The Professional Rankings, in twelve volumes, each bearing the name of my lord.

The Twelve Patriarchs descended upon Shangjing City, where a fierce battle was raging.

The twelve people went to twelve battle positions respectively, and without saying a word, they directly used the power of the Ancestral God Transformation to launch a devastating attack on the bandit Nan Shui Allied Army below.

Guangzu: "Well... Annihilation Death Ray."

The Radiant Ancestor's Divine Treasure, the Golden Light Ring, shone on his finger, with beams of black light piercing through the heavens and earth, drawing lines of explosive fire across the city.

All defensive equipment was penetrated.

All resistance skills were shattered.

The combined forces directly below were instantly wiped out by Guangzu's lightning-fast attack, with more than half of them wiped out.

Phantom Ancestor: "My illusion is impermanent~"

Huanzu pursed her cherry-like lips and gently blew on her divine treasure, the Dream Bubble Net.

Huge, colorful soap bubbles rained down on the battle zone.

Those who are affected have bloodshot eyes, cannot distinguish friend from foe, and begin to attack indiscriminately.

Sword Ancestor: "Sword Dragon!"

Flying swords descended from the distant sky, converging into a dragon that swept across the battlefield.

With a single swipe of its tail, the Stegosaurus caused skyscrapers to collapse, roads to sink, and groundwater to overflow, as if a giant monster were wreaking havoc on the city.

The Allied soldiers below crouched in the collapsed city, their fates uncertain.

Sword Ancestor: "The Demonic Sword Forges Blood!"

The Sword Ancestor's previous body was killed by Song Gua. Now, he is not flying around in the form of a sword; he still has a human body.

This human body was selected from among those dozens of divine transformations.

The black blade swept across the sky and then plunged towards the earth, its black and red crescent-shaped arc of light covering the entire world.

Large numbers of soldiers turned into a blood mist and were absorbed by him.

With the power of this blood, the Sword Ancestor's destructive power reached a new level.

Killer Ancestor: "Killing Intent Domain!"

Bone Ancestor: "The Underworld is unified!"

Spirit Ancestor: "The Great Art of Spirit Absorption!"

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Not all of the Twelve Ancestors were skilled in killing and attacking. For example, the Illusion Ancestor did not have many direct means of attack.

But they were still too strong.

Even if they weren't experts in combat, they still had ways to quickly and effectively kill the much weaker professionals below them.

Wan Jianyi was also in charge of a region.

While the rest of the capital was shrouded in a deathly cloud, he had not yet made a move; he simply stood in mid-air, sword in hand.

"Wan Jianyi, you and I are now inseparable. I never expected that your will would have an impact on me. You are indeed the most promising vessel in history."

Wan Jianyi snorted coldly and still made his move.

With a sweep of sword energy, buildings collapsed and houses crumbled, resulting in countless deaths and injuries.

Magnet Brother propped up the huge, sturdy metal fortress, deflecting Light Ancestor's attack.

Brother Ghost frantically summoned beasts, using a swarm of beasts to protect his soldiers.

The bandits recklessly rushed towards the Ancestral Divine Transformation in the air, using their flesh and blood to stop it.

"Why isn't that old thief coming to help?"

"Damn it, I got disconnected?!"

"Quickly call for help from other nearby rebel groups!"

"Distant water can't quench a fire nearby! These are the Twelve Ancestors! By the time they come to help, we'll all be dead! Only that old thief can help us right now!"

However, this was different from the dangers the bandits had encountered in the past.

This time, Song Gua did not come.

The warriors of the Southern Expedition continued their bitter battle amidst pools of blood.

Even with the invincible Twelve Ancestors above them and the capital's garrison taking advantage of the situation to launch a counterattack in front of them, they still tried their best to kill the enemy.

Ye Chen's vanguard suffered more than half its casualties, and he himself was seriously wounded, but he still gripped the communication equipment tightly in the trench.

"If we don't have enough people, we'll reduce the size of the organization: divisions become brigades, brigades become regiments, regiments become battalions... If we don't have enough equipment, we'll prioritize giving it to the able-bodied... Medical teams, prioritize evacuating the lightly wounded... For the seriously wounded, please don't forget, even if we die, we still have ways to severely injure them..."

The battle situation changed dramatically in less than ten minutes after the Twelfth Patriarch made his move.

The morale of the garrison in Shangjing City was greatly boosted, and they launched a large-scale counterattack to drive the bandit-supplied Nanshui Army out of the Shangjing area.

However, just when everyone thought the coalition forces had collapsed, violent explosions continued to rang out from the positions.

Each explosion was incredibly powerful, sending mushroom clouds rising continuously.

This is self-destruction.

"Damn! That almost killed me! How come there are so many self-destructing?"

"Nonsense! There are bandits in here!"

"It's not just the bandits who are self-destructing; the rebel soldiers are doing it too!"

"They've gone mad! Everyone's gone mad! The bandits have finally driven the whole world insane!"

The large-scale self-destruction tactic shocked all twelve patriarchs.

If they cannot kill these soldiers instantly, the latter will not hesitate to self-destruct after being severely wounded.

The entire city of Shangjing was a battlefield.

Whether you charge into the enemy ranks and self-destruct, or lie there pretending to be dead and waiting for the enemy to pass by, you can always take a bunch of enemies down with you.

Why didn't the Song hexagram come to the rescue?

The twelfth patriarch was also thinking about this issue.

They launched only one attack before stopping.

Sha Zu asked Guang Zu.

"Guangzu, this is not what you said!"

Guangzu was puzzled.

"Well... no, I'm sure. Song Gua is someone with an incredible ability to create clones. All the bandits are his clones! Furthermore, he can freely change positions between himself and his clones, and he can also freely retract his clones back into his body."

"According to you, there are two bandit kings here. They should have come to rescue us! Why aren't they here!"

The Twelve Patriarchs appear to be carrying out a large-scale massacre.

In reality, their target is still the Song hexagram.

The positions of the twelve men were carefully prepared.

As long as the Song hexagram appears, the twelve people can complete a combined attack.

While it may not be able to instantly kill Song Gua, it can at least give Song Gua a major beating.

This is a covert plan beneath their surface-level scheme.

But now, not only are their covert plans failing, but they are also wavering on their overt plans.

The original plan was to kill a group of people as a deterrent, and then surround and attack any reinforcements.

As a result, there was no sign of reinforcements arriving from the other side.

And this group of people became more and more violent in their self-destruction as they killed, to the point that they were all mentally paralyzed!

Will bandits be intimidated?

It's obviously impossible!

"Stop killing them! No one's coming to save them! Killing them all is a waste of effort!"

Guangzu sighed.

"Well... does this mean we're left with only this last option?"

Killing Ancestor's expression was grave.

"Therefore, stop killing. Keep more people alive so that we won't run out of manpower later."

"If that's the case, I'm even a little worried that what if they all commit suicide when they find out about our final move?"

"It's alright, the remaining population of the Federation is barely enough, but this damned war is still going on, so we need to prepare for the worst!"

Huan Zu was not happy.

"Waaah... I want to live for hundreds of millions more years, I don't want to die here."

Sword Ancestor said in a deep voice.

"There's no turning back now. Let's go back and prepare as soon as possible! This matter can't be delayed any longer!"

The twelfth patriarch departed just like that.

The garrison in Shangjing City was left completely bewildered.

Meanwhile, the combined forces of the Nanshui bandits launched a counterattack.

"Fight back!!"