And the front gradually fell into darkness.

After moving forward in what seemed like a long and twisted space, a point of light in front gradually expanded. When the light in my vision completely opened up, I had arrived in another world. The temperature plummeted, with sparse snowflakes floating sporadically in the air, though there was no snow on the ground.

A slightly gray world, with the mountains and land showing obvious signs of wear and tear, appearing like ruins, barren, with dark clouds overhead and occasional gusts of sinister wind stirred up from rolling malicious energy.

Before coming here, everyone had done some homework about the Demon Realm, knowing that it was originally one of the most intense ancient battlefields, beaten into a broken world. It is said that it was shattered apart by great powers, with the earth cracked but not separated, leading to strangely fluctuating weather.

Wu Jinliang, who was looking around, suddenly became alert, keenly sensing something abnormal, and noticed several gazes on either side of the exit focused on him.

It wasn't the kind of attention due to his tall stature, but a more targeted, detailed scrutiny, quite different from the casual notice tall people might get, with a noticeable difference on the scene.

There were no speeches or gatherings, as mustering hundreds of thousands together for a talk wouldn't be appropriate. People entered and then dispersed, each team finding their own place and enemy trails.

The necessary rules were all formed into written content and distributed to individuals ahead of time.

There was also a map, with five Xun Gates marked evenly distributed across five positions in the Demon Realm, the entrances to the realm for allies and foes. Those inclined to raid the entrances could make their own decisions.

After the war, only one of the five Xun Gates will remain, controlled by the winning side as the sole access point, symbolizing territorial ownership.

It wasn't necessary for team members to mutually slaughter each other. The five teams shared fifteen thousand Centurion Tokens, and only by capturing tokens from other teams could one gain merit. Tokens from within the team only contributed to the total count but not to individual merit, so snatching tokens from fellow members was futile.

The standard of victory for the five teams was whoever had the most Centurion Tokens in the end. In other words, the first team to accumulate 7,501 tokens absolutely won, provided the results were protected until the end.

The duration of the battle was three months.

The scattered small teams, some could meet and discuss, some left immediately, some contacted each other, discussing banding together.

Shi Chun and his group observed near the Xun Gate.

Near the Xun Gate was a wide, makeshift high platform. In front of the platform were two large displays, one showing the Heavenly Mirror's image and the other the Magic Treasure Mountain and River Map's scene, with five glowing dots in different colors representing the various teams' entry into the Demon Realm.

The Heavenly Court Team was displayed in gold, the East Victory Team in white, the West Ox Team in black, the Nanshan Team in red, and the Beiju Team in blue.

Manxi and others on the high platform were intently watching the Heavenly Mirror image, observing the scenes at the entry points of the large teams, continually appearing on the display.

The Heavenly Mirror allowed commanders to observe the battle on-site, while the Mountain and River Map enabled them to grasp the tactical movements of forces. The Centurion Tokens held by each small team could communicate with this place, all serving for easier command.

Mulan Jin, also on the platform, had her gaze fixed on Shi Chun and others.

Observing the scene, Shi Chun, upon seeing that his own Heavenly Mirror image could check other entrants' entrances, immediately realized that others could also check this entrance. He quickly shouted, "Let's go!"

He turned and ran, intending to avoid being seen by others' Heavenly Mirrors, fearing being recognized and locked on. He had suffered losses from the Heavenly Mirror multiple times, gaining experience from it.

The Mingshan Sect group also had experience, knowing that in such a contest, following the Master was relatively reliable. Upon hearing the voice, they unhesitatingly followed and ran, with Mulan Qingqing a bit caught off guard, hurriedly catching up.

As Mulan Qingqing left, Han Bao quickly followed, clearly intending to act as a bodyguard.

A group of so-called useless teammates, quite obedient as Manxi said, saw the Centurion giving a command and running without a word, and they, in a panic, chased desperately, fearing being left behind.

Truly obedient.

On the Mountain and River Map, each colored orb indicated splitting into four lines, all seemingly charging toward the other four, apparently each team's warriors daring to venture first.

The Beiju Team's 79th squad was one of them, led by Centurion Jie Yunzhao directly flying towards the central direction of the Heavenly Court Team.

On the way, he suddenly took out a Mother-child Talisman for a look, which listed a few suspiciously tall squads and indicated their probable directions, especially noting a tall one in the 3,000th squad of the Heavenly class seemed to match in age.

"Three thousand..." Jie Yunzhao muttered, putting away the Mother-child Talisman, a cold smile edging on his lips as his resolve intensified...

After a swift flight, seeing a concealed spot under a cliff, Shi Chun immediately descended to hide, with the following crowd landing afterward.

"Master, this move is indeed clever..." the old Cai Wenwu hadn't yet understood, but he was quick to flatter.

The obstructive waste was pushed aside by Shi Chun, who directly said to Wu Jinliang, "Your craftsmanship is good, quickly make some large hats to shield us all."

He gestured to shield from viewing above. Wu Jinliang grasped it immediately and laughed, "Alright, I'll make the brims bigger."

Curious Feng Chi by Shi Chun's side asked, "Master, why make hats?"

Shi Chun explained, "It's not right to be watched by the Heavenly Mirror."

Upon this, Feng Chi understood, aware that after much loss and with many offenses, she pulled out a piece of cloth, wrapped it over her face, and said, "Will I be recognized like this?"

Indeed, with the battle armor and helmet, the masked face was hard to identify the true appearance. Shi Chun immediately called out to Wu Jinliang, "Enough, don't bother, just cover your face."

He spoke while acting, making it more definitive by poking two holes in the cloth and tying it on his face, making recognition harder, while repeatedly admiring in the mirror.

Wu Jinliang, eager to demonstrate his skills, felt somewhat deflated, discontent flickering in his gaze towards Feng Chi, but eventually he imitated the act.

The Mingshan Sect group, having faced expulsion due to undeniable evidence of being recognized on the Heavenly Mirror, understood Shi Chun's cautious intent all the more, adopting the strategy by poking two holes in a piece of cloth and covering their faces.

Mulan Qingqing hesitated a bit, but felt Shi Chun's decisions in this setting were likely better. The lessons of the Sky Rain Meteor Conference vividly before her, she likewise covered up with a white cloth.

They weren't alone in this; roughly eighty teammates imitated promptly without instruction, busy adjusting the size and spacing of the two holes.

Han Bao felt bewildered, unsure what this was about. He glanced at everyone and then Mulan Qingqing, the only one not fitting in.

Mulan Qingqing, assuming he lacked the material, generously handed him a piece.

Han Bao hesitated for a moment, silently accepted, and began covering his face.

Shortly after, everyone had completed their disguises, though the materials used weren't uniform, displaying various colors, some using floral cloth seemingly from women.

Shi Chun and Wu Jinliang looked at the gang, a bit speechless, unsure what business they had flocking in on.

As people finished, someone exclaimed, "Oh no, covered too thoroughly, I can't recognize you, who are you?"

With the armor and masked attire, the uniformity was such that appearance became indistinguishable, coupled with the short time they'd known each other, disguising to the point of unrecognizability.

Everyone glanced at each other, indeed confused for a period.

"Don't look at the face, look here, here..." someone pointed to the name tag on the neckline, prompting recognition.

Thus began a practice where upon meeting, the gaze would immediately drop to the neckline for identification.

Given the short acquaintance, among a hundred people, how many could immediately sync names with faces?

At least the Master's belt bore an auspicious cloud, though it still tempted to check the name tag for confirmation.

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