Chapter 961: Adasim Is No Match for Ling Zhan!
And 'Weakness' instantly drained his energy to zero! He couldn't even blink away!
And 'Confusion' plunged him into a disoriented state!
That state meant up, down, left, and right were all reversed.
"This..."
The once confident Darkwing Demon Emperor was completely stunned!
He never expected that right after meeting face-to-face, the opponent would toss such absurd negative skills on him without a word!
He originally had extremely high resistance to abnormal statuses.
But here, his resistance was utterly useless.
And the moment Ling Zhan pulled the trigger, those two bullets were already aimed right between his eyes!
There was no way out...
He could only grit his teeth and instinctively flee, hoping to dodge the bullets.
However...
He was way too naive!
Whoosh! Whoosh!
Those two bullets seemed to carry causal tracking, locking onto the Darkwing Demon Emperor's true body and homing in!
Normally...
The Darkwing Demon Emperor could've easily dodged those bullets.
No—
He could've even blocked them head-on with his dark secret techniques!
But now\...
With three debuffs messing with him, not only were his stats slashed, but his sense of direction was completely reversed!
So barely a second after he fled—
Splat!!
Both bullets struck his head and exploded on impact, blowing off half his skull!
Under the horrified gazes of countless Darkwing Demons, this once-promising Darkwing Demon Emperor fell headless to the ground.
Looked like he was dead.
Because if someone as strong as him were killed, his powerful undead secret technique would've instantly activated.
It would've brought him back to life.
But now—
His head was blown off, his body plummeted stiffly to the ground, motionless—clear sign he wasn't getting back up.
Whoa!!
The Dark Abnormal Demon troops watched their squad leader fall just as easily as their former comrades.
And erupted into stunned chaos!
The once-aggressive Darkwing Demons ready to invade Demon Valley now had their morale crash into the ground!
They all began retreating!
After killing the Darkwing Demon Emperor with two shots, Ling Zhan lightly pushed off with his toes and charged toward the enemy troops.
At the same time...
His calm voice echoed in every ear defending Demon Valley, thanks to magic amplification:
"Charge."
Just one word.
Simple to the point of cruelty.
But that one word—
Boom!!
Every defender inside the magic circle launched into the sky!
Brilliant magical lights exploded like fireworks, flying toward the terrified Darkwing Demon troops!
"Ah!!"
The front line of Darkwing Demons had no time to escape and were struck by the overwhelming area-of-effect spells. They screamed in agony and died in the magical bombardment.
The Demon-Slaying Legion and the Amethyst Legion, having sounded the counterattack horn, were like an unstoppable beast.
Combined with their already overwhelming strength—
The Darkwing Demon troops were wiped out.
Half an hour later—
The Darkwing Demon forces fled in total defeat.
They had come in overwhelming numbers, easily five hundred million strong, surrounding all of Demon Valley.
Now, they were scattered and routed.
Less than one-tenth managed to escape.
And even that was because the Demon-Slaying and Amethyst Legions feared a trap and didn't pursue the stragglers. Otherwise, the enemy would've been annihilated.
"Haha! These clowns dared to ambush us? What a joke!"
"Unbelievable. The Darkwing Demon troops used to give us major headaches, but now they're nothing..."
"It's all because General Ling Zhan crushed their momentum."
"Yeah, did you see that? That Darkwing Demon Emperor came in all puffed up, and boom—Ling Zhan killed him in seconds! Hilarious!"
"Alright, settle down. Time to clean up the battlefield and sort through the loot. Another big haul today!"
"..."
The members of the Demon-Slaying and Amethyst Legions were ecstatic.
This wasn't an ambush...
It was a delivery of loot.
Bags of spoils covered the ground.
Everyone grinned ear to ear.
These were some fat rewards!
Hell yeah!
Aivina and Clodas came to report the battle results to Ling Zhan.
Including scouts expanding out ten thousand miles beyond.
Ling Zhan simply nodded and said, "Split all the merits evenly."
With that said—
He turned and headed back to his quarters.
The rest of the logistics no longer required his attention.
If even minor tasks had to be reported to the commander, what's the point of having lieutenants and officers?
Clodas looked at Ling Zhan's back and sighed, "Didn't General Ling Zhan have a merit wager with Adasim? Yet he still chose to split the credit!"
"Yeah, it's like he's not even worried about Adasim surpassing him..." Aivina murmured.
"Relax. That arrogant bastard Adasim will screw himself over without Ling Zhan even lifting a finger."
"With his personality, he's bound to make mistakes. And when a commander slips up, merits get deducted hard."
"He probably loses more than he gains!"
Zhou Xue'er chuckled nearby.
She knew Adasim fairly well—he had fought a major battle before the Battle Array at Hundred Ghost Fortress.
And his performance? Barely passable.
If he weren't a world-class powerhouse, he would've been torn apart already.
Now, Zhou Xue'er had zero fear of Adasim outshining Ling Zhan.
As if he even could!
"Actually, we got earlier reports saying Adasim got played hard by the Abyssal traitors."
"Lost a good chunk of his forces. If it weren't for the Rotten Witch Cathy bailing him out, he'd have had to resign as commander after that disaster."
Aivina laughed softly.
Of course, battle reports are shared between armies.
That's the only way to plan coordinated strategies.
"He's still trying to compete with Ling Zhan? He's miles behind!" Zhou Xue'er said proudly.
Aivina couldn't help but tease, "Xue'er, people who know understand he's your commander. Those who don't might think you're bragging about your boyfriend."
Zhou Xue'er blushed but snapped back, "My commander's amazing. Why can't I praise him?"