Even though Lin Qian had already issued his commands before shouting them out, he couldn't hold back the urge to yell. The scene unfolding before him felt too much like the games he used to play in his previous life.
In the fantasy game called Empire of Legends from his past life, not only were there national wars, but players could also lead their personally trained generals to challenge various boss monsters. Back then, controlling tens of thousands of generals and beast commanders through brainwave signals to fight bosses was a regular occurrence. During such moments, Lin Qian often found himself yelling aloud, as though the soldiers and beasts he controlled weren't just data but real, living beings.
However, every time a boss fight ended, as Lin Qian looked at the unattainable leaderboards and completion times, he would feel a sense of loss. After all, those generals and beast commanders weren't truly alive.
"Your Majesty, this humble servant has failed you."
"Please, Your Majesty, give us another chance. We can do better."
In his mind, Lin Qian kept hearing the voices of his generals and beast commanders, filled with regret, their tone apologetic. His emotions surged with excitement.
"Then finish him!" Lin Qian roared again, his voice echoing through the wooden house.
Emperor Lin and Yun Yunyan, watching the battle on the screen, were completely spellbound. Neither of them had ever imagined such a method of warfare.
On the battlefield, the mightiest figure, the Black Dragon-armored general Zhao Long, despite only being at the peak of the Awakening Realm, unleashed combat strength that surpassed ordinary Transcendence Realm warriors. Even in a direct confrontation with someone as seasoned as Yun Zhi, an old Transcendence Realm expert, Zhao Long still held his ground.
At the head of this army of 10,000 elite Awakening Realm warriors, Zhao Long's spear technique was unparalleled.
Lin Qian's father, Emperor Lin, observed carefully and concluded that Zhao Long's spear technique was exceptionally powerful—far beyond his own. This made Yun Zhi, who had a thousand years of Transcendence Realm experience, seem helpless.
How could someone with such a lower cultivation level possess such terrifying spear skills? It baffled Emperor Lin.
Moreover, the teamwork between Lin Qian's generals and beast commanders was seamless under his command, bringing out a combat efficiency that far surpassed their cultivation levels. They advanced and retreated with precision, putting Yun Zhi in a highly uncomfortable position.
Emperor Lin imagined himself in Yun Zhi's situation—facing this overwhelming force, his fate would only be death. Facing a group of elite Awakening Realm warriors like this, even a Transcendence Realm expert could be slain.
But Yun Zhi wasn't just any ordinary Transcendence Realm cultivator; he had been at this level for a millennium. Still, the relentless assaults from Lin Qian's forces left him increasingly frustrated.
Yun Zhi was inwardly raging, unable to comprehend why these Awakening Realm cultivators were so powerful. It wasn't just the spear-wielding leader—those who wielded battle axes and swords had strength far beyond what should be possible for their cultivation level.
And then there were those bizarre half-beast, half-human creatures. The blue-furred, winged wolfman, and others with animalistic features were incredibly strong, with natural combat instincts honed to a terrifying degree.
But what frustrated Yun Zhi the most wasn't just their strength—it was their resilience.
The shield bearers charged at him with terrifying force, while others held firm, blocking his attacks. The spear and lance wielders stayed just behind the front line, attacking only when he was distracted, and then immediately retreating when he tried to counterattack.
As soon as he was about to strike, the archers and long-range attackers rained soul arrows and energy beams upon him. Every time he tried to gather soul energy for a powerful attack, the sword users—both those with light, swift blades and those wielding heavy swords—would rush in to disrupt him. Their sword aura carried various effects, briefly disrupting his soul energy.
That brief moment was enough to cause his attacks to fail.
On top of that, a shadowy figure constantly appeared from the darkness, targeting his vital points. If he wasn't on high alert at all times, he knew he would fall prey to this relentless onslaught.
Even when he managed to land a hit on one of these warriors, just as he prepared to finish them off, a blur of green would swoop in, whisking the injured away. The next thing he knew, a blue-skinned, fish-tailed figure—resembling a mermaid—would heal the wounded at astonishing speeds, wrapping them in soothing blue light.
And if they didn't rely on the healers, they would pull out small red bottles, gulping down the liquid inside, and instantly recovering from their wounds.
It was maddening. How was he supposed to win against opponents who wouldn't die?
Whenever Yun Zhi tried to charge the healers, the entire team would unite, putting up a solid defense to keep him at bay. Then, the energy cannons positioned on distant hills would fire their deadly beams right on schedule.
Yun Zhi was exhausted. His soul energy was nearly depleted, and despair began to creep into his heart. Never had he encountered such a battle.
To him, fighting had always been about gathering soul energy, arming oneself with soul weapons, and unleashing powerful techniques. Battles were decided by cultivation level, technique, and raw power.
But this? This was something else entirely.
Suddenly, a sharp hum echoed through the air, and a flicker of cold light appeared right in front of Yun Zhi.
"A flash of cold light arrives first…"
Zhao Long's figure appeared before Yun Zhi, the power bestowed by Lin Qian surging through him. He channeled it into his spear, which shone with a fierce, radiant energy.
"…and the spear strikes like a dragon!"
With the roar of a dragon accompanying the thrust of his spear, Zhao Long's attack pierced through Yun Zhi.
The Transcendence Realm expert fell, defeated.