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Due to the swallowing phenomenon of Anxi Lake, the battlefield in the eastern part of Huazhou was divided, and both sides were trapped in a fierce and chaotic battle, chasing and resisting, attacking and encircling.

In this chaotic fight, the leader of the ninth group, Huang Xuanhao, was killed, which also led to the collapse of the eastern battlefield.

But even so, the battle is still not over, with thousands left, all possessing extremely strong combat will after numerous brutal battles.

Under the ninth group’s third team, the line collapsed and they retreated while fighting, reducing from hundreds to more than a hundred, pushing everyone to their limits.

Seeing your comrades fall one by one always brings despair; these men have shared countless days together, growing close over such a long time.

”Kill!!”

”Fight them to the end!”

Captain of the third team, Tan Xiuning, shouted loudly, holding a green long bow almost as tall as a person.

He wore glasses and appeared thin, more like a teacher at a school than a soldier licking blood off a knife blade in the heap of corpses.

In fact.

They had been repeatedly signaled by the enemy, surrender for survival, but he chose not to, seeing it as naked betrayal—not just betrayal of Seventeen, but of himself.

He felt he was a man of faith, and as long as he didn’t choose to surrender, others would likely fight till death.

Seventeen is the light of this dark world, abandoning Seventeen is abandoning the light.

He drew a bow, released an arrow, sharply sounding like hundreds of birds chirping together, somewhat pleasant.

This arrow was extremely powerful, piercing one person’s chest, knocking down another from behind.

Yet, as a flash of light passed, his face was pierced, unknown by what, tearing half his face from left to right, blood spilling on the ground.

Numb from pain and fatigue, unable to feel much pain, instead this injury even made him feel exhilarated.

War further twisted those already twisted, and wraiths crawled from the Abyss never fear any darkness.

The enemy overwhelmed them, outnumbering by more than twice, and amidst this vast difference in numbers and strength, the comrades around him fell one after another, dying miserably.

Roaring, laughing, shouting, all sounds had long been filtered in his ears, only his target in sight.

He must first deal with the target no matter what, talk about the others later.

Tan Xiuqing drew another arrow, even though his left arm’s bones had broke, he still released an arrow, using flesh and sinew to support such strength.

Suddenly.

With a sound of tearing flesh, his left arm abruptly broke, arterial blood spurted out.

In truth, his left arm couldn’t withstand such strength, he forcibly tore off his own arm.

Yet his face showed no expression, numb, like having done something unrelated to himself.

”Hahaha! Tan Xiuning, look at your miserable state now; you eventually paid the price for your actions.”

A great taunting voice rose from the hilltop.

It spread throughout the battlefield.

A man with pale skin and emaciated figure as if he hadn’t eaten for ten days and nights, waiting to starve to death.

But his left hand holding a blade looked exceptionally strong, sounding with full vigor.

He was the ”Two-headed Ghost”, Yuan Chenxi’s deacon, transitioned from Extraordinary through superpower, possessing considerable combat strength, though only a Tier Eight Extraordinary but feared not against Tiers Seven.

They were dead enemies, having fought over ten times in the past wars, often facing each other.

But previously, Tan Xiuqing mostly had the advantage, almost eliminating the ”Two-headed Ghost’s” thirteen divisions.

Only later, more outsiders joined the battlefield, shattering the balance, Seventeen began to retreat step by step.

After all, a powerful Extraordinary can change the battlefield entirely.

Right when Two-headed Ghost laughed heartily, his voice suddenly stopped, his head exploded like a watermelon.

The sudden change stunned everyone, seeing a woman carrying a white umbrella, wearing a black dress, dressed as a maid, suddenly appeared on the battlefield.

”Too much talk.”

Hua san looked at the fallen corpse, muttered to herself, licking the blood at the corner of her mouth.

She punched the man’s head explosively, cleanly, without blood stained on her fist or arm.

Then, Hua san started slaughtering those around, relying solely on speed and power, simple, punching each person like they were kids.

With Hua san’s entry, the battlefield situation instantly reversed, Chenhe’s people fled in chaos from Hua san’s massacre.

Tan Xiuning knelt on the ground, propped up with the bow in one hand, stared blankly at the scene, then heard faint footsteps from behind.

”You’re badly hurt.”

Su Changxing came up from behind, bent down, picked his broken arm from the ground.

”Su... Leader?” Tan Xiuning saw Su Changxing, first stunned, never expected him here, then showed ecstatically:

”You’re back, we’re sure to win!”

He had never desired victory like this, for no other reason but to win, at this stage of war, right or wrong is no longer important.

Su Changxing took a glass bottle from his pocket containing colorless liquid, pungent with a strong smell of alcohol, reattached his arm, and poured it over.

Under the stimulation of the colorless liquid, Tan Xiuning’s flesh rapidly grew, reconnecting the severed flesh and veins.

”Lin Xiuyu didn’t speak the truth, things seem worse than he said, lots of people died, right?” Su Changxing sighed and said.

Tan Xiuning moved his mouth, eyes red as if crying, but without tears, bowed his head, and said softly:

”It’s the plan, we’re the sacrificial unit.”

A plan always has executors and he was one, one of few knowing.

Su Changxing looked at his state, felt a heavy burden: ”Lin Xiuyu is reckless!”

Tan Xiuning shook his head: ”It’s not Deputy Lin’s fault, war always involves sacrifices, all are for victory.”

Although Zhou An leads Seventeen, Lin Xiuyu is the overall commander of the battlefield, every strategy till now is closely tied to him, be it success or failure.

Of course, it’s not just him, but the entire advisory group he leads.

The third team, indeed the entire ninth group was bait, their fate decided long before this battle began.