Boom boom boom～

Psychic grenades exploded into scarlet flames in front of the camp, the shockwaves hurling debris mixed with demonic qi, temporarily stalling the charge of the horned demons. Then, fireballs, ice shards, wind blades, and other Spiritual Ability Magics rained down like a storm, tearing open gaps in the demon horde.

"Roar—!"

The horned demons let out deafening roars, their black scales glinting with a ghostly light in the explosions, managing to withstand most of the damage.

Scattered debris embedded in the gaps of their scales, yet they seemed oblivious, stepping forward with hooves covered in thick calluses, plowing through fire and ice like armored chariots charging at the camp.

The demons at the forefront snorted black smoke from their nostrils, their crescent-shaped horns glowing with a poisonous green light—an aura unique to Tier Five demons.

Seeing this, Shen Juan's heart sank sharply.

The third battalion now only had two Tier Five Spiritualists capable of fighting besides him, and the other was Lu Sheng. However, as a mercenary without the blessing of bloodlines, Lu Sheng facing demons of the same tier was practically a death sentence.

Sigh～

A barely audible sigh dissipated in the wind. The last trace of hesitation in Shen Juan's eyes was replaced by resoluteness. He gripped his longsword tightly, the blade glinting coldly in the dim light as he was the first to charge out of the defensive line.

Swoosh!

A crescent-shaped frost sword qi swept out, leaving tiny ice shards in the air where it passed.

However, the Tier Five horned demons merely stepped forward, their demonic qi erupting like a massive black wave crashing into the sword qi.

With a crisp cracking sound, the cold energy shattered instantly.

Boom boom boom～

The Spiritualists in the rear frantically hurled psychic grenades and cast spells, desperately trying to support the frontline.

Explosions tore a blood mist in the demon's rear ranks. Limbs of low-level demons fell like rain, but the losses meant little to the immense demon army.

They still surged forward like a black tide, their hoofbeats making the ground tremble, as if threatening to flatten the entire camp in the next moment.

Finally, the two sides clashed into close combat.

Six Tier Five demons stood like iron towers, instantly surrounding Shen Juan and Lu Sheng in the center. The rest of the demons rushed towards the warriors throughout the camp like a dam bursting, where Spiritual Energy beams and demonic qi claws intertwined chaotically, screams echoing one after another.

Thud! Thud!

The scales of the horned demons were abnormally hard. When blades and swords from Spiritualists of the same tier struck, they left at most a white scratch.

In contrast, human warriors, even with just a brush from the demon's iron fists, would suffer broken bones.

A young soldier had just cast a Wind Blade to slice off a demon's ear when the demon struck back with a punch to his chest, sending him flying like a leaf. He hit the ground with no sound, his bones cracking with his insides in a muffled explosion that stung the eardrums.

"Old Li! Afly!"

Lu Sheng's eyes burned with rage, turning so red they seemed to bleed.

He watched helplessly as two brothers he fought alongside were trampled by demons, feeling as if a boulder was crushing his chest, painful to the point of suffocation.

He wanted to rush over, but two Tier Five demons had already blocked all escape routes. Each parry left his arms numb, blood seeping from the wounds on his hands, sizzling as it dripped onto the blade.

Shen Juan's situation was even more precarious.

Relying on his Bronze Level frost bloodline, he barely held back four Tier Five demons, but the ice web from his Sword Qi kept shattering under the impact of their demonic qi.

Every time he gathered frost energy to try and freeze the demons, they would ram him fiercely with their horns, making his qi and blood surge turbulently, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.

He could feel his physical strength rapidly draining, his arms beginning to numb, and the frost shield he depended on for survival thinning to the point of transparency.

Pfft—!

Lu Sheng ultimately couldn't hold on. A demon seized the moment of his exhaustion, its iron fist whistling through the air to slam into his chest. He flew backward like a broken sack, crashing hard against a rock wall. His chest collapsed inward, blood foam mixed with bone shards as he coughed.

"Lu Sheng!" Shen Juan glanced distractedly, instantly having his shoulder torn open to the bone, demonic qi seizing the chance to invade his body, gnawing at his meridians like countless poisonous insects.

The camp was turning into a purgatory on earth, warriors' Spiritual Energy bouncing off the demons' scales, while every punch and claw from the demons meant someone was injured or had died.

Someone was impaled through the throat by a horn, another was stomped into a bloody pulp, the medical tent was smashed by a demon, the wounded inside swallowed by darkness without even a chance to scream.

Watching it all, the flicker of resistance in Shen Juan's heart was being extinguished bit by bit by despair.

He knew he couldn't hold on much longer. Director Yan's reinforcements were unlikely to ever come.

This place is the tomb for all of them.

Boom!

Just as Shen Juan had lost all hope, the dark purple clouds suddenly tore open a giant mouth, and a more dazzling purple light gushed out from the crack, as if dyeing the entire sky the color of amethyst.

"What is that?!" a warrior exclaimed in surprise.

Immediately after, the sky was filled with purple lightning, like the Milky Way rolling back, striking down with a piercing whistle that tore through the firmament.

These lightning bolts were not chaotic but akin to the spears of divine punishment with eyes, accurately piercing into the horned demon horde. The moment the purple lightning hit the ground, it exploded, forming a thunderstorm circle with a diameter of several meters, with electric arcs wrapping around the demons' black scales like living snakes.

Crackle, crackle—

A teeth-setting, burning sound echoed one after another. The scales that could withstand Spiritual Ability Magic proved as fragile as paper before the purple lightning. Wherever the electric arcs passed, scales were instantly charred and cracked, and the demon muscles carbonized at a speed visible to the naked eye.

A Tier Five horned demon had just raised an iron fist when it was simultaneously hit by three purple lightning bolts. Its massive body, like an iron block thrown into a furnace, disintegrated into flying ashes in the blink of an eye, with not a trace of demonic qi escaping.

With just one wave of Celestial Thunder Fall, seventy percent of the charging horned demons had disappeared.

The remaining demons retreated in fear, green lights in their eyes tainted with terror, screaming towards the sky in horror—they had never seen such domineering power.

Shen Juan's pupils constricted, followed by immense joy surging in his heart.

Lu Sheng struggled to lift his head, his collapsed chest rising and falling with labored breaths, a look of disbelief in his eyes.

The surviving warriors stopped their actions, staring dumbfounded at the sky filled with purple lightning. Seconds later, joy flooded over them like a tide:

"It's reinforcements! It really is reinforcements!"

"Oh my God! What kind of power is this? It's terrifying!"

"We're saved! We don't have to die!"

The purple lightning did not cease; instead, it grew more violent. When the second wave of Celestial Thunder Fall came down, the electric arcs wove into a massive thunder net, enveloping the remaining demons.

Even the Tier Five demons could only let out miserable howls in the thunder net, convulsing all over before falling to the ground, their muscles beneath the scales shredded to dust by the lightning, and finally being charred amidst crackling sounds.

"That is..." Shen Juan followed the source of the lightning with his gaze, his heart skipping a beat.

In the high skies, a figure stood in the air. His black combat suit outlined a tall figure, with a stern face and calm eyes scanning the battlefield.

What was most heart-wrenching was the purple lightning surrounding him. The Celestial Thunder Fall, like obedient pets, danced and flowed at his fingertips. In the depths of his eyes, the same electric light identical to the Heavenly Thunder flickered, as if he was controlling all of the world's thunder power, akin to a Thunder God manifesting on earth.

The purple lightning followed his gesture, striking down again.

The last few Tier Five horned demons attempted to gather demonic qi to resist but were directly pierced through by a thicker lightning column, their bodies disintegrating inch by inch in the lightning, and even their souls were completely purified.

In just a few short breaths, the demon horde, which had been as overwhelming as a tide, vanished without a trace, leaving only charred remnants on the ground and the lingering echoes of lightning storms yet to dissipate.

The figure in the sky slowly descended, with purple lightning gradually withdrawing from around him, leaving only a few arcs lingering on his fingertips.

As he landed, his gaze swept over the surviving warriors of the Third Battalion and finally settled on Shen Juan.

"Are you Shen Juan, Captain Shen?"

The calm voice carried a hint of warmth. As he spoke, a touch of green light spread from his palm, like a tender shoot breaking through the soil in early spring, filled with vibrant life force, instantly spreading throughout the entire camp.

The green light fell on each person. At the places wounded by demonic qi, granulation sprouted and grew rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye, with scarred areas shedding to reveal new, tender flesh beneath.

The collapsed chest of Lu Sheng felt a tingling itch, and as he looked down, he saw the fractured chest bones slowly realigning under the green light, with the rampaging demonic qi in his body completely purified.

What was most astonishing was that those warriors with disabilities, under the coverage of the green light, witnessed a glaring green glow bursting from their broken arm areas, growing an entirely new arm from the stumps, eyes sprouting in empty sockets, and half-missing thighs restoring to their original state.

"My hand... my hand has grown back!" A young warrior trembled as he moved his new arm, tears mixed with grime rolling down, his voice full of inarticulate joy.

Lu Sheng suddenly stood up, the severe pain in his chest completely gone, his qi and blood more full than before he was injured. He clenched his fist, feeling the surging energy within him, and looked at Qin Tian in disbelief.

Shen Juan's wounds healed rapidly, the demonic qi in his body expelled by the green light, with warm energy flowing through his meridians. He gazed at the unextinguished glow in Qin Tian's palm, took a deep breath, and respectfully asked:

"I am Shen Juan. May I ask who you are..."

Qin Tian's face showed a faint smile: "Chijin Battlegroup, new Commander of the Third Battalion—Qin Tian."

What, he is the new Commander!

In an instant, everyone's eyes were riveted on Qin Tian, their gaze filled with uncontrollable joy.

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