The alien races that invaded the Eastern and Western regions, relying on their different racial talents and ferocious nature, initially held their ground in the battles against the Hua Xia Empire. However, overall, the tide of battle gradually shifted in the Empire's favor.
Lin Qian was highly dissatisfied with this situation. In his mind, the Hua Xia Empire should be overwhelmingly crushing its enemies, leaving no room for resistance. How could the enemy still manage to fight back?
Because of this, Lin Qian decided to dispatch Scholar Generals to assist. He knew deeply that once the Scholar Generals were deployed, this war that engulfed the entire Soul Martial Continent would be as good as over, with no chance of reversal.
In the game from his previous life, Scholar Generals in the martial class of literary scholars were far more than simple healers.
Like regular martial generals, Scholar Generals had their own unique abilities.
However, ordinary scholars had no special powers and were not skilled in combat. Only Scholar Generals possessed extraordinary abilities that could influence the battlefield.
At this moment, on the Eastern battlefield, the Hua Xia Empire's Imperial Army and War Beast Army were working together in perfect harmony, fighting against the Swift Shadow Clan, the Savage Ghost Clan, and the Mighty Stone Clan in the vast Spirit Wood Forest.
Suddenly, a melodious flute sound echoed from the rear, spreading across the battlefield.
Upon hearing the flute's tune, the alien warriors who had been fighting fiercely showed expressions of terror. It was as if the beautiful melody did not soothe their spirits, but instead became a deathly, soul-reaping sound.
After the flute's melody began, faint green and yellow soul energy gradually spread throughout the land. The wounds on the bodies of the Imperial Army and War Beast Army healed at a visible speed.
But that wasn't all. Soon, the sound of a zither resonated through the battlefield, amplifying the chaos.
"Ahhh!" The alien warriors, who had been valiantly fighting, suddenly clutched their heads in agony, covering their ears and retreating in disarray.
The leaders of the alien forces, their faces pale, urgently shouted to their troops, "Retreat! Retreat! Retreat!"
Panic spread among the alien warriors. Although they were reluctant to admit it, this situation had occurred several times before when fighting the Hua Xia Empire. Whenever this music echoed across the battlefield, the fight became impossible.
Their initial strategy had been to trade blow for blow, life for life. It was their only way to stand against the might of the Hua Xia Empire.
But since the appearance of these musical sounds—whether from zithers, flutes, or other instruments—the tide of battle had dramatically shifted.
These melodies would envelop the battlefield with strange soul power, allowing the Hua Xia forces to recover their wounds with lightning speed, while the aliens' own strength diminished rapidly.
Sometimes, these sounds would cause the Imperial soldiers' combat prowess to surge, while other times, their speed would dramatically increase.
In short, the situation became unpredictable and bizarre.
Facing the Hua Xia Empire's army had already been a daunting challenge, but now, with the addition of these strange abilities, it made their predicament even worse.
The emergence of the Hua Xia Empire had left these alien races in complete disarray. The territories they had painstakingly conquered in the East and West were being reclaimed one after another by the Empire.
Over the years, their losses had been immense, far more than they had anticipated.
Meanwhile, the losses suffered by the Hua Xia Empire were minimal. Thanks to the healing melodies from the flutes, the Imperial Army and War Beast Army often finished battles without a scratch.
After the aliens retreated, the Hua Xia forces did not pursue. Instead, they set up camp in the reclaimed city, preparing for the next battle.
The Imperial Army and War Beast Army, being semi-living beings, did not tire and could fight endlessly without rest.
To bring the war to a swift end, Lin Qian had deployed his Scholar Generals across the battlefields of the human realm, resulting in an all-out rout of their enemies.
While the seven human factions still hesitated, Lin Qian launched another aggressive offensive, catching them off guard.
Meanwhile, in the Northern borderlands, the Hua Xia Empire's forces had taken the initiative.
For the first time in many years, humanity's forces had left the Northern borders and launched a counter-offensive into alien-controlled territory.
From the mountaintops, the Destructive Impact Soul Cannons once again unleashed their devastating blasts, hammering the retreating alien forces that had already fallen back by ten thousand miles.
The alien races, such as the Formless Clan and Swift Shadow Clan, had assumed that retreating so far would put them beyond the range of the Soul Cannons.
But to their dismay, even after pulling back such a great distance, the cannon blasts continued to rain down upon them, leaving countless dead and wounded.
Amid the chaos, the Imperial Army and War Beast Army launched a fierce assault, capitalizing on the disarray.
Joining them were the Yuan family and the soul martial artists of the Northern region.
For a long time, the Hua Xia Empire's forces had fought on the frontlines to protect them, and they could no longer sit idly by.
They too wanted to engage these alien invaders directly and defend their homeland with their own hands.
In fact, it wasn't just the Northern region. In both the Eastern and Western regions, soul martial artists had also begun their own resistance, though they lacked the coordination and scale of the Hua Xia Empire's forces.
They did what they could, hunting down the remaining alien stragglers hiding in the mountains and relaying any information about alien movements to the Hua Xia Empire.
The people of the Northern, Eastern, and Western regions knew they had to stand united to defend their homes against these ruthless invaders.
However, the eight major factions of the Central Region did not share this understanding. Instead of uniting against the alien threat, they chose to attack the Yuan family.
This was why, when Lin Qian ordered the Hua Xia Empire to attack these factions, he showed no mercy.
While the Holy Spirit Sect was accepted into the Empire because its patriarch was unaware of the sect's transgressions while in seclusion, the same could not be said for the other seven factions.
When these seven factions eventually sought to surrender, Lin Qian refused to accept.
The decision to betray the Yuan family had been made by the patriarchs of these factions themselves, and more importantly, the disciples of the Holy Spirit Sect had shown reluctance and hesitation in their actions, with many refusing to fight wholeheartedly.
In contrast, the disciples of the other seven factions had been all too eager, their attacks vicious and ruthless.
At this point, Lin Qian began to sense something unusual.