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Ahhhhhhhh!

A miserable scream permeated the air, sending shivers and confusion down the spines of everyone. The battle had just begun—why would a Necoris scream?

Before anyone could wrap their heads around what was happening, the cries of anguish intensified, and Necoris soldiers fell by the tens.

No one understood what was going on or what was killing the Necoris. Nevertheless, the charge continued.

Bang!

Lehat and his team collided with a squad of knights, exchanging attacks. Under the veil of night, a bright blue light flashed through the sky.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

Ahhh! Ahhh!

In one exchange, Lehat lost ten of his men to the deadly, cold strikes of the knights, and the death toll was rising rapidly.

Cold grunts and the clashing of weapons echoed through the sky. The Necoris, with their overwhelming numbers, tried to overpower their opponents, only to die swiftly at the knights' blades.

Against the knights' deadly strikes, the Necoris' scales and weapons were like paper, offering no resistance to the sharp blades.

"Kill them from behind!" Lehat shouted, his voice filled with madness and confusion.

From his mount, he spotted a knight squad and charged toward them.

Yijun looked at Lehat and sneered, charging forward. "Die!"

The massive Horse-Wolf beast attacked, swinging a deadly claw toward Yijun's head. But Yijun wasn't afraid. His armor hummed softly, glowing with blue light.

Whoosh!

His aura surged, and he disappeared from his spot using a movement skill. Evading the beast's attack, he appeared behind it and delivered a lethal sword strike to its rear leg.

Bang!

Howl!

The Horse-Wolf howled in pain, throwing off its rider. Lehat was stunned. It was the first time he had been thrown from his mount.

Crashing to the ground, he scrambled to his feet to help his beast, only to see Yijun's cold blade descending on its head.

"Noooooooo!" he screamed.

Bang!

The Horse-Wolf's head was severed from its neck, its blood staining the ground. Without sparing a glance at the dead beast, Yijun turned to Lehat.

"Your turn." He grinned, his blood boiling.

Whoosh!

He disappeared from his spot with terrifying speed, shocking the furious Lehat.

How is this possible?!

How could this mortal human be this strong?!

His mind was in chaos, but the imminent threat from Yijun made all his scales tremble.

He gripped his weapon tightly, his eyes darting back and forth, searching for his opponent.

"Die!"

Yijun appeared on his left with a terrifying sword strike. Lehat responded quickly, pushing his bloodline power to its limits.

Bang!

Their weapons collided, and Lehat's spear bent into an arc, vibrating violently. Cracks appeared along its length.

"What?!"

"Impossible!" he screamed.

Yijun sneered at Lehat's folly and unleashed a barrage of attacks.

Under the relentless assault, Lehat's spear shattered into pieces, leaving him vulnerable.

"NO!" Lehat roared, his face filled with disbelief and unwillingness.

Bang!

His head was severed from his neck, falling to the battlefield. As Yijun gazed at Lehat's headless body, a bright smile appeared on his lips, and he kicked the corpse away.

"The reign of the Necoris is over…" he shouted, before joining the ongoing battle.

Lehat wasn't the only commander who had fallen to the knights' swords. Half of them had been killed, and the other half were on the brink of death.

Far from the battlefield, the spies sent by various major powers were stupefied by the scene unfolding before them.

What they expected was not what was happening.

They had anticipated the terrifying Necoris army slaughtering their way through the city, but instead, the Necoris were the ones being slaughtered like fish on a chopping block.

How could this be possible?

Where had Dongping City acquired so many powerful warriors?

Why was the Necoris army helpless against their attacks?

Their minds were filled with questions, but there was no one to ask.

Suddenly, a miserable howl drew everyone's attention, and they shifted their focus toward the cry's source.

At the center of the battle, Xorox was fighting one of the young men leading the knights—Ren Chin.

Ren Chin's sword was a torrent of rain, giving Xorox no chance to catch his breath. His body was covered in various degrees of cuts, ranging from deep to shallow.

His armor had long since shattered to pieces, leaving him to fend off attacks with only his scales.

In the beginning, Xorox had been prideful and disdainful of Ren Chin's sudden attack, not thinking much of it. But as the battle progressed, he realized the horror of facing Ren Chin.

This was no ordinary mortal—this was a powerful expert. Xorox had tried many times to surrender but was given no chance.

He wanted to cry, but no tears came. *How could a human refuse to accept surrender?*

Without allowing him to yield, who was the bloodthirsty race now?

Ahhh!

Xorox let out another miserable scream as Ren Chin severed his left arm. Blood gushed out like a broken dam, fear, and despair marring his face.

"H-Human… P-Please…"

Ahhh!

Before he could finish his sentence, Ren Chin cut off his right arm, pretending not to hear his plea.

With no arms left, Xorox fell to his knees, his heart pounding against his chest.

Since birth, he had always looked down on the human race, thinking of them as a lesser species. Now, he realized how naive he had been.

Why did I poke the hornet's nest when they weren't even my enemies?

His heart was filled with regret, but there was no pill for regret.

Whoosh!

A gust of wind blew across his face, and his surroundings turned into a realm of darkness—never again would he see the light of day.

When the few remaining Necoris soldiers saw their once-invincible general fall so easily, they lost their will to fight and tried to flee.

But how could they escape?

Xiao Ming hunted down the fleeing Necoris like a ghost, cleaving their bodies in two. No one saw how he attacked, further deepening the Necoris' fear.

With Xiao Ming hunting them down like a deadly specter, the few remaining Necoris were caught between a rock and a hard place.

What could they do?

Thud!

A Necoris soldier dropped his weapon and fell to his knees in despair, muttering, "We're doomed."