I raised stunning young ladies, but they all wanted to possess me.

Then the Titans arrived.

Three heads.

Their feet pounded on the basin floor, each step leaving a footprint several meters deep, which was instantly filled with black blood and the blood of human soldiers.

The first Titan raised its arm and slammed it down on the densest part of the tank formation, turning more than a dozen tanks, along with the artillerymen who were loading ammunition, into a pile of iron dust.

The second Titan unleashed a dark red beam from deep within its chest, slicing clean cracks in the ground wherever it passed, and cleaving a diving attack helicopter in two.

The third Titan charged directly toward the last line of defense at the pass, its feet stomping on the mountain of corpses, crushing the still-wounded into a bloody pulp.

It was at this moment that Sakamoto Shingo stood up.

The Sword Saint of the Sakura Country, ranked tenth on the combat power list, has a full head of silver hair tied into a short ponytail at the back of his head.

He was wearing a faded, old-fashioned kendo uniform, with an ancient sword without a tsuba (handguard) lying across his waist.

He walked to the center of the pass and held the ancient sword horizontally in front of him.

It passed right under the Titan's massive hand, its blade cleaving a crack in its knee joint.

Then he stepped onto its arm, ran wildly up its shoulder, and slashed it through the top of its head, exiting from its jaw.

The first Titan's head exploded, spraying black blood into the air and staining the kendo uniform black.

The second Titan's giant hand intercepted him in mid-air.

He was slammed into the mountainside on the side of the pass, rocks shattered, and dust billowed into the sky.

Before the dust had settled, he crawled out of the rubble again. His left arm was broken, all his ribs were fractured, but his right hand, which was holding the knife, remained as steady as a rock.

He stabbed the Titan in the heart.

The blade couldn't reach the heart.

Titan's chest cavity was too thick.

Titan lowered his head, and a dark red beam of light engulfed him.

After the beam of light went out, only the ancient sword broken into three pieces remained on the stone slab at the pass, its hilt stained with blood, the family crest carved on it.

Sakamoto Shingo's disciples rushed out of the bunker, picked up his broken sword, and without crying, simply reinserted the broken sword into the crack in the stone slab where he had fallen, then pulled out their own swords to guard the gap in his place.

Gu Yan was the first to rush to the side of the Sword Saint's body.

Kneeling down in front of the old man with a full head of silver hair, I reached out and very gently closed his eyes, which were still gazing at the sky.

Pick up the three broken swords and place them on the swordsman's chest, letting his hand rest on the hilt.

Then he stood up, and in that instant, a seven-colored light exploded silently deep within his pupils, transforming into an overwhelming mental storm.

One head, two heads, three heads.

The three steel giants that were rushing towards the southern gap stopped at the same time.

The sound of gears meshing in their chests stopped abruptly, and the dark red flames in their eye sockets flickered and struggled violently before going out. When they lit up again, they had turned into a rainbow of colors.

They all turned around in unison, their arm beam launchers aimed at the skeletal knight formation that was attacking the flank, sweeping the skeletal knights down in droves.

Han Jae-hee rushed out after Sakamoto Shingo fell.

Captain of the East Asia Theater Lightning Commando Team, ranked eleventh on the combat power list.

Her speed is unmatched among superhumans of the same level.

Each sprint leaves an afterimage in the air.

Her commando team followed her out of the southern forest, their target the second Titan that was moving eastward toward the pass.

She seized the opening that Shingo Sakamoto had cleaved with his life, and her dagger pierced the crack in the Titan's left knee joint. The remaining left leg pushed off the ground and continued to charge, piercing the wound in its abdomen that had been blasted open by the rune cannonball.

During her third sprint, her right leg was severed by the force of the palm strike.

She used the dagger to support herself on the stone ground, dragging her remaining upper leg as she continued to crawl. When she reached the Titan's feet, she plunged the dagger into the crevice of its ankle joint.

The Titan's massive hand slammed down, and she released her dagger and rolled away.

It only rolled halfway.

Another giant hand swept in from the side, slapping her across the waist and sending her flying.

His back slammed against the mountain wall, and the crisp sound of his spine breaking could be heard even on the battlefield.

She fell to the ground and did not get up again.

His face was pale, and his eyes were fixed on the Lightning Commando flag still planted on the position above the pass.

"Rush."

She only said that one word.

The vice-captain took over command and led the remaining team members to continue the charge.

Someone glanced back at her; she had already closed her eyes, her hand still pointing in the direction of the pass.

The team flag was still flying, though several corners had been torn apart by artillery fire, but it hadn't fallen.

Chiyo Miya Rei's wheelchair is no longer there.

The former chief priestess, who had been in seclusion for decades, detonated herself along with the remaining sealing power when she was surrounded by a horde of skeletal dragons.

A silvery net of light emanated from her withered, aged fingertips, enveloping the entire skeletal dragon horde above the pass.

The dragon breaths of those giants collided with the light net like a torrential rain hitting a steel plate, creating countless echoes, but the light net did not retreat.

She was still pouring spiritual energy into it, the veins on the back of her old hands bulging, and the two extremely faint silver lights in her deep-set eyes shone brightly.

The light net tightened one last time, crushing all the flying calamities gathered in the canyon.

Then her eyes dimmed, and she leaned back quietly in her chair like a candle blown out by the wind.

The young apprentice priestess knelt by the door of the evacuation transport plane, clutching her clothes, her whole body trembling with sobs.

After the light network flickered for the last time, she heard a voice whisper in her mind.

Live well.

Xuanweizi leaped out of the pass at the last moment of his life.

The former leader of the Kunlun Sword Sect, who is said to have reached the pinnacle of swordsmanship, uses his body as a sword, with sword energy erupting from within his body.

The sword energy swept across the pass and enveloped the entire canyon.

The three-headed Titan was pierced through the chest, and its massive body crashed backward, crushing the charging steel colossus.

His body was suspended in mid-air, his white clothes were covered in blood, his left hand was still making a sword gesture, and his eyes were still open, looking in the direction of the pass.

Then it began to dissipate.

From fingertips to shoulders, from toes to head, countless pale golden specks of light were scattered by the wind and landed on the still-burning artillery fire below the pass.

The sky above the pass was illuminated for several full seconds.

Li Xuanzhen and Pei Youyi stood side by side on the last line of defense at the pass.

The white-haired, ancient martial arts elder formed hand seals, and the ancient martial arts true meaning shield extended from the left to the right of the pass, covering the entire defensive line.

The light that exploded when the dragon's breath hit the shield was more dazzling than daytime, and his body trembled violently with each impact.

After dozens of dragon breaths, cracks appeared in the shield.

Then cracks began to appear on his own body.

Starting from the fingertips, like shattered porcelain, the cracks spread along the arm to the chest, with a pale golden light shining through them.

He glanced back at the last transport ship that was slowly taking off and withdrawing, then used his remaining right palm to condense his life's cultivation into a final golden light and slammed it into the ground below the pass.

The golden light exploded, shattering the entire swarm of worms on the east side of the pass.