What? You opened a resort on the battlefield of all races?

Time slips away, little by little.

Han Ran, still immersed in the final kiss, finally sensed that something was wrong.

The imagined pain did not fail to arrive.

Not only was there no pain, but even the pungent, eerie wind and the foul stench emanating from the alien race all vanished.

On the contrary, it's a bit hot?

Han Ran's eyelashes trembled suddenly as she carefully opened her bloodshot eyes, her eyes still tightly closed.

The sight before her left her stunned.

Four purple-gold flame-shaped stone walls rose from the ground, firmly protecting her and the dying Fan Rui in her arms in the very center.

Outside the wall of fire, the Blade Demon's roar was mournful and tragic.

Those low-ranking alien races who tried to break through the wall of fire didn't even have time to scream before they were instantly burned to ashes the moment they touched the purple-gold flames.

Less than ten steps away from the two, a tall figure stood proudly.

He was covered in armor blazing with purplish-gold flames, and he was pulling a long sword, also engulfed in purplish-gold flames, from the chest of the Nine Heavens Realm Ghost Night Demon who had nearly killed them.

The black blood that was drawn out was evaporated into nothingness by the high temperature on the blade before it even hit the ground.

The unsupported demon collapsed with a crash, kicking up a cloud of dust.

The man turned around.

A familiar face wore a bright, almost punchable smile, revealing a set of pearly white teeth. He raised his left hand and casually waved it in the air.

"Hi~"

Seeing Han Ran standing there dumbfounded, the young man raised an eyebrow and grinned.

"Hey girl, you were so engrossed in your kiss just now, didn't you see it?"

"This demonic night demon was about to open its mouth to bite you, but then it realized that you opened your mouths first."

"Even the kids were stunned."

Hearing that familiar, cheeky teasing, Han Ran forced back the tears that were welling up in her eyes.

"Liu Bo?!"

She stared wide-eyed in disbelief, her gaze passing over Liu Bo and looking toward the battlefield outside the firewall.

Through the flickering firelight, several equally familiar figures were wreaking havoc on the battlefield.

"Yu Rou, Sister Jing, you're both here?"

On the battlefield, Rong Jing wore a tight-fitting combat uniform and held a three-meter-long crimson whip in her hand.

With a flick of the wrist, the long whip, like a nimble venomous snake, whipped through the air with a piercing sonic boom.

"Slap! Slap! Slap!"

The sky was filled with the flashing shadows of whips. Each strike exploded into clouds of blood mist among the alien races, turning more than a dozen blade demons who tried to approach into flying chunks of flesh.

Hearing Han Ran's shout, Rong Jing swatted away one of the alien creatures, turned around, and grinned at Han Ran inside the wall of fire.

"Alright, stop staring like an idiot."

Rong Jing raised her chin and pointed at the man in Han Ran's arms, "Let's hurry back to the resort."

"Your brother Fan Rui is barely breathing; things aren't looking good. If this drags on any longer, he might really be heading to the underworld."

A word to awaken the dreamer.

"Thanks."

Han Ran sniffed hard and thanked him softly.

Without uttering a single word, she forcefully reattached her severed right arm, tightly wrapped her arms around Fan Rui's waist with one hand, and swiftly pulled out the return scroll from her waist, tearing it open.

"Buzz!"

A dazzling beam of teleportation light shot into the sky, completely enveloping the two of them.

Just as his body was about to be pulled away by the power of space, Han Ran raised his head, his gaze passing over the burning purple-gold wall of fire, and looking towards the distance of the battlefield.

The sky brightened.

One after another, dazzling beams of teleportation light tore through the thick leaden clouds, raining down on the ravaged land.

It was like a magnificent meteor shower, exceptionally beautiful.

As the beam of light dissipated, countless fully armed human warriors, accompanied by deafening battle cries, stormed onto the battlefield.

The flags of the five prefectures fluttered in the strong wind.

The clash of swords and the flash of blades converged into a torrent of steel, crashing fiercely into the alien army's formation and abruptly halting their rout.

The defense line seems to have stabilized...

……

The scene shifts to the very back of the battlefield.

Here, the dense, inky demonic energy surged and billowed, obscuring the sky and the sun.

A throne made of countless bones floats silently in mid-air.

On the throne, Aro changed into a magnificent dark purple robe and leaned lazily against the back of the bone chair.

He crossed his right leg over his left, propped one cheek on his hand, and tapped his knee repeatedly with the other.

His face showed no trace of the seriousness one would expect from a commander leading an army; instead, it was filled with the interest of someone watching a show.

He narrowed his eyes, looking at the battle line in the distance that was being held back by the Five Prefectures Allied Forces, and made a "tsk tsk" sound of amazement.

"Humans have a constitution that... makes them a bit sensitive."

Aro chuckled softly, his tone tinged with a hint of teasing.

"The slightest touch elicits such a strong reaction."

"The resistance is fiercer than I expected. Judging from the countless figures flying through the air, there must be a force equivalent to four or five of their prefectures."

Below the throne, two attendants dressed in black robes, resembling messengers, stood respectfully, not daring to raise their heads.

Hearing Aro's mutterings, the messenger on the left stepped forward, bowing even lower, his tone revealing a hint of cautious probing.

"Lord Aro... this is, after all, the territory of the Demon King of Xilin."

"Shouldn't we... really not inform the Demon King of Xilin beforehand?"

Aro's fingers, which were tapping his knee, suddenly stopped.

He curled his lip and let out an undisguised sneer.

"Notify him?"

Aro rolled his eyes. "Who knows where he's gone to smash rocks?"

He sat up straight and waved his hand dismissively.

"The Demon Emperor has already stated that we need not concern ourselves with him."

At this point, Aro's gaze suddenly shifted, his sharp eyes landing on the two envoys.

A playful smile curved his lips as he asked with great interest:

"You've been with me for a while now."

"Do you even know the biggest difference between me and that muscle-bound brute, Xilin?"

The air froze instantly.

"Your subordinate does not know."

The messenger refused to answer this potentially fatal question.

Looking at his two subordinates who were silent as cicadas in fear, Aro curled his lip in boredom.

He then extended his long, slender finger and pointed to the distant battlefield, where the fighting raged but the lines of battle were now completely secure.

"See?"

"The human race has now received strong reinforcements. With the combined forces of the five prefectures, they repelled our first wave of attack."

"They're riding high right now, aren't they?"

The messenger swallowed hard and nodded like a chick pecking at rice.

With the strong intervention of the five prefectures' reinforcements, the originally unstoppable alien army was indeed brought to a firm halt in its offensive.

Aro stood up, opened his arms, took a deep breath of the air mixed with the smell of blood, and showed an almost obsessive expression on his face.

"At this moment, if it were Xilin, he would definitely be jumping up and down cursing, wishing he could take matters into his own hands."

"This is the kind of art that idiot will never understand."

He lowered his voice, his tone revealing a morbid fanaticism.

"To ruthlessly extinguish their newly nascent hopes, bit by bit. Is there anything more wonderful in this world than this?"

Arro paced back and forth in the hall, his eyes growing brighter and brighter, as if he could already see the masterpiece he had personally directed unfolding.

"In particular, it was their own allies who extinguished their hope."

"Imagine that scene... when those human warriors, believing they've been saved, are cheering and jumping for joy. When they let their guard down and confidently place their backs on their comrades fighting alongside them."

He turned around abruptly and clenched his fists tightly.

"When they discovered that their comrade-in-arms, who had just been bleeding and sweating alongside them, had suddenly turned into a cannibalistic enemy!"

Aro burst into laughter, the sound echoing through the thick demonic energy, sending chills down one's spine.

"Eyes wide with horror, throat slit in bewilderment. Dying with endless despair and betrayal..."

"This, isn't it the most wonderful way to die?"

Aro paid no attention to the signs of defeat that the alien army was beginning to show on the front lines.

He didn't even have the intention of sending another soldier to provide support.

Arro is like a master chess player sitting in front of the chessboard, having already controlled the entire game, coldly observing the futile struggles of the pieces.

He was certain that his plan was flawless, and he was just waiting to personally detonate the hidden bomb.

until--

The situation changed abruptly.

On the battlefield ahead, the number of alien races did not decrease due to the human race's slaughter; instead, it began to increase wildly in a bizarre way!

The earth trembled violently.

One after another, alien races with bodies as large as mountains roared as they smashed through rocks, crushing into the battlefield like bulldozers.

In the sky, hundreds and thousands of flying alien races tore through the clouds, swooping down like an inverted dark cloud.

Further back, several terrifying pressures carrying the power of the peak of the Nine Heavens Realm rose into the sky.

This sudden turn of events finally caused Aro, who was on the throne, to put away his smile.

He raised an eyebrow, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.

"That guy Xilin...came to join the fun?"

Aro stroked his chin, a curious glint in his eyes.

"Alright."

Arro sat back on the throne, adjusted to a comfortable position, and once again curled his lips into that arrogant, cold smile.

"It'll show him the difference, so he'll be convinced and convinced in the future."