After I stopped trying, a rich woman trained me into a demon emperor.

The second volley followed immediately.

Xiao Hongli tapped the ore slab on the dispatching console, her voice as cold and hard as if she were reading a quarterly financial report.

"Second round, shift by fifteen degrees to cover their retreat route. Sister Chen, from which route will their reinforcements come?"

"The demonic vein passage in the northeast direction experienced a large-scale energy fluctuation just four quarters of an hour ago."

Chen Ya flipped through the military register, her finger pointing to a certain line of data.

"The reinforcements number approximately 30,000, led by two peak-stage Nascent Soul cultivators."

"Move the third group of secondary guns over there to block the exit of the passage."

"receive."

Mingcang responded and ran off to relay the order, his footsteps carrying an uncontrollable excitement.

After three rounds of salvo, the vanguard of the Eastern Front had its edge cut by 30%.

The remaining demon soldiers broke formation and scattered all over the ground.

On the city wall, Bloodlust, holding the Ancestral Blood Spear, looked at the carnage on the eastern plains, chewing the jerky in his mouth for a long time without swallowing it.

She turned her head and glanced in the direction of the command center.

"Reducing the loss rate from 30% to less than 10%, is that what you call managing logistics?"

My throat feels a little dry.

"This is clearly like dislocating the enemy's leg before handing me the knife."

Huanyin leaned against the city wall, her dark red pupils reflecting the vast expanse of blue-white light, and the corners of her lips slowly turned upwards.

"What did I say again?"

Their minds are sharper than 90% of generals'.

The situation on the western front took a turn for the better a quarter of an hour later.

The elite forces of the Asura Realm launched a spatial teleportation attack.

Six thousand six-armed Asura warriors vanished simultaneously into the earth's vein fissures, attempting to leap through space to directly penetrate the southern wing of Nine Nether City.

However, they jumped out not from below the south wing city wall, but from a lava wasteland in the heart of the Boundless Domain, where magma surged.

Lin Qingxue locked onto the frequency of the spatial anchor point three breaths before they initiated the teleportation.

Based on this frequency, Chen Ya traced back to the coordinates of the teleportation array's exit.

Xiao Hongli glanced at the coordinates and drew two lines on the ore slab.

"Move the exit into the lava field. Is that possible?"

Huan Yin's voice came from the military register, carrying an unexpected smile for the first time.

"The Realm of No Form is my territory."

"Change the coordinates of a teleportation exit; give me two breaths."

Six thousand Asura soldiers were directly teleported into a lava pool with a temperature of 1,000 degrees Celsius.

There was no fighting, no bloodshed; the distance between the entrance and the exit was the distance between the grave and the battlefield.

The moment it fell into the lava, the Shura Blade Soldier's armor was destroyed by the extreme heat, and its six arms were swallowed by the magma before it could even swing its blade.

The surging red light flashed briefly beneath the surface of the Boundless Realm before fading into silence.

Six thousand elite troops were wiped out.

When the news reached the ears of the Great Emperor of the Asura Realm, a furious roar that shattered the ground for three miles echoed through the void.

On the city walls of Jiuyou City, the guards looked at each other.

They witnessed the entire battle. From beginning to end, not a single demon soldier left the city to fight.

All the killings came from that inconspicuous side hall behind the city wall.

Three women from Earth: one in charge of scheduling, one in charge of intelligence, and one in charge of location tracking.

Even combined, they couldn't even reach the Qi Refining stage of cultivation.

But with the account loopholes they discovered in forty-seven steps, the fire coverage areas they drew with a pen, and the spatial frequencies they locked with the remaining magic eyes, they managed to build a defensive line that was more difficult to cross than any formation in front of a million-strong army.

Qin San stood on the city wall, leaning on his injured leg, staring blankly in the direction of the command room. After opening his mouth for a long time, he finally blurted out a sentence.

"Are these three people that the Emperor retrieved from Earth... even human?"

Bone silenced his voice in response.

"Don't ask anymore."

"The answer is that she's the Emperor's woman."

Zhou Ran ignored the whispers of his subordinates.

His gaze pierced through the smoke and demonic aura filling the sky, fixed on the unmoving black-gold pillar of light in the northern sky.

The fourth entity of the Imperial Court has not yet made a move.

Both the Heavenly Demon Emperor and the Asura Emperor only sent vanguards to probe the enemy; their main forces were still stationed at the rear.

This round of defense was well executed, but Zhou Ran knew very well that the system built by the three women from Blue Star could deal with the vanguard, but not with the Emperor personally taking action.

really.

The sky above the northern horizon began to distort violently under his gaze.

The black-gold pillar of light suddenly expanded, its diameter increasing from ten zhang to a hundred zhang, tearing the entire northern sky into a huge black-gold vortex.

The fourth clone of the Imperial Court slowly took a step back.

He is not the main character.

In the center of the vortex, a figure several times larger than the fourth sub-body was coalescing.

The figure had no black and gold armor, no mask, and no vortex.

A human face.

Male, with features so cold and stern they bordered on cruel, deep-set eyes, and pupils of pure dark gold.

He wore a black robe with indistinct patterns, stood barefoot in the void, and had no adornments on his body.

But every inch of the void beneath his feet shattered silently.

The space itself could not withstand his presence and began to disintegrate on its own.

The figure hadn't even fully descended yet; it was only the moment its outline appeared that the last two layers of the Nine Nether City's protective array simultaneously went silent.

It wasn't shattered.

Someone walked into a room and casually turned off the light. It was that simple.

Everyone on the city wall held their breath at the same moment.

The emperor's son.

It is not a secondary body.

The true form.

Zhou Ran had met the imperial prince three times in his life.

The first time was the projection of the famous official, separated by countless dimensions. The power of just one finger was enough to overwhelm even the three peak Tribulation Transcending experts working together.

The second time was with the third clone. He used all his trump cards, burned 1,400 years of his lifespan, and ruined the White Bone Pen before he could barely kill a clone.

The third time is now.

The true form.

The prince stepped out of the vortex with his right foot and onto the void of the sixth heaven.

Where the bare foot landed, spatial wrinkles spread outwards from him in all directions.

He didn't project his cultivation aura outwards, but everyone present could sense it...

Absolute suppression that is a whole realm higher than the Tribulation Transcending Realm.

A legendary level of entry barrier.

Xiao Hongli's voice, which was about to give the order for the fourth salvo, caught in her throat and she couldn't say it.

She sat stiffly behind the control panel, her pen slipping from her fingers and bouncing twice on the ore slab.

It's not fear. It's that every cell in my body is rejecting the existence of that thing.

That wasn't a person, not a god, not even a living being. It was a rule written in the underlying code of the universe.

You can't reason with it, just like you can't convince your heart to stop beating.

Chen Ya was in even worse shape; she slid off the chair and onto the floor, scattering military brochures everywhere.

Lin Qingxue coughed violently on the soft couch, the remaining Dharma eyes emitting an overloaded, sharp buzzing sound.

The imperial prince glanced around the Nine Nether City walls and casually followed along, reviewing a substandard report.

Then his attention settled in the direction of the command room.

"interesting."

The prince spoke.

His voice was completely different from the third clone's; it lacked a metallic quality and carried a nonchalant laziness.

"No wonder so many people were killed in the vanguard."

"You hired a few mortals who can't cultivate to fight for you?"

He raised his right hand, his index finger slightly bent.

There was no fluctuation of magic power, no release of rules, just a casual flick of the finger.

But Zhou Ran's pupils suddenly contracted...

He clearly "saw" the trajectory of that flick of the finger using his early-stage Void Refinement perception.

What the Emperor fired was not power, but a rule.

"No ordinary person shall exist on the battlefield."

This rule will be directly embedded into the underlying logic of the Sixth Heaven using the authority of the Imperial Prince. Once implemented, it will affect everyone in the command center who lacks cultivation...

Xiao Hongli, Chen Ya... will be erased by the rules themselves.

It's not about killing, it's about directly deleting it from the concept of "existence".