The battle on the ground was even more chaotic. Although the Holy Wave Race's attack was ferocious, with the enhancement of the golden net and the rumbling of countless magic artifacts, the various human armies retreated in an orderly manner.
War puppets, that were controlled by a large number of cultivators, also rushed out to provide reinforcement.
These puppets were of various sizes. The largest was 10,000 feet tall and the smallest was hundreds of feet tall. Each of them contained many array formations and the number of cultivators gathered inside was different.
There were thousands of people at most and nearly a hundred at least.
These war puppets were the ones who had killed the harvesters earlier.
The cultivators inside them fused their cultivation bases into one and erupted with combat strength comparable to Spirit Repository at different stages.
Very soon, the human army on the battlefield approached the golden net and rapidly retreated.
At the same time, the Red Spirit Monarch looked at the Palace Master and spoke again with a heavenly might.
"Kong Liangxiu, the human race is fighting the Black Heaven Race too. The scale of that war far surpasses this place, so the human race's Grand Imperial Capital Region is powerless to send reinforcements. You don't have to wait, you won't get any reinforcements."
"The battle in the Grand Imperial Capital Region is being watched by the various large races in the Wanggu Continent. As long as your human race shows the slightest sign of decline, those races will destroy your human race."
"Do you know why all of this happened?" Red Spirit asked calmly.
"This is because the hunting ceremony of the Flame Moon Mystic Heaven Dynasty, which has been established for four hundred thousand years, is approaching. The ancient covenant is also coming to an end. No race wants to become their prey. So, at this moment, the human race without the regional war artifact is naturally the best offering. By offering you, the other races can enjoy another hundred thousand years of peace."
"So… Kong Liangxiu, the tide has turned, and you don't have much time left. I can give you a chance to surrender to our Holy Wave Race. That is the only way for you to protect Fenghai County."
These words coming from the Red Spirit Monarch's mouth weren't only directed at the Sword Holding Palace's Palace Master but spread throughout the entire battlefield. They even penetrated the golden net and landed in the ears of all the human cultivators here.
Clearly, this was intentional.
In an instant, everyone who heard it felt their minds shake. Red Spirit's words contained a mysterious power, causing despair to rise uncontrollably.
"In order to destroy my Fenghai County's heart of resistance, you used your imperial body to say such ridiculous words. Red Spirit Monarch, you're anxious."
The Palace Master's voice was as calm as ever. There were no fluctuations at all. He was like a boulder that possessed the ability to stabilize the sea despite the impact of the tempestuous waves.
As his voice spread, the human cultivators of Fenghai County quickly calmed down.
At the next instant, the Palace Master's figure took a step forward. As he raised his right hand, the Emperor's Sword beside him gleamed with a radiant brilliance. Its shape transformed into a long spear, which he grasped firmly and thrust directly towards Red Spirit.
They moved extremely fast and their figures could not be seen clearly by the cultivators below, but the fluctuations coming from their fight were incomparably intense.
The slaughter on the battlefield also continued.
After all the human armies retreated, the county shone with the Taboo light. Taboo magic treasures from the various sects in the entire Fenghai County transformed into artifact spirits on the large net and erupted completely, whistling toward the external world in an attempt to stop the invasion.
However, Fenghai County was only a county after all. It was far inferior to the Holy Wave Race which occupied a whole region. Hence, the rhythm was always on the Holy Wave Race's side.
Even though they were only facing the Red Spirit Dynasty now, it was still difficult for them to resist. They could only barely hold on and wait for the reinforcements to arrive.
Time slowly passed just like that.
Very soon, seven days passed.
Regardless of whether it was night or day, rumbling sounds constantly echoed as the slaughter continued.
Although the Palace Master didn't return, under the command of the Deputy Palace Master and the great elders of the Sword Holding Courts, everything was still in order. After the defense line experienced several collapses, it finally held on.
More than half of the fifth defense line, which was 5,000 kilometers away, had been built.
Xu Qing entered the battlefield more than once and had adapted to the rhythm of the war. He was also familiar with the changes in the various armies. He had killed many enemies and also received many injuries.
Although he had the purple crystal to help him heal, the mental fatigue was still there. It continued to accumulate, creating a suffocating sensation.
He even encountered the Spirit Repository cultivators of the Holy Wave Race on the battlefield several times.
Fortunately, he didn't go too deep and barely survived. However, there was one time when he was heavily injured and on the verge of death.
In the end, he met Kong Xianglong and joined his team. Together with Shan He and hundreds of others, they controlled a war puppet and participated in the battlefield.
Under the crazy attacks of the Holy Wave Race, Fenghai County didn't have the time to rest at all in these seven days. Everyone's nerves were tense.
Only when the army alternated would there be a short period of rest. Every time this happened, Kong Xianglong would lie on the ground and stare at the sky in a daze without saying a word.
It was the same for Shan He. He didn't usually drink, but at this moment, he leaned against the huge puppet that was covered in various damages and drank heavily.
He was clearly young, but there was now an additional sense of vicissitudes on his face.
Xu Qing had heard that Wang Chen… had also died in battle half a month ago, three days after Night Spirit's death.
