Chapter 942: Blocked! It's Time to Go!
Personally leading the charge!
When this message spread, all the generals and veterans of the Amethyst Empire nearby were stunned!
"That non-specialist commander is actually personally taking the field right at the start of the battle?"
"He really does have skill—and guts..."
"Isn't he worried about getting ambushed by the Ten Thousand Demons?"
"Let's just watch. We've all seen this non-specialist's power for ourselves. If he's daring to do this, he must be confident..."
The veterans all discussed amongst themselves.
These Ten Thousand Demons soldiers were simply too troublesome—because of their shared consciousness, their cooperation and tacit understanding were almost absurdly high.
Even for these battle-hardened veterans, it was tough, and they were already falling into a disadvantage.
Not that there was no way to deal with the Ten Thousand Demons.
But at the start of the fight, the Amethyst Legion didn't want to reveal any of their trump cards.
For now—
Since Ling Zhan was personally entering the fight, they decided to wait and see.
If things really didn't work, then they could just deploy siege engines on the spot and bombard the Ten Thousand Demons with a large-scale attack.
Wooo wooo wooo!!
The warhorn sounded once again.
A figure descended from the sky, falling like a bomb and slamming into the ground.
Alone, he faced the dense and overwhelming army ahead.
Many believed that in a large-scale battle, individual power could never change the course or outcome.
But that was only true for ordinary Professionals.
For world-class powerhouses, this rule didn't apply at all.
After all, the skill of a world-class powerhouse could destroy the heavens and earth.
If a frontline city had no defensive magic array, a world-class powerhouse could obliterate it with just a single A-tier skill, thanks to their overwhelming stats.
If there was a defensive array, they'd just use an S-tier or higher skill.
Unless there was a powerhouse of equal rank defending, a world-class powerhouse could destroy a city with just one skill.
Of course...
Every superpower, to prevent their cities or borders from being ambushed by enemy world-class powerhouses, had set up warning systems specifically against them.
Whenever anyone above level 190 approached within ten thousand miles of their borders, they'd be detected—there was no hiding.
Simply put...
In the world of Professionals, the threat level of a world-class powerhouse was equivalent to nuclear weapons in Ling Zhan's previous life.
Once used, it would be a grave matter for all major Kingdoms.
So, even though the major Kingdoms had been secretly competing for interests for so many years, none ever dared send out their world-class powerhouses.
Because if anyone broke this pact, the world would descend into chaos again.
As for the smaller Kingdoms without world-class guardians...
Sorry, there are only two options: submit, or be destroyed.
Now—
Ling Zhan was only level 180.
But the Global Professionals Association had already rated his combat power as 'world-class.'
That meant Ling Zhan had risen from an unknown non-specialist to a true big shot capable of shaking the entire lower realm.
A world-class powerhouse at just twenty-one years old!
Whether anyone will surpass him is unknown.
But no one in history has ever achieved this before!
Throughout all history, there's never been a Professional to become world-class at twenty-one!
The battle at Lemoris Fortress proved Ling Zhan's strength.
Now, aside from the official title, Ling Zhan already had all the qualities of a world-class powerhouse.
Behind Ling Zhan were the poised-for-battle armies of the Amethyst Empire and the Demon-Slaying Legion.
In front of him was the vast, locust-like horde of the Ten Thousand Demons army.
When the demon soldiers and generals saw a lone non-specialist standing before them—
Their faces all twisted with madness and ferocity!
That's him!
That damned human!
He was the one who killed their noble Demon Sovereign!
Not a trace of fear or cowardice showed on their faces!
Their shared consciousness had already wiped away any deep-seated memories of fear!
Their minds now held only courage and a will to charge forward!
Only overwhelming killing intent and contempt for humanity!
And after they'd forced the Amethyst Empire's army to retreat with such tight cooperation, their confidence was off the charts!
Just a lone non-specialist!
And this time, they had close to a billion demon soldiers and generals!
"Kill! Kill! Kill!"
The Ten Thousand Demons soldiers could no longer contain their rage and bloodlust toward humanity.
Their roars echoed together, and like a black tide, they surged at Ling Zhan!
In response—
Ling Zhan's expression remained cold and calm, his deep eyes as unmoved as an ancient well. No matter how many enemies rushed him, even if the sky were to fall, his heart would not waver.
He slowly raised his right hand, aiming at the locust-like horde, and calmly spoke just two words:
"Block!"
As the words fell—
Wumm!!
An incomparably mysterious wave surged out from Ling Zhan!
In an instant, this mysterious power enveloped all the demon soldiers!
The demon soldiers kept charging!
They definitely sensed the mystical wave sweep over them.
But so what!?
They weren't injured!
Their health was full!
They were still at their peak!!
Kill! Kill! Kill!
Their minds still echoed with the war cries!
Perhaps their frenzied battle lust kept them from noticing the change in their consciousness.
But at this very moment, the locust-like demon soldiers had already been completely cut off from their shared consciousness!
"It's time to go!"
Ling Zhan's calm message rang out to Krodas and Avina.
"All soldiers! Charge with me!"
Krodas and Avina still had no idea what the non-specialist had just done.
But military orders are absolute.
Since Ling Zhan had given the order—
They would carry it out without hesitation!
Boom!!
The two armies smashed into each other with the most direct force!
Krodas and Avina personally led the charge, fearlessly fighting through the enemy ranks!
Truly worthy of being Prince Rowe's children.
Like father, like son—and daughter.
They perfectly inherited Prince Rowe's talent, character, and battlefield instincts.