Fires blazed fiercely among the trees and mountains, but the brightness of the flames allowed people to see bullets streaking through the air like meteors, swiftly claiming lives.

No one could see each other in the Redwood Forest swamp at this moment, truly because the fire was too dazzling, and it even burned many people to death.

Ye Hao and Zheng Guang watched from afar. Ye Hao instructed Qianqian to send those Saiyans to Xue Zhaolong and the others. Should danger arise, the Saiyans were to block the bullets to prevent Xue Zhaolong and others from being killed.

Xue Zhaolong and Zhuorong Town shared a glance, reading madness in each other's eyes. Zhuorong Town said, "It's time for the Dark Sword to shine."

"My Celestial Sorrow Saber Technique, it's also time to dedicate with blood," Xue Zhaolong said, drawing his Dragon Slayer Treasure Saber from his waist. In the past, wielding this saber once held by Wu Sangui had been strenuous, but now it felt weightless in his grip.

"The Yin Yang Blade, I also want to test its power," Lu Yunsong chuckled as he drew both a saber and a sword.

The three wielding cold weapons exuded an aura, making everyone present feel as if a majestic dragon was gradually awakening.

The Bald Black Army ceased firing, but the opponents continued to shoot.

The three immersed themselves in this artistic conception for a moment before they opened their eyes simultaneously, beams of tangible light bursting forth, dazzling and brilliant...

"Kill!" Xue Zhaolong, holding the Dragon Slayer Treasure Saber in his right hand, quickly sidestepped around the raging fire, then slashed down at a person's head in front.

"Puff!"

The Celestial Sorrow Saber Technique executed by Xue Zhaolong cut cleanly and decisively, splitting the body of a Muhan Army soldier in two.

Ye Hao, watching from a tree, narrowed his eyes, recognizing that with his ordinary seventh-level National Martial Arts power, he might not be able to withstand that Sword Qi.

"Whish!"

After cutting down one person, Xue Zhaolong made a beautiful spin, bending his technique in an incredible direction and severing another head.

Under the Celestial Sorrow Saber Technique, any obstruction would certainly be fatal...

Zhuorong Town wielded a small, nimble short sword and moved like a phantom, elusive and ghostly, appearing within the scope of the enemy's line of sight only to find the Dark Sword at their throats the next moment, leaving them clueless as to how they died.

"Shoop!"

The sound of Zhuorong Town's short sword entering a body was as if cutting through tofu, effortless.

However, after penetrating the body, the blade emitted a trace of Sword Qi, exceptionally sharp, shredding the life force of the body it entered.

"Shoop shoop!"

The speed of Zhuorong Town's sword lies in its swiftness and phantasmagorical presence, impossible for anyone to detect his point of emergence.

Ye Hao, atop a tree, could noticeably feel Zhuorong Town's steps following a mystical pattern, which, combined with the Dark Sword, formed a martial art so ancient its origins were unknown, even to Bai Qi.

Lu Yunsong was no longer obese; his muscular build more defined than Ye Hao's. He twirled the saber and sword, creating flashes of light, and anyone caught in those circles of light ended up in a bloody mess.

As if performing a trick, he swiftly rotated the saber and sword, ready to parry any incoming bullets with blinding speed.

"Clang clang clang!"

Three bullets struck Lu Yunsong's steel saber, as Lu Yunsong's left hand flicked the sword, and the three heads of the attackers soared into the sky.

Blood splattered on Lu Yunsong's face, making him appear as a blood-soaked man, he launched another ferocious attack...

Duke of Thunder was quick as well, witnessing Xue Zhaolong and the others' ferocity with their blades, he raised his gun to quickly shoot the Muhan Army soldiers.

Like Zhuorong Town, Flying Fish was assassination-oriented, taking a life with each appearance.

The Bald Black Army leader shouted, "Charge, brothers!"

The Bald leader's shout spurred the hesitant Bald Black Army into action once more.

Inside the castle, Mu Hanqixing watched the high-definition footage transmitted by the video camera, a smile playing on his lips; this was merely the opening act; there was more to come.

He suited up, grabbing his firearms, and swiftly led the group out.

Mu Hanqixing's arrival intensified the evenly matched fight on both sides.

Ye Hao, observing the scene, smirked and took out two grenades.

"Whiz whiz!"

Ye Hao threw one towards the Bald Black Army and another towards Mu Hanqixing's side.

With two loud explosions, the atmosphere soared to unprecedented heights, and the gunfire intensified desperately.

As if each feared being wiped out before emptying their magazines.

In just over ten minutes, each side had lost thousands of men.

Seeing hesitation on both sides, Ye Hao further instigated by throwing four more grenades at Mu Hanqixing's side.

When the four grenades exploded, the Bald Black Army believed their side had started the grenade attack and, with high spirits, continued the slaughter. Meanwhile, Mu Hanqixing's forces, thinking the grenades were thrown by the Bald Black Army, retaliated with fury, aiming their guns at the Bald Black Army for revenge.

"Clang!"

Lu Yunsong paved the way for Xue Zhaolong, while Zhuorong Town and Flying Fish darted and dodged enemy fire, swiftly executing those they encountered.

War is an unmerciful blade; where it falls, death ensues, and from death, some emerge as heroes revered by all.

Yet, this isn't an era of heroes. So, in war, the unfortunate dead will have no memorial, nor memory; they'll simply be deemed deserving of death.

Because, in a time of peace, such large-scale battles justify death.

As the warfare reached its peak, Lu Yunsong and others killed with bloodshot eyes, as did the Duke of Thunder, despite using a gun. After killing, the frenzy and heat of battle possessed him completely, leaving mounds of corpses in his wake...

"Damn it, looks like the Bald Black Army has indeed been manipulated, Moer, take your people and kill them," Mu Hanqixing commanded Moer Zaha through the communications device.

Moer Zaha, already hidden in the swamp, emerged upon hearing Mu Hanqixing's order, raising their guns to unleash a barrage of fire.

Ye Hao, observing, smiled at Zheng Guang, "Elder Zheng, do you see? That's what mercenaries are. They'd rather suffocate in the swamp waiting for the perfect chance for success..." (To be continued. If you enjoyed this work, feel free to visit Qidian (qidian.com) to vote for recommendations and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users, please read on m.qidian.com.)

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