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

The first line of defense along the river was breached an hour later.

It's not that the soldiers weren't brave; it's that there were too many Kuroshio.

On the riverbank position in the northern section, a tank company ran out of ammunition in half an hour.

The commander ordered the vehicle abandoned, and the entire company of soldiers rushed into the swarm of insects, carrying grenades and Molotov cocktails.

Seventeen tanks lay sprawled haphazardly on the riverbank, resembling seventeen red-hot iron coffins.

The infantry positions in the southern section fared even worse.

The parasitic swarms and the liquid metal calamity launched a coordinated attack. The soldiers had to defend themselves against the bees and insects crawling into their mouths and noses, while also being wary of their comrades who had just been fighting side by side suddenly raising their guns.

After personally killing three parasitized subordinates, a platoon leader saved his last bullet for himself.

His second-in-command lunged to grab the gun, but three of his fingers were severed by the bolt.

The blood on the riverbank was so abundant that it turned the river water a dark red.

The water of the Yangtze River is red.

It wasn't the red of a sunset, but the dark red of congealed blood.

The soldiers upstream are still fighting desperately, while downstream the river has been filled with the corpses of the calamity, forming a black bridge.

Worms rolled around on the riverbed, mixing the mud and bones from the bottom of the water together.

A soldier saw the body of his comrade floating downstream, face down, his uniform bulging like a flag.

The central defensive line is the most solid.

Gu Yan and the other girls were all here.

However, the middle section also bears the greatest pressure.

The five figures did not split up; they led the main force of the Black Tide straight to the middle section, as if to crush the core of human resistance in one blow.

Gu Yan moved.

He leaped off the riverbank, his demon-slaying blade leaving a silver streak in the dim light.

He has only one goal.

The King of Calamity who stands at the forefront of the Black Tide, holding a scepter.

A burst of multicolored light erupted from the depths of his pupils, and a mental storm, carrying his blade, slashed towards the scepter.

The King of the Scepters raised his hand.

The black sphere spun at the top of the scepter, and an invisible force held Gu Yan's blade in mid-air.

The tip of the knife was only an inch from its chest, but that inch felt like an entire river.

Gu Yan gritted her teeth and unleashed her spiritual power.

The seven-colored light and the black mist collided wildly within that inch, and the air was compressed, producing a sharp crackling sound.

The soldiers on the river embankment saw two colors colliding on the river surface, like the sky and the earth closing together.

The King of the Scepter suddenly spoke.

Its sound was deep and ancient, like the tolling of a bell from the deepest part of the riverbed.

"Humans".

"Do you think you can win by killing me?"

Gu Yan did not answer.

He pushed the Mirror Flower Imperial Seal to its limit, and the seven-colored light forcefully tore through the black mist.

The Demon-Slaying Blade struck the King of the Scepters on the shoulder.

Black blood spurted out, splattering all over his face.

The King of Scepters let out a deep roar, and swept his scepter, sending him flying.

He flipped in mid-air, bracing his feet against the remnants of the river embankment, and bounced back.

The blade flashed again, this time striking its wrist.

The King of Scepters had a deep, bone-revealing wound split open on his right arm, from which black blood gushed, but he did not fall.

It glanced down at its wound, then gripped the scepter tightly with its other hand.

"not enough."

it says.

"Not nearly enough."

Lin Jinyu faced off against the giant whose entire body was engulfed in eerie green flames.

Golden flames spread out behind her, forming a sea of ​​fire, and she crashed into the giant like a burning meteor.

Two flames collided on the left wing, their golden and eerie green colors intertwining, turning half the sky a bluish-white.

She punched the giant in the chest, and the giant slapped her back.

She was thrown into the air, carving a furrow dozens of meters long on the riverbank. She got up, blood trickling from the corner of her mouth, but the golden light in her eyes shone even brighter.

She charged forward again, her fiery fist slamming into the giant's head.

The giant tilted its head, and green flames shot out from its wound, scorching half of her sleeve.

It did not die.

It grabbed her wrist and slammed her to the ground.

A deep crater was blasted open on the riverbank, and Lin Jinyu lay at the bottom of the crater, covered in blood, but she was still smiling.

"That's all the strength I have."

"She's nowhere near as good as Gu Yan."

She broke free from the giant's grasp, and golden flames exploded from her body, forcing the giant back several steps.

Pei Yuran faced off against the King of Ice Crystal Calamity.

Two men using ice started fighting on the right flank of the riverbank.

Pei Yuran's sword intent caused the entire river surface to freeze, and the ice layer spread outwards from her as the center.

The King of Ice Crystals shattered the ice with a single step, and with each breath it took, countless ice spikes condensed in the air and shot towards Pei Yuran.

Pei Yuran parried with her sword, and the ice spike shattered into powder upon impact with the blade.

She suddenly closed her eyes.

When she opened her eyes again, her pupils had turned an intense ice-blue color.

The ice crystals on the longsword grew wildly, spreading from the tip of the sword all the way to her entire arm.

She took a step forward, transforming into a streak of icy blue sword light, and stabbed towards the Ice Crystal King's chest.

The sword tip pierced the Ice Crystal King's outer shell and penetrated half an inch into its body.

But the King of Ice Crystals grabbed the sword, and that half inch could no longer go in.

With a backhand swing, it flung Pei Yuran away.

Pei Yuran steadied herself in mid-air and landed on the frozen river surface, where the ice cracked like a spiderweb beneath her feet.

Chiyomiya Hanyu faced off against the woman with the snake tail.

The snake-tailed woman was incredibly fast; her red shadow darted across the battlefield, leaving behind a patch of lifeless grayness with each passing moment.

Yuzuru chased after her, his pheasant-shaped sword drawing dark red arcs.

She laid down sealing arrays along the snake-tailed woman's movement path, one after another, like weaving a net.

The snake-tailed woman was trapped in the formation, emitting a sharp hiss.

Yuzuru stood outside the formation, his hands forming a mudra, chanting the sealing incantation passed down through the Chiyomiya family.

Her face grew paler and paler, but her voice remained steady.

The snake-tailed woman's tail suddenly lashed out, shattering half of the sealing array. Yu Sheng was thrown back by the backlash, and a trickle of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

But she didn't stop. She bit her fingertip and used her blood to draw a new talisman on the pheasant knife, and the dark red light on the blade shone brightly again.

Shen Youyao faced off against the old man in black robes.

The duel between two mental powerhouses was unseen by swords, yet it was more dangerous than any other battle.

The black-robed elder's mental attacks were like invisible needles, piercing Shen Youyao's consciousness from all directions.

Shen Youyao stood at the very front of the central defensive line, her eyes tightly closed.

Shen Youwei took over her body, and her blood-red eyes snapped open.

The combined mental power of the two people acted like a wall, deflecting all attacks aimed at them.

Then Youyao took back control of the body, transforming her concentrated spiritual power into an invisible spear, which she thrust into the depths of the black-robed elder's consciousness.

The black-robed old man's hood was blown off by the mental shock, revealing a face that was so withered that only bones remained.

Two points of eerie green light shone in its eye sockets.

The spear pierced its left eye.

It let out a sharp screech, covered its eyes, and took several steps back.

But it did not fall.

It slammed its cane on the ground, and more spiritual tentacles surged from its body.