You call this the way of the sword?

Fengtian's team did not disband. The moment Yang Qingfeng made his move, the others received a kill notification that sent chills down their spines.

[Defeat level 43 Blade Wheel Demon, experience +189000]

[Battle Merit +200]

[Killed a level 46 player...]

[Killed a level 49 player...]

[Killed a level 41 player...]

The constantly popping-up messages emitted a faint red glow in the calm yet profound battlefields.

This is a trivial matter, something I've often seen in my past cultivation experiences.

However, the earth was shaking. The gale had weakened by the time it arrived, but it was still fierce. Looking towards Huicheng from all directions, one could see that the sky was very dark and heavy, with purple lightning flashing and gradually turning red.

The rules of the battlefield continue to evolve, accelerating as the number of those who cross the river increases. The wind blowing in their faces gradually becomes like a scalpel, dissecting the true face of the battlefield.

Could those small-scale team battles of the past be considered war?

At this moment, the group from Fengtian, though not in the same place, were thinking of the same question, and the answer was no: small-scale group battles could only be called racial conflicts.

Yang Qingfeng's purpose in establishing Fengtian was to provoke a real war.

They had previously underestimated the war, even to the point of naivety. They also realized that the reason why Fengtian could force the demon race to cross the river was not because of the present moment.

"Senior Brother Qingfeng... is terrifying."

In a separate team communication session, Xiao Bingning's voice trembled slightly.

Jiang Yuan said heavily, "After this battle, he will face full-scale attacks from the alien races."

Qiao Wanyi laughed and said, "That's why Fengtian's existence has meaning. Brother Qingfeng is so smart. Wearing a mask to fight the enemy allows him to fight freely while also concealing himself."

Lin Tong complained, a little aggrieved, "Your brother Qingfeng can't hear you right now, so please drop the word 'brother' for now, or just call me brother Lin Tong."

Qiao Wanyi retorted angrily, "Go to hell!"

Xiao Bingning gasped, "We're being attacked! A lot of people, and they have a battle flag—it's the Sand Mountain stronghold!"

The Sand Mountain outpost was one of the forward outposts of the Yu Xia dynasty.

This news was like a thunderbolt, leaving the clever minds of Fengtian buzzing.

Before the attack in Fengtian, the Pingchuan battlefield was in a state of long-term peace. Although this peace was still accompanied by conflict, battles such as the attack and defense of strongholds had not occurred for a long time.

Even during the great war that broke out last year, I haven't heard of any strongholds participating.

In other words, the Pingchuan battlefield may have fully erupted.

Upon further reflection, the sudden emergence of Fengtian was of profound significance, like an ancient and bloody key that completely unlocked the true nature of the long-sealed war between the five tribes.

"How...how is the battle going?"

Jiang Yuan's breathing also became rapid.

Xiao Bingning spoke somewhat incoherently: "A warship crashed into the demon clan's stronghold and exploded along with the stronghold's formation. The demon clan swarmed out, and a chaotic battle ensued. The Sand Mountain battle flag grew larger, and it seemed like there were military personnel among them. The one waving the flag was the Sand Mountain's commander!"

Naturally, the stronghold attack and defense battle could not have been started by ordinary cultivators; it must have been led by the military. However, the military's intervention meant that the fact was established, and the war had completely broken out.

In fact, Fengtian and the others had followed Yang Qingfeng to destroy more than a dozen strongholds and should have long been used to the brutal fighting between the enemy and their own forces. However, judging from Xiao Bingning's tone, she was not used to it.

What she saw was a chaotic melee between the two sides, with screams and roars surging like waves. Countless skill barrages merged together, clashing against each other. Most of the participants were not instantly killed, but were crippled and suffering unbearable injuries throughout the entire battlefield.

In comparison, Yang Qingfeng's devastating blow was actually a form of mercy.

Xiao Bingning didn't say anything more.

Where no one could see her, she removed her mask and leaned against a rock, vomiting for a while.

At the same time, the escape intensified in the two remaining strongholds of the Green Lion Clan.

Like a sudden, deadly virus, it should have brushed past me, harmed others, or simply disappeared. But when everyone let their guard down, it suddenly made a comeback.

Not only did they destroy Yuncheng, but they also seamlessly razed Huicheng to the ground.

Yuncheng and Huicheng are both strongholds of the Green Lions, which makes the demons and ghosts suspect that Fengtian has a blood feud with the Green Lions. Therefore, the Green Lions can no longer stay in these two remaining strongholds no matter what.

Duan Kang sat under the eaves next to the teleportation array, watching the frantically fleeing crowd with a numb expression.

In his heart, despair dominated, but other complex and indescribable emotions were also brewing.

Before him, a real-time strategic map was flashing.

This is a local map created by imitating the craftsmanship of the Terran race. It does not cover the entire plain, but it is sufficient for individuals or small groups to support their combat needs.

In addition, there was a field order.

The order was concise, consisting of just two sentences: "Notify the entire army that a full-scale war has commenced in Pingchuan. All new recruits and volunteers are to cease all activities, assemble at designated locations, and await orders to attack."

On the map, the icons representing Yuncheng and Huicheng have disappeared, and there are some scattered dots moving around. Others don't know what they are, but Duan Kang knows that they are their rescuers.

Logically speaking, the predecessors who survived the ordeal should all be seasoned veterans, and suppressing Fengtian should have been a piece of cake for them. But why... are they also disappearing?

Although it didn't disappear very quickly, Fengtian was nipped in the bud as soon as it appeared.

However, it seems that Fengtian can't kill them all; one after another, they keep coming back. It's no different from seeing a ghost.

"There are only about a hundred of them, why has it taken so long? Can't they just solve it all at once?"

Duan Kang was the only one who had seen the "full picture" of Fengtian. He would never forget the scene of hundreds of Fengtian leaders standing above Yacheng for the rest of his life. At the same time, he also realized that there was something strange about the Huicheng battlefield.

There must be something strange about this, otherwise it wouldn't have been dragged on for so long, and the person who tried to cross over would have been dragged to death.

"This war... cannot be fought..."

Duan Kang didn't know if he had reached this conclusion by staying rational or because he was afraid of dying. In any case, he didn't set off to assemble for a long time, and even contacted his family, trying to get help from his family to escape the battlefield.

Ultimately, the family's advice for survival was to "remove the battle scars."

Among the demon race, when facing racial wars, the honor and disgrace of individuals and families are secondary. Influenced by various alliances and oaths, even the power of the family cannot separate Duan Kang.

If one insists on doing it, it can be done at some cost, but the larger the family, the less one should do such a thing, otherwise it will give others a handle against them, and will eventually bring disaster to the entire family.

Therefore, the best approach is to remain on the battlefield while simultaneously staying away from it.

For Duan Kang, who was completely lost, his family's advice was like a lighthouse in the darkness, not only helping him dispel the fog but also pointing him in the right direction.

This also exposed a fact—his family knew about Pingchuan's situation and did not think a full-scale war would end well, which is why they allowed him to prioritize survival.

In other words, this all-out war was not initiated by our side. Although we had been preparing for it for half a year, the human race still seized the initiative.

In this full-scale war, our side was on the defensive and in a hasty manner.

The rookie volunteer army was still ordered to wait for the attack, a madness that is chilling to contemplate.