Xing Tie: Wait a minute! How come Weng Xing has two saviors?

As the rain intensified, the sound intertwined with the deep rumble of the surging black tide in the distance, mixed with the lingering smell of rust and blood from the battlefield, weighing heavily on everyone's breath.

In the mud, a veteran of the Suspended Peak, covered in wounds, suddenly turned around.

Chapter 115 War is never beautiful, nor is it child's play.

The wrinkles on his face were as deep as if carved by a knife, and rainwater mixed with blood streamed down his forehead.

He grabbed the tall, handsome man behind him, his arm trembling slightly from the force.

"Why did you just step back!" The veteran's roar even drowned out the sound of the rain; each word seemed to be torn from the depths of his chest.

"Do you know that because of your momentary hesitation... Tinlun paid the price of one hand to pull the battle line back! He can no longer hold a shield!"

The new recruit in Naohma was pale, and rain streamed down his sharply defined cheeks.

His lips trembled, and he could barely utter a complete sentence: "I...I'm sorry! I...I want to go home. I volunteered to come to the front lines, but...war...it's nothing like the poems portray it; it's not romantic at all..."

"You're only finding out now, Ohmma kid?! Did you think war was some grand performance?"

Do you think that the war will end after the two sides have performed a few fancy dances and struck a few eye-catching poses on the battlefield and had a few laughs and fights?

You're wrong! War is a bloody massacre! People die! Hands and feet are severed, flesh and blood fly everywhere! Bright red blood really flows! Life really does vanish before your eyes!

What do you think war is like? A competition? A game? Where you can shake hands and make peace if you lose, and start over next time?

No, there are no second chances in war. Losing means permanent loss, endless sorrow!

The veteran's eyes blazed with fury, and he pointed behind him to the battlefield where the sounds of fighting raged on, his voice hoarse yet sharp as steel:

Why did you join this war? Was it to give you more bragging rights at banquets with both men and women? Or did you want to win applause and flowers?

If all you crave is empty glory—then you might as well go back to Ohmma and participate in the kind of sports meets you used to hold, the kind only women participated in!

The recruit trembled, as if those words had pierced his deepest fear. He stammered, "You... how did you know... I was once a champion javelin thrower..."

"Of course I don't know!" the veteran interrupted him abruptly.

"But listen! Here, on this bloody battlefield, no one cares who you were in the past! No one cares how many laurels you've won!"

Every word the veteran spoke struck the recruits like a stone: "But you only need to take one step back—even just one step!"

Your comrades will use their blood, their lives, and their limbs that can never be recovered to fill this void for you!

Rain streamed down the veteran's brow bone. He took a deep breath, suppressing the emotions surging in his chest.

"When you step onto the battlefield, your life no longer belongs to yourself."

It belongs to your comrades who have shared life and death with you, to the general who trusts you, and even more so to the thousands of family members behind you who need your protection!

Every time you retreat, you are taking away countless innocent lives!

He abruptly shoved a blood-stained spear back into the recruit's trembling hand, his rough palm slapping heavily against the man's cold armor, his tone brooking no argument:

"Now, grip your gun tightly—it's not a javelin for show on the sports field, but a weapon to kill the enemy and save your life!"

Look up, see clearly ahead! The Black Tide is coming again—this time, don't back down!

The recruit took a deep breath of the cold air, his fingertips gradually tightening until he gripped the rifle barrel tightly.

He met the veteran's iron gaze, his voice still trembling slightly, but with a hint of determination:

"Yes Yes!"

Wan Di, who had just been relieved from the front lines by Bai E to rest, stood atop the smoke-filled ruins, his tattered royal banner fluttering behind him, rain mixed with dust trickling down the cracks in his armor.

His gaze, like tempered iron, pressed heavily and scorchingly upon Clatrus before him—the veteran who had once served as the king's personal bodyguard.

Clatrus knelt on one knee, his armor stained with mud and dark red blood.

He raised his head, his voice hoarse yet clear, piercing through the howling winds of the battlefield:

"My king! This black tide is as if it has a mind of its own! The methods we used to restrain and separate them have all failed! They are surging in endlessly!"

We must retreat! That guy named Bai Mo, the Hundred Realms Gate he left behind is still operational, leading directly to the outskirts of Ohma City. We should preserve our forces, escort our people to safety, and then—”

"My master." Wan Di's voice wasn't loud, but it was like a rumble of thunder rolling across the sky, interrupting him. The young king clenched his fist, his knuckles turning white from the force.

“You were once the late king’s bodyguard, teaching me how to wield a sword, how to lead an army, and what the spirit of the sword is. I never imagined that the word ‘retreat’ would come from your mouth.”

He stepped forward, his boots grinding against the gravel with a piercing sound: "You mean, as the Suspended Ones, we are to abandon the land we have protected for generations? To hand over this home, soaked in the blood of our ancestors, to those twisted monsters?"

Or are you asking me to stand on the walls of Ohma and watch helplessly as the Black Tide surges towards the Suspended Blade tribe, who, unaccustomed to life within the high walls, choose to graze their livestock and cultivate the wastelands outside the city?

Wan Di's voice gradually rose, like clouds gathering for a storm: "Or... do you want me to tell our children by my own mouth: we lost, we were defeated, we ran away?"

Are we the ones who prevented them from running across the wasteland at sunset to play the game of 'General and the Scoundrel'?

If we back down, what we'll leave them with isn't the courage of their parents, but a pathetic, defeated image!

Craterus's throat bobbed, rain streaming down his aged face: "My king, I..."

Wan Di abruptly waved his hand, cutting him off. At that moment, even the wind seemed to stand still. Only the distant roar of the Black Tide and the panting of the warriors reverberated in the air.

A heavy silence descended, as if it were a physical weight. After a long while, Wan Di finally spoke again.

"I will take your suggestion. Now send someone through the Hundred Realms Gate to Ohma." His gaze passed over Kratrus and looked towards the battlefield where the fighting was taking place in the distance.

"Inform Aglaia: Activate all defensive formations, seal the outer city gates, and prepare to meet the enemy."

He paused, each word seemingly ground out from between his teeth, "And... drive all the Xuanfeng tribesmen outside the city, regardless of age, into the city. Those who refuse will be forcibly conscripted by royal decree."

He slowly walked down the pile of stones, stopped in front of Kratrus, and placed his hand heavily on the old general's shoulder. He then looked at the soldiers who had come down from the battlefield with him to rest:

"But as your king, I implore you—to hold on a little longer. Half an hour, an hour, it doesn't matter. Hold on until Bai Mo arrives."

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Chapter 116 Bai E: Why don't you wait until we're completely exhausted before making your move, like in the stories?

Wan Di raised his head and looked at the dark, cloud-covered sky. Raindrops fell into his resolute eyes, but they did not make him blink.

"I swear in the name of the King of Suspended Edge: if the battle line is ultimately beyond saving, even if it costs a thousand scars and a hundred lives—Bai E and I will fight to the last moment to cover the rear of the allied forces."

The rain was like iron, as if the sky had been torn open with a wound that would never heal. The icy rain poured down wildly, merging the heavens and the earth into a blurry gray.

Suspended Peak City trembled violently amidst the despairing rain and endless waves of darkness, like the last lone boat in a storm, on the verge of being completely swallowed up at any moment.

Beneath the city walls lie countless twisted, writhing, and terrifying creatures exuding an ominous aura.

Their teeth-grinding, metallic hissing sounds converged into a death chorus from the deepest depths of hell, constantly assaulting the crumbling defenses.

The demigod of Wan'e—a strife-ridden being—is now like a trapped beast in dire straits.

He fought fiercely against the Black Tide beneath the city walls, each punch and impact unleashing a deafening roar that crushed the approaching monsters into dust.

However, the exquisitely crafted armor he wore was already tattered, revealing crisscrossing wounds underneath that were rapidly healing.

Rainwater mixed with blood flowed continuously down his body, and each breath felt like being pulled by a broken bellows, burning and difficult.

He didn't even dare to face death at this moment, as he didn't know if Xia Die could help him return from the underworld quickly.

He feared that his temporary silence would cost his people even more.

He punched a huge black tide creature with all his might, sending it flying backward. Taking the opportunity, he raised his head, and the rain instantly blurred his vision. In the darkness, he seemed to see a white figure.

His voice was so hoarse it was almost inaudible, yet it still carried a flicker of unquenchable fire: "How long... have we held on?!"

Beside him, a soldier with a still-childish face but iron-like eyes gripped half of a tattered shield tightly with his already cracked and bloodied hand, roaring in response with all his might and boundless pride.

His voice pierced through the rain and the neighing: "Reporting to my king! We...we held out for two and a half hours! A full two and a half hours!"

Wan Di paused for a moment, seemingly not expecting such a short yet incredibly long number.

Then, he burst into a hoarse but extremely joyful laugh, which sounded particularly desolate yet heroic amidst the mountains of corpses and seas of blood: "Haha...hahaha! Good! Well done! You're all good! You didn't disgrace me!"

On the other side, Bai E's figure was like a white lightning bolt on the battlefield.

The "Dawn" greatsword in his hand transformed into a destructive storm, and wherever it passed, the Black Tide creations fell like straw.

Each flash of sword light cleared a small area, only to be immediately filled with more darkness.

His battle was like a drop in the ocean; his personal bravery seemed so tragic and helpless in the face of the endless waves.

His breathing became heavy, and his arms trembled slightly from the sustained high-intensity fighting.

Just as he swung his sword again to clear an area, and in the brief moment he caught his breath, his gaze suddenly fixed on something—

In the distance, beneath the dark sky that seemed to swallow everything, a figure appeared silently and without warning atop the highest battlement.

The wind whipped up his dark robes, making them flutter like a flag suddenly raised.

Bai E's lips unconsciously tugged into a tired but genuine smile. He shouted at the figure with all his might, almost jokingly:

"Hey! Bai Mo! Why don't you learn from the protagonists in those legendary stories?"

"We're not even out of breath yet, why are you showing up? You've... come way too early!"

However, the figure on the battlements slowly raised his head, revealing not the same relaxed smile, but a deep, almost tangible sense of guilt and heaviness.

That look in his eyes seemed to carry the weight of the entire world.

"I'm sorry," his voice wasn't loud, but strangely it drowned out all the noise, screams, and thunder of the battlefield.

The sound clearly reached the ears of Wan Di, Bai E, and every soldier who was still able to hear it, who were fighting fiercely outside the city, as if it were resounding directly in the depths of everyone's soul.

"I wasn't early, I was... late!"

Before he finished speaking, he stepped off the battlements and vanished from the spot like a ghost.

Like a meteor from outer space, it carried indescribable terrifying potential energy and crashed into the very center of the densest monster horde in front of Wan Di and Bai E!

The shockwave generated upon landing exploded in a ring, pulverizing all Black Tide creations within a radius of 100 meters, regardless of size!

The earth beneath his feet groaned under the weight, cracking open with deep, spiderweb-like fissures.

As his words finally fell, a domain of rules, indescribable in its own right, suddenly unfolded centered on his location!

That is not a single force, but the combined action of multiple authorities! It is the whisper and manifestation of the very rules of the world!

The power of "Earth" roared, and the gravity in the area instantly increased a hundredfold!

All the Black Tide creations within range suddenly froze, as if they were stuck in an invisible quagmire. Their limbs made a teeth-grinding twisting sound, and many weak individuals were even crushed and crushed by their own weight!

The authority of "law" followed closely behind, transforming into invisible shackles, forcibly defining this domain—

The decree states: "All movement within this area is strictly prohibited!"

The power of rules forcefully intervened in reality, and the movements of those powerful individuals who were still struggling instantly became incredibly sluggish, like a slow-motion film reel!

This is just the beginning!

As Bai Mo fell into the battlefield, the changes in the world had already escalated!

"Om-!"

A low-frequency yet soul-stirring hum resounded throughout the heavens and earth! The torrential, icy raindrops defied all reason at that moment, suddenly stopping in mid-air and transforming into billions of suspended, sparkling pearls!

The next moment, they all rolled backward, defying gravity, like billions of meteors flying in reverse, crashing into the cloud-covered sky!

Bai Mo. He simply stood there, without even making a move, yet the "rules" of the entire battlefield seemed to be distorted and reconstructed by his will!

He drew the Heavenly Fire Greatsword, its blade shimmering with a dazzling crimson light.

At this moment, Bai Mo's movements carried a strange and elegant quality, like that of an ancient princess, as she danced gracefully in the surging ocean of black tide creation.

Wherever the sword light reached, monsters fell like straws; in a single step, ten enemies were annihilated; on a thousand-mile journey, nothing could stop them.

Until he had dealt with the howling enemies around him, he never looked back at the battlefield strewn with corpses.

Chapter 117 At this moment, the battlefield is in Bai Mo's hands!

Facing the distant black figure, twisting and struggling under the dual constraints of gravity and law, emitting a roar that tears the heavens and earth apart.

Bai Mo calmly raised his right hand, his five fingers, like lotus petals just beginning to bloom, slowly opening forward in the dim light—

It was like a silent decree, or perhaps a final pronouncement.