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"That was excellent teamwork," Li Rong said, genuinely satisfied as he observed the final moments of the battle through the live broadcast.
Jade Heavenheart and his brother had sacrificed themselves decisively to shatter the mantis's scales. Ning Rongrong provided precise long-range suppression and battlefield control. The Zhu Family sisters harassed and distracted at close range, creating openings. Gao Feng seized that opening to rip apart the monster's core defense, and Yang Xian delivered the final, fatal blow.
The sequence was clean, efficient, and disciplined.
More importantly, they had not abandoned their companions. Even under pressure, they protected one another and executed their roles without hesitation. That level of coordination alone set them apart.
These people were all worth recruiting.
Of course, where there was exemplary cooperation, there was also chaos.
Those Spirit Beasts who had recently exchanged for cultivation techniques and secret manuals clearly lacked battlefield experience. They fought individually, unleashing Spirit Abilities at will, disrupting their own formations rather than dealing effective damage. While the ferocious beasts performed commendably, the rest were a complete mess.
Their battlefield devolved into disorder. Independent attacks, overlapping Spirit Abilities, and poor positioning allowed the mantis phantoms to wreak havoc. Casualties mounted rapidly until they were forced to request human assistance just to stabilize the front.
When the final mantis of the first wave fell, the survivors checked the numbers above—and fell silent.
More than twenty thousand participants had been eliminated in the very first wave.
"We can't continue like this," Ditian said immediately, turning to Qian Daoliu. "Dividing by faction will only increase casualties. Defense specialists should go first, followed by close-combat attackers, then ranged attackers. Support and healers must stay at the rear."
Ning Fengzhi made a decisive move. Using the Four Symbols Step, he rose into the air, no longer hesitating.
"All Tool Spirit attack-system Spirit Masters, regroup under the Clear Sky Sect!"
"Beast Spirit attack-system Spirit Masters, merge into the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan!"
"Spirit Masters with flight abilities, join the Speed Clan! Speed-type Spirit Masters, follow the Zhu Family and provide mobile support!"
The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda in his hand flared brightly.
"Support-system Spirit Masters, gather around me!"
"Defense-system Spirit Masters, integrate with Elephant Armored Academy! Healing-system Spirit Masters, follow Ye Xintang!"
"Elemental Spirit Masters—form ranks by attribute! No one acts alone!"
Ditian roared from atop a Wind Demon Eagle, draconic pressure flaring. "Spirit Beasts will follow the same structure! Anyone who disobeys is wasting the Spirit Beast race's sacrificial coins! If I don't deal with you, the others will!"
The square erupted into chaos.
Shouts overlapped. Teams pushed and squeezed, trying to regroup.
"Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan—east side!"
"Healers, over here!"
"Fire attribute, stay with me!"
Darkgold Dreadclaw Bears forced their way through the crowd toward the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon formation. The Emerald Swan circled overhead, searching for the healer assembly point. Speed Clan disciples and Zhu Family members darted back and forth, guiding Spirit Beasts into human teams.
Even so, disorder persisted.
Ning Fengzhi stood beneath the phantom of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda, rubbing his temples as they throbbed.
Ditian hovered above, barely maintaining basic order through sheer authority.
Before the reorganization could be completed, the second wave arrived.
This time, an overwhelming tide of Spirit Beast phantoms poured out—land, sea, and air types mixed together. Their numbers surged to a terrifying one hundred thousand.
Ning Fengzhi's pupils shrank. "Defense system, hold the first impact!"
Hu Yan Zhen roared, Spirit fully manifested, as he led the Elephant Armored Academy to the very front. Behind them, layers of defensive Spirit Masters locked together, forming a living barrier.
Support-system Spirit Masters ignited their spirit rings in unison. Healing light and enhancement fields cascaded down continuously.
Boom!
Like waves smashing against a dam, the phantoms crashed forward. The ground was torn apart layer by layer. In mere moments, casualties on both sides exceeded ten thousand.
In the sky, Qian Daoliu led the aerial legion in brutal combat. Bodies fell constantly.
Qian Renxue did not rush forward. From above, she surveyed the entire battlefield—and her expression changed.
"No!" she shouted. "If we defend like this, we'll be worn down to death! The next wave arrives in eight minutes—we must break out!"
Ning Fengzhi reacted instantly.
"Tang Lie, lead the Tool Spirit attack team—break the left flank!"
"Yu Yuanzhen, take the right flank!"
"Ditian, lead the ferocious beasts in a charge! Tear open a path!"
"I'll have support and healing cover you—we finish this fast!"
Li Rong shook his head lightly.
As expected, the battlefield descended into chaos.
As the fighting intensified, verbal command collapsed entirely. Ning Fengzhi was only at thirtieth rank; his voice was drowned out by continuous explosions. Speed Clan messengers couldn't even locate the intended recipients.
Any phantom that broke through caused dozens to redirect their focus, leaving other sectors exposed. More phantoms slipped through, charging directly into the rear lines where combat capability was weakest.
By the end of the second wave, total eliminations exceeded 210,000.
There was no time to recover. The third wave arrived.
This time, Li Rong introduced evil Spirit Master phantoms—fifty thousand of them. Though fewer in number, their intelligence had improved. They avoided strong opponents, preyed on the weak, and exploited gaps mercilessly.
Losses spiked again.
Another 240,000 participants were eliminated, including disciplined Sect disciples and academy students who had followed orders precisely. Overall combat power plummeted.
Li raised an eyebrow. "It's only the third wave, and they're nearly wiped out."
"You're still joking?" Bi Ji poked his forehead. "Ease up. Only victory will make them value this experience."
"I won't let them lose," Li replied calmly. "Otherwise, all this effort would be meaningless."
Despair spread among the survivors—until the fourth wave appeared.
Mantises again.
Only 1,200.
Cheers erupted. Drawing on experience, participants quickly formed agility-delay teams, luring mantises away from weaker members while mobile squads eliminated them one by one.
This wave ended swiftly. Casualties barely exceeded a thousand.
For the first time, they had time to breathe.
"The next wave might be another mass of Spirit Beasts," someone said. "Let's prepare terrain."
"My spirit power's nearly gone," Ditian panted. "I can't sustain this."
"Those low on spirit power, meditate now," Ning Fengzhi ordered. "Next wave, strong physiques hold first."
"How do we hold against another hundred thousand?!" the Ten Thousand Demon King groaned from the ground.
"We don't give up," the Demon Emperor replied grimly.
Ning Fengzhi's eyes flickered. "The fourth wave went easy. Boss Li won't let us lose completely."
That realization reignited hope.
The fifth wave arrived—1,500 mantises.
Then the sixth: 1,800.
Seventh: 2,000.
Eighth: 2,500.
Ninth: 3,000.
Low intelligence. Manageable numbers.
Coordination improved rapidly. Spirit power recovered steadily. Casualties dropped to the hundreds.
Confidence surged.
Then Li Rong smiled—and triggered the final surprise.
Three hundred thousand phantoms.
Mantises. Spirit Beasts. Evil Spirit Masters.
And at the center—a colossal single-horned serpent. Though more than half its body was trapped in dark clouds, its exposed form still towered over thirty meters high.
Even at range, its threat eclipsed everything else.
"Retreat and disperse!" Ning Fengzhi roared. "Small teams! Survive ten minutes—we win!"
The battlefield dissolved into countless skirmishes.
Gao Feng moved like a blazing storm, his Divine Fire Sword flashing relentlessly. He wounded dozens in moments, carving a clear zone around himself.
Then a black beam lanced out.
Gao Feng vanished—instantly eliminated.
The Demon Emperor and Dugu Bo followed, struck down just as abruptly.
"Bai He! Zhu Hong!" Dai Tianfeng shouted. "Entangle that snake!"
Speed Clan and Zhu Family disciples swarmed it like gnats, obstructing its vision and striking its scales repeatedly.
Ning Rongrong changed tactics, skirting the battlefield's edge. Her Xiao Feng Finger struck with surgical precision, eliminating weakened enemies.
Elsewhere, Feng Xiaotian chose danger.
He sought close combat with evil Spirit Masters, pushing himself relentlessly.
Only by breaking through.
Wind howled as cyan blades condensed. One strike—his enemy was cleaved in half.
Feng Xiaotian laughed as he was eliminated moments later.
He had succeeded.
All around, breakthroughs erupted.
When the final ten minutes ended, the phantoms dissolved into black mist. Silence fell.
Then—
"Victory! We won!"
Cheers thundered across the square.
Snow Princess descended, opening the barriers.
"Sixteen thousand three hundred and one survivors," she announced. "Each will receive 16,301 sacrificial coins."
The square exploded with joy.
As procedures concluded, Snow Princess departed quietly, her thoughts heavy.
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