To figure out what was happening up ahead, Feng Qi continued moving forward with Xiao You and Po Jia.
From time to time, shadowy figures emerged from the rain.
Whenever they spotted Feng Qi, they would all veer off to avoid him, like something terrifying was unfolding ahead.
After traveling for roughly half a day, Feng Qi looked northward. In the mist and rain, a grand steel city loomed faintly at the far edge of his vision.
He realized they were nearing the royal city—the seat of power for the ruling faction of this domain field.
Countless figures were rushing from the city in his direction.
But there was no sign of war here. Why were so many people fleeing?
Just then, the old voice of the Demon Blade echoed in his mind:
"The battlefield isn't here. I'm sensing intense energy fluctuations coming from the west."
Hearing that, Feng Qi turned his head toward the west and pressed on.
Several hours later, his view pierced through the curtain of rain.
He saw a massive army like a great, winding dragon stretched across the land. The formation fanned out on both flanks, extending for who knew how many li.
Wanting a clearer look, he picked a nearby hillside as a vantage point.
He brought Xiao You and Po Jia up the slope with him, and from the summit, his vision opened up.
Amid the rain, warriors clad in cold, silvery-white steel armor stood armed and ready, gazing westward like they were bracing for something.
Judging by their gear and formation, this was a true elite legion.
Unlike the mono-role troops of weaker species, this force had clear class distinctions.
At the front lines stood shieldbearers wielding blue energy shields like anchors holding the army's formation in place.
Above them soared enormous bat-like creatures, each ridden by a mounted knight tugging reins mid-flight.
In the middle section, countless floating arcane mages hovered in formation.
At the rear, a cavalry corps was lined up in ranks, divided into three types of mounts—with the backmost riders astride massive beasts.
There were also plenty of engineering troops in the mix.
Compared to what weaker tribes had to offer, this army's unit diversity and comprehensive structure gave it a decisive edge.
Rain pelted their silvery armor, kicking up dense splashes, yet the entire army stood like motionless statues of war, facing the west in grim silence.
"What a powerful aura... There are some heavy hitters in that legion."
The Demon Blade's voice spoke again.
Hearing that, Feng Qi instinctively concealed his presence.
Over the years, there'd only been a few times when the Demon Blade ever praised someone as powerful—which meant there were figures in that army he absolutely could not provoke.
If he got discovered now, there was a real chance he'd get benched before even knowing what hit him.
But more than anything, he was curious.
What happened here?
Could this be another domain invasion war about to break out?
And just how terrifying was the opposing domain faction to make such a disciplined army go full alert?
With all these questions spinning in his head, he lay flat on the hillside, deciding to quietly observe how things unfolded.
"Boss, what is it?" Xiao You crept up beside him on the right, lying on her stomach and whispering softly.
"Don't talk. Just watch."
"Oh." Xiao You obediently nodded and mimicked his posture, squinting toward the distance.
Po Jia also got down on Feng Qi's left.
Time passed.
Suddenly, a crack of thunder boomed overhead. A streak of black lightning tore through the sky, and the entire domain field trembled.
It looked like something had shattered in the far distance. Ripples surged across the domain's spatial barrier.
Just as Feng Qi was trying to make sense of it, the Demon Blade's voice sounded again:
"If I'm not mistaken, the neighboring domain field has collapsed. The enemy they're waiting for isn't some rival faction's invasion... this might be a disaster sweeping in from beyond."
The moment the Demon Blade's words fell, countless pitch-black figures burst through the Thunderstorm Domain Field's barrier.
Rain poured like a waterfall. Those black shadows looked bizarre—like their bodies had no bones, twisting and contorting as they moved.
As they appeared, a deep, echoing horn blast rang out from the silvery-white steel legion below the hill.
The sound pierced the soul—it didn't just reach his ears, it rang inside Feng Qi's skull.
He immediately felt his blood start pumping faster, like he'd just taken a hit of adrenaline.
His blood boiled.
Then came a scene that shook him to the core.
"Ahh-rooo!"
In the downpour, the entire iron legion roared in unison, war cries thundering across the land.
From the hillside, it felt like a colossal silver-white beast had suddenly opened its eyes, releasing a storm of killing intent.
"Dooo!"
Another low horn blast echoed.
The ground quaked.
The steel-armored warriors swiftly parted to either side, opening a path as the cavalry from the rear advanced forward.
As they reached the front lines, another horn blast sounded.
Immediately, the mages floating mid-air in the center of the formation began casting.
Streaks of light shot down like meteors, landing on the charging cavalry. Their bodies instantly glowed with various auras.
The black invasion force drew closer.
The horn sounded once more.
The beast-riding knights up front raised their lances.
High above, the airborne knights launched the first charge.
The giant bat-like beasts darted forward at breakneck speed. As they closed in on the black wave, the knights dropped purple sacs from their claws.
BOOM!
The sacs exploded mid-air, unleashing violet plasma over the enemy horde.
A huge number of black figures instantly began to melt in the electric poison storm, and even the earth beneath them corroded and caved in under the blast.
The first wave ended, and the horn calls shifted to short, sharp blasts.
With multiple enhancement spells stacked on them, the cavalry pierced through the rain curtain and launched another charge.
The scene was incredibly majestic—like a torrent of steel war chariots crashing forward. The moment they clashed with the pitch-black invaders, they ripped through the enemy like a hot knife through butter, utterly unstoppable.
But the battle had only just begun.
From within the black invasion force, towering figures began to emerge—so massive they looked like moving mountains.
Each swing of theirs unleashed devastating area attacks.
Yet the Iron Legion's response revealed the true power of coordinated warfare. Interlinked formations empowered the knights with supernatural strength. Even when pulling back from their charge, they remained vicious and relentless.
When this wave ended, the cavalry withdrew to the rear of the Iron Legion.
The pitch-black invaders had closed in.
"Doo-doo-doo!"
With a series of horn blasts, the frontmost shield-guards of the legion crouched in unison, assuming defensive stances against the coming assault.
"Hah!"
A synchronized war cry rang out as the shield-guards raised their massive blue energy shields.
The energy expanded outward, linking with the adjacent shields and forming a solid blue energy barrier across the front line.
Boom!
Blue collided with black. Roars of rage filled the air.
The towering shield-guards braced their heads against their shields, muscles taut, pushing back with all their strength.
But under the frenzied assault of the endless swarm, they were forced backward, feet digging trenches into the earth.
"Doo-doo!"
With two more urgent horn blasts, purple arcs of lightning crackled across the shield-guards. Their eyes turned violet, and their muscles swelled explosively.
Hoo!
A collective shout echoed as they stepped forward against the incoming black tide.
Hoo!
Another synchronized step.
They were holding the line against the relentless assault.
The horn's tone changed again.
With the charge halted, the silver-white legion was no longer at risk of being scattered. As the horn sounded once more, the shield-guards abruptly dispersed their energy shields and quickly retreated.
At that moment, thunderous war cries erupted. The elite warriors, who had long been waiting behind the line, surged forward to attack.
Spears thrust through the gaps between the shield-guards, slicing through the rain and stabbing into the chests of the black figures, piercing them like skewered meat.
What followed was a downpour of magical bombardment.
Colorful spells exploded within the invading army like bursts of fireworks.
Doo.
As the horn echoed, the airborne spirit casters raised their arms.
Violet lightning brewed in their hands.
Crack!
A streak of purple lightning split the sky like a battle signal, triggering a cascade of thunderbolts raining from above.
Even the terrifyingly strong, towering black creatures melted under the relentless thunderstorm.
Watching from the hillside, Feng Qi was dumbstruck.
He had always had doubts.
In many races' wars, the outcome was often determined entirely by the top-tier powerhouses.
As if victory was decided solely by who won among the elite, and the lower-tier combatants were just extras on the battlefield, irrelevant to the final result.
He'd even thought those at the bottom didn't matter at all.
But this battle changed that.
It showed him the lethal strength of true coordination in warfare.
When warriors fought together in formation, the power they could muster could even kill top-tier threats.
Those massive twisted black monsters—easily more than ten meters tall, capable of splitting the ground with ease—were vaporized instantly by the thunderstorm, unable to withstand such terrifying attacks.
Even Po Jia beside him looked stunned, jaw slightly agape, completely immersed in the overwhelming power of the silver-white legion.
Only the carefree Xiao You looked unaffected. She had laid her head on her arm and was half-asleep, her little pout showing clear annoyance at the noisy battlefield disturbing her rest.
After glancing at both of them, Feng Qi turned his attention back to the battlefield.
The silver-white legion had taken absolute control of the battle through expert coordination. But the war wasn't over. More and more black figures poured through the domain barrier.
They looked like demons crawling out of the abyss—endless and nightmarish.
Among them appeared monsters with terrifying strength. Some had dark red markings on their skin and could launch ultra-long-range energy blasts from their mouths like falling meteors, striking deep into the legion's ranks.
But the Iron Legion was already prepared for ranged attacks.
The shield-guards, who had pulled back in front of the spirit casters, simultaneously raised their right arms. The bracers on their forearms buzzed, and blue energy shields unfolded.
They linked together, forming a massive barrier that rose above the entire army.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The shield trembled under the bombardment of light beams, rippling under the force but holding strong through the first wave of strikes.
As soon as the blue shield faded, the spirit casters, who had been preparing all this time, unleashed another magical storm.
Bolts of lightning as thick as arms struck down in droves.
Wherever the lightning landed, the twisted black monsters were vaporized on contact.
Just then, Feng Qi heard heavy footsteps approaching.
One after another, thunder-wrapped figures leapt from the legion into the battlefield. There weren't many of them, but each held a long-handled warhammer, descending like divine warriors. As the thunderstorm ended, they charged straight into the endless tide of pitch-black monsters.
Every time one of their hammers struck the ground, a flower of lightning bloomed—blasting out massive craters one after another.
It was clear these warhammer-wielders were the elite within the White Silver Legion.
They swung their hammers like gods possessed, standing alone against thousands. With every swing, sonic booms echoed through the air.
Feng Qi was stunned watching all this.
On his journey, he'd seen a lot of powerful factions, but none with an army as terrifying as the one before him.
"Kid Qi, you've still got a long way to go. With your current strength, just one of those hammer guys could give you a serious fight," the Demon Blade said with a chuckle.
Feng Qi felt a bit embarrassed. "Bro Blade, you mean all of them are at my level?"
"Not all. A few are stronger than you."
"Damn…"
That completely shook Feng Qi.
He couldn't help but think of the Psionic Race. Could they go toe-to-toe with this army?
In the year 1500, the Psionic Race had become the dominant royal clan among the myriad races, but right now, while powerful, their exact strength remained unknown.
After all, with his current ability, he couldn't begin to gauge how deep their roots went.
The gap was still too massive.
The war raged on, growing even fiercer. With the hammer-wielders joining the fight, the White Silver Legion widened its advantage.
Their numbers were small, but their strength was overwhelming. Their muscular bodies, infused with thunder, charged forward like gods, smashing through all resistance.
Just then, Feng Qi's gaze shifted toward the domain barrier.
Zooming in, he saw dozens of figures shrouded in black mist. With black light blooming from their hands, they passed through the domain field's barrier and soared across the battlefield.
As soon as they appeared, they began casting spells.
Black formations appeared above the invading army.
Thick black mist poured from the center of each formation like a waterfall.
The monsters that were touched by the mist began twisting violently, merging with the creatures nearby. Even the corpses of the fallen were absorbed into the fusion.
Countless gigantic stitched-together monsters appeared.
These creatures breathed green fog that corroded the armor of the silver-armored soldiers, stripping them of protection.
Even worse, when these stitched monsters were torn apart, they could reassemble with the help of the black mist—unless they were completely destroyed by lightning.
In response, the spirit caster battalion, having recovered and charged up again, summoned thunder and restarted their cleansing bombardment.
"Raaahhh!"
A sharp roar pierced the storm. From the direction of the domain barrier came a swarm of enormous, partially rotting flying beasts, swooping over the battlefield like black clouds, pressing down toward the silver-white army.
Doo! Doo! Doo!
As the horns blew, the giant beast cavalry—stationed at the very rear of the White Silver Legion—finally moved.
These beasts had engineering gear mounted on their backs. When the riders activated the control switches, energy flowed endlessly into the beasts through spiritual power devices mounted on their spines. The beasts opened their mouths.
Inside their jaws, electric plasma began to swirl and glow brightly.
As the horn sounded again, the beasts released their plasma, launching it toward the incoming rotting flyers.
The area-wide plasma blasts shot down many of the monsters. As their bodies crashed into the ground, they took down swaths of black figures along with them.
After three volleys, the giant beasts looked drained, clearly falling into a weakened state.
But some of the rotting flyers had dodged the plasma barrage and were diving straight toward the White Silver Legion.
Just as they were about to strike, a figure cloaked in a silver-white battle robe leapt from the center of the army, horn in hand.
With a wave of this figure's arm, lightning gathered in the sky and formed a massive hand of thunder.
Smack!
The giant thunder hand swatted an oncoming rotting beast, reducing it to ash in an instant.
The figure stood tall in the wind, silver-white cloak billowing behind them. A lightning crown flickered with dazzling light atop their head.
He gazed westward, arcs of electricity crackling all over his body.
As he raised the purple horn, the downpour grew even heavier.
Black clouds gathered over his head. Purple lightning spread out like a web, tearing through the air with a deafening roar.
The lightning above him swirled into a plasma cloud.
At that moment, the Thunder Judgment warriors stationed on the legion's left flank all raised their right hands.
Lightning twisted and transformed in their palms, taking shape into long spears of pure energy.
Floating in the air, the figure blew the horn.
A storm of energy spears shot forth like a rain of arrows. At the same time, he raised his left fist.
The plasma cloud above him unleashed ten thousand thunderbolts, forming a thunder curtain. The energy spears that passed through it were empowered, their speed surging, arcs of lightning dancing across their surfaces.
As the spears struck the battlefield, they instantly cleared massive areas, reducing the black monsters to ash.
After landing, these Thunder Judgment spears continued to discharge lightning.
But unlike the twisted black monsters, the surrounding silver-armored soldiers weren't harmed. In fact, when the arcs touched their armor, their own combat power surged.
The battle had reached a tipping point.
With another horn blast, the spear-wielding troops who had completed their short-range charge began to retreat.
Taking their place were the core fighters—those wielding silver-white longswords—who stepped forward and engaged the black monsters in close combat.
The White Silver Legion's rhythm was sharp and precise. The front-line soldiers retreated immediately after their charge, and the swordsmen swiftly filled the gap. From Feng Qi's vantage point, the battlefield looked like waves of silver crashing forward, one after another.
Under the efficient rhythm of their offense, the silver-white army rapidly advanced.
Amid the heavy rain, the silver-white army fully controlled the pace of the battlefield. Their killing power grew increasingly terrifying.
Even those twisted black monsters with powerful individual strength fell like wheat before the silver tide.
From his high vantage point, Feng Qi could see that the black monster army was actually very powerful too.
Endless black tides combined with various corrosive spells made them the stuff of battlefield nightmares. But against this silver-white force, they simply didn't measure up.
Whether it was offense, buffs, defense, or overall battlefield tempo, the silver-white army had a decisive edge.
This battle showed Feng Qi just how devastating coordinated combat could be.
When a unit acted as one, they had no fear of individually powerful enemies. The interconnected formations made them a single sharp blade, with every soldier a piece of that blade.
This battle gave Feng Qi new insight into how humanity should build up its military strength.
A seed of an idea took root in his heart.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
The sound of horns and unified shouts echoed as the silver-white warriors all raised their right hands.
Thunderclouds gathered in the sky.
Then, divine retribution descended. Purple arcs of lightning rained down alongside the storm. The twisted black monsters couldn't resist the assault and fell in droves.
When the thunderclouds faded, another horn sounded across the field.
Only a few black monsters were left standing. The side that once held a numerical advantage was now completely defeated.
At the horn's call, the silver-white warriors withdrew into the center of the legion, reforming their initial battle formation.
The Shield Guards returned to the front, standing once again as the sturdy vanguard.
Scanning the scorched battlefield, Feng Qi spotted a single trembling black figure rising to its feet. It lifted a black orb in its hand, then dropped to one knee before the silver-white legion.
It was showing submission.
As this happened, the figure in mid-air wearing a purple crown raised his right hand.
White arcs of lightning coiled in his palm, forming a long spear of thunder.
He threw the spear.
It tore through space and struck the kneeling figure squarely, ending its life instantly.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
All the silver-white warriors raised their weapons and let out a thunderous shout toward the west—a show of dominance.
This scene left Feng Qi utterly stunned.
Under the storm and crackling lightning, the silver-white army looked like an awakened steel colossus, overlooking the world with unmatched might.
"So strong… Bro Blade, how would you rank this force compared to others you've seen?" he asked.
"This one's top tier. Most of the factions I've come across are from the Lingyu World. From what I know, the Mist Clan of the second layer might be able to fight them—especially their Elder Council. When they fight together, their combat power is insane."
"What about the Sword Clan?"
"The Sword Clan's development model is unusual. They poured all their resources into that bastard Jian Ji. The rest of the clan actually got held back because of him. But to be fair, Jian Ji alone is strong enough to let the Sword Clan dominate their area."
Feng Qi nodded at the Demon Blade's explanation.
Jian Ji followed the lone powerhouse path, while the Mist Clan pursued collective development—totally different strategies.
Looking at it from a future perspective, clearly the Mist Lord's model had more potential.
Even if the Sword Clan survived into the year 1500, it'd likely be only Jian Ji who could compete on top-tier battlefields.
They'd still be called a clan, but it would be in name only. Everyone else would just be cannon fodder.
It was like the vision from one of Feng Qi's previous dream timelines—when Zhang Daowen alone held up the entire human race. Once he fell, humanity collapsed with him.
This war opened Feng Qi's eyes. He saw firsthand the might of legion-style warfare.
And it gave him a new direction to consider for humanity's development.
Staring at the reorganizing silver-white legion on the battlefield, he could feel their fighting spirit rising like a flame.
To him, this army had earned a ticket to the future.
Old Mi had once said that a powerful race must have certain qualities.
One of those was diversified development, especially in combat roles—covering all areas and filling every gap.
The silver-white legion clearly achieved that.
Every warrior had a clearly defined role. They weren't just blindly charging around like a chaotic mess.
This battle was like a perfect lesson. Feng Qi drew tons of inspiration from it.
The only thing he couldn't figure out was—where did the black monsters get the courage to invade a force this terrifying?
This wasn't an invasion. It was a suicide mission.
And something else puzzled him.
Why were there so many figures retreating behind the silver-white army?
This war barely cost them anything at all.
Just as Feng Qi was wondering, the answer appeared.
He saw a new figure step through the domain barrier in the distance.
With the Demon Blade's help, Feng Qi's pupils turned pitch black, and his vision zoomed in.
He saw the newcomer clearly.
The figure was about one meter sixty-five tall, dressed in a thin black veil made from some unknown material. On their right arm was a tattoo of a dark red flag. Three slanted lines were inked on each cheek.
In his right hand, the figure held a dark red flag planted into the ground.
The patterns on the flag shifted with the wind. Even from a great distance, Feng Qi felt its influence—his spiritual power seemed to be drawn toward the banner, like it was a black hole trying to devour him completely.
The moment he saw that flag, Feng Qi's pupils constricted sharply.
He was very familiar with it.
In the future world 1500 years from now, he had once visited the Blood Soul Clan's territory and seen the miraculous item that had brought them to power—the Blood Soul Flag.
The one in this mysterious figure's hand was clearly a miniature version of that same Blood Soul Flag.
According to the Mist Lord's description, the Blood Soul Flag was terrifying. Any living creature that died beneath its shadow would have its soul seized and become a malevolent spirit bound and enslaved by the flag.
Only one person had arrived, but Feng Qi already felt a crushing pressure.
No wonder the silver-white legion had mobilized their full force. No wonder they had evacuated some of their people ahead of time.
Their true enemy wasn't the tide of black monsters.
Thinking back to the chaotic tempo of the black creatures' attacks, he quickly pieced it together.
Clearly, the black monsters were also the invaded party. With nowhere left to retreat, they had fled into this thunder-filled domain field.
And it made sense—when the black horde first arrived, he had seen signs of a shattered domain barrier in the distance.
Back then, the Demon Blade had already warned him: a calamity was spreading.
It was obvious now—the neighboring domain field had already been overrun by the Blood Soul Clan.
Only one member had arrived here, yet the pressure was overwhelming.
The Blood Soul Flag fluttering in the rain felt like a mountain that could never be crossed, blocking the silver-white army's path.
At that moment, the figure wearing the thunder crown looked toward the one holding the Blood Soul Flag and called out.
His voice echoed like rolling thunder, spreading in all directions.
Having studied domain theory, Feng Qi understood what he meant.
The king of the silver-white legion was extending goodwill, expressing a willingness to hand over nearly half of the tribe's resources in exchange for peace.
But in response, the Blood Soul Clan member's face twisted into a hideous grin. He opened his mouth and spoke.
He used the common tongue of the Blood Domain micro-world—something Feng Qi just happened to have studied.
His meaning was clear: "Our Blood Soul Clan is currently trapped in the quagmire of war and in dire need of all kinds of resources. So the clan elders sent me to seize them. I want both your resources… and your lives."
It was a declaration of absolute dominance, showing no intent of leaving the silver-white legion any path to survival.
From this, Feng Qi understood the situation more clearly.
The Blood Soul Clan's territory obviously wasn't nearby. Somewhere else, they were deeply embroiled in war and couldn't gather resources from the surrounding region.
To support that war, they must've used spatial teleportation to send this clan member out of their home domain field, dispatching him to pillage and kill as a means of restocking supplies.
He couldn't even imagine what kind of race could put that much pressure on the Blood Soul Clan in the first place.
But that question wasn't important right now.
His gaze returned to the battlefield.
Faced with the Blood Soul Clan's ruthless demand, giving no room for retreat, the king of the silver-white legion furiously blew his horn.
In an instant, the sound thundered through the heavens, and Feng Qi felt his own blood accelerate again.
One million silver-white warriors raised their weapons in unison and roared a battle cry at the Blood Soul Clan member.
Mocked by the provocation, the Blood Soul figure grinned cruelly and began walking toward the silver legion.
The Blood Soul Flag in his hand shimmered with changing patterns in the rain.
The contrast in this scene was striking.
One man walking toward an army—yet the momentum he carried didn't feel any weaker. It was as if he was the one holding the advantage.
Another horn sounded.
In response to the threat, the warriors of the silver-white legion raised their weapons high. Thunderclouds gathered over the army, purple plasma surging as space tore open with arcs of lightning everywhere.
With a deafening roar, lightning poured down like a waterfall, crashing toward the lone figure walking forward.
At that moment, the Blood Soul Clan member also raised the Blood Soul Flag.
The flag rose into the sky.
As it fluttered in the wind, Feng Qi heard a sigh echo in his ears. The sound felt like it came from the depths of ancient time, piercing through space and history to echo directly in his mind.
In that instant, the rain froze midair, as if time itself had stopped.
The flag swelled violently in the wind.
Step.
The Blood Soul Clan member took a step forward. Even from a distance, the sound was clear.
Lightning flickered, and vague, ghostly figures began to appear beside him.
Step.
Another step forward. The shadowy figures became more distinct—and their numbers multiplied.
When the third step landed, Feng Qi locked his gaze and saw countless malevolent spirits swirling around the Blood Soul Clan member.
With the power of the Blood Soul Flag behind him, he alone was an army.
The flag kept waving as blood-colored clouds gathered above. A terrifying aura of slaughter swept across the land.
Even from afar, Feng Qi's vision was affected by a psychic illusion.
He saw the final moments of countless lives—their struggles and their screams of agony. That flag had come from the era of the Pillar Gods. Through a long and bloody history, it had consumed an unknown number of souls and the pain they left behind.
Just floating in midair, the Blood Soul Flag's illusion of slaughter was enough to strike terror into the hearts of any who saw it.
The killing intent of the Demon Blade's heart couldn't compare to the Blood Soul Flag at all.
Even as lightning struck it again and again, the patterns on the flag kept shifting.
One by one, the countless malevolent spirits took on a crimson sheen, their once-blurry forms growing more solid.
Feng Qi recalled how the Mist Lord once explained the Blood Soul Flag.
He'd seen a recording of it in action—an image of it fluttering in battle, releasing billions of malevolent spirits onto the battlefield. Everything it swept past turned to nothingness. No living creature could survive the devouring frenzy of those countless spirits.
Worse yet, the Blood Soul Flag could transform the dead enemies into its own vengeful spirits.
The more foes it faced, the stronger it became.
That's why the Mist Lord once suggested a countermeasure. Only a handful of high-level elites attacking together might have a chance to turn things around. Facing the Blood Soul Flag, numbers were a liability.
But even that was just a theory. Deep down, the Mist Lord felt helpless against it too.
Now, lying prone on a slope, Feng Qi was about to witness the Blood Soul Flag's horror for himself.
As the countless malevolent spirits surged forward like autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves, the million-strong silver-white legion looked like a lone boat in a raging sea, on the verge of being swallowed at any moment.
Tactics, battle formations, troop types—none of it mattered in the face of such overwhelming force.
The mighty silver-white legion that Feng Qi had thought invincible was instantly drowned by the flood of spirits.
These spirits nourished by the Blood Soul Flag weren't like the ghostly shadows of the Mist Lord's clan. They were crimson soul-forms, savage and bloodthirsty, devouring everything in sight.
Even the purple lightning falling from the sky became food in their eyes.
What truly made Feng Qi's scalp tingle was the fact that the very world of this domain field was starting to show black blotches under the spirits' mad onslaught.
That was something incredibly strange.
In high-intensity battles, space tearing was normal.
But space could repair itself. Even if cracks appeared, they would eventually mend.
Now, however, the spots being eaten away by the spirits weren't healing.
Which meant the Blood Soul Flag's summoned spirits were actually devouring the domain field itself—trying to consume the entire world.
The sight made Feng Qi's body go cold.
It even made him think of Little Black.
"Is Little Black your instinctive fear?"
The Demon Blade suddenly asked.
"Pah, like hell I'd be scared of Little Black!"
"Oh."
Feng Qi: …
Looking toward the battlefield, the sky-darkening flood of spirits pressed down, and the silver-white army simply couldn't hold them off.
This wasn't a war—it was a one-sided slaughter.
Purple lightning lashed out wildly, but in the face of the endless tide of spirits, it was quickly consumed. The energy couldn't even spread.
In Feng Qi's sight, the silver legion was completely submerged in the wave of vengeful spirits.
Faint arcs of electricity could still be seen flashing inside, proof that the fight hadn't ended just yet—but such resistance felt utterly futile.
There was no need to think—the battle was already over.
The king of the silver-white legion had clearly known how terrifying the Blood Soul Flag was, but he still underestimated its true power. He thought he could fight back, and chose not to retreat in advance.
That single mistake doomed this powerful race, one with immense future potential, to utter destruction.
The war wasn't officially over yet, but Feng Qi knew he couldn't stay any longer.
The outcome was already decided. The vengeful spirits were still spreading fast. If he didn't want to die, he had to escape now.
With that thought, he immediately said, "We run."
Hearing him shout, Po Jia instantly got up.
Feng Qi reached out and yanked Little You, who was still asleep on the ground with sparkling drool on her lip.
"Boss, is it mealtime?" Little You blinked awake and slurped the drool back into her mouth.
"Mealtime your head—we're running."
"Oh, we're running."
Little You nodded hard to show she understood, then followed Feng Qi, who had already started moving south.
The western path had been completely swallowed by the spirits—trying to push through there was suicide.
Their only options were to go north or south.
The north was full of dense cities—not an easy route.
South was clearly the better choice.
After half a day of sprinting, Feng Qi was gasping for breath.
Po Jia, who was following behind, was drenched in sweat and shaking. As soon as they stopped, he tilted his head and collapsed unconscious.
Only Little You seemed totally unaffected. She'd even taken a nap along the way.
On the road, Feng Qi noticed that the domain field was beginning to collapse.
Looking up, he saw fine cracks spreading through the sky.
The vengeful spirits were close to breaking the balance that held the domain field together.
The destruction continued. After a short rest, Feng Qi had Little You carry Po Jia and they kept running.
He had only one thought left in his mind: get out of this Thunder Domain Field as soon as possible.
Maybe the future Demon Blade would be able to fight back against a miracle item, but the current one stood no chance against the Blood Soul Flag.
He didn't know how long he had been running when a domain field barrier finally came into view in the distance.
But just as they were about to cross it, a purple figure shot in like a meteor and slammed into the ground ahead, blasting out a crater a hundred meters wide.