the two tiny figures on the edge of the sinkhole who determined the course of the battlefield.

The headphones they were wearing.

The conversations and sounds coming from the micro-device on Fang Qingyu near the sinkhole could be clearly heard.

It came from Wang Zhong's long cry for help.

Nearly half a minute has passed.

There was a deathly silence between the sea and the sky, with only the sound of the wind and the waves crashing against the edge of the island.

In this suffocating wait...
Click, click, click.
A very faint sound rang out.

It looked as if some enormous piece of glass was slowly freezing and shattering.

All the reporters felt a chill run down their spines at the same time.

The camera tilted up slightly, almost unconsciously.

The sky directly above the island, which was originally leaden gray, began to look strange.

The clouds seemed to be instantly frozen by an invisible force of extreme cold, ceasing to drift.

Instead, it solidified into a rough, uneven mirror of ice crystals.

This ice mirror is extremely large, almost covering the entire island and the surrounding sea.

The mirror surface shimmered with light.

It reflects distorted and blurry dark light and shadow.

Immediately afterwards, the ice crystal mirror surface rippled like water.

A blurry human face slowly emerged from the center of the mirror.

Those lifeless eyes.

It seems to be piercing through the void.

He coldly surveyed everything beneath the mirror.

Fang Qingyu, standing in the darkness near the sinkhole, raised his head slightly, looked at the face in the mirror, and murmured softly.

"Finally, they took the bait."

(End of this chapter)