Whether the Nine-Winged Crow or the Armor King won, it had little to do with Ye Zhongming and Cloud Peak at this moment. They prioritized ensuring victory over the demon monster horde before they could consider anything else.
Little Tiger was the first to charge into the demon horde. The sensation of his Horse Slaying Blade cutting through limbs exhilarated him.
Blood splattered, some landing on his face, only fueling his excitement.
With a roar, he swung his blade forward, unleashing a thick wave of blood-red energy that spread out in front of him. Any demon monster touched by this crimson wave was instantly sliced in half.
Blood Slash, Little Tiger’s class skill and his most powerful ability at this stage.
It wasn’t that he didn’t want to use this skill to help Ye Zhongming by targeting the demon commander with Eye of Revenge. The problem was that he couldn’t lock onto the target, which could only mean one thing: the commander’s mental strength far surpassed his own, rendering the ability granted by Lucy’s tear useless.
The true terror of this ability lay in its maximum five-day “charge” period, after which it could unleash a sudden attack with five times the power. But if used immediately, the power remained unchanged. Little Tiger’s Blood Slash likely wouldn’t be enough to break through the defenses of the heavily guarded demon commander.
However, against other demons, this ability was more than sufficient.
After reaching eight stars, Little Tiger’s strength had undergone a qualitative change. Even though his skill level hadn’t increased, the physical enhancements allowed this single slash to clear a path over ten meters wide, opening the way for the cavalry charge behind him.
In the era of cold weapons, cavalry was the king of the battlefield, and heavy cavalry was the nightmare of all enemies. The only thing that could stand against them was the legendary heavy infantry, fully encased in iron armor and arranged in tight formations.
Even then, that was only possible if the individual soldiers’ strength and equipment were comparable.
Now, the bears’ levels were slightly lower than the demon monsters’, but their green-grade equipment was enough to bridge the gap of one level. Moreover, their primary role was as mounts, not individual combat units, so their level mattered less than their toughness and speed.
The riders, on the other hand, were different. They were formal Cloud Peak warriors, already at five stars and clad in high-level armor. They wielded superior weapons that allowed them to crush enemies of the same level and significantly damage higher-level demons.
While there were many high-level demons in the horde, they were spread thin across the entire battlefield. The organized Cloud Peak heavy cavalry could handle them relatively easily as long as they weren’t level eight.
Additionally, the captains in Little Tiger’s cavalry unit were all six stars, and his deputy had even reached seven stars, making them fully capable of dealing with high-level demon monsters.
And let’s not forget the other cavalry units on the flanks and rear, specifically designed to handle such high-level threats.
With the heavy bear cavalry as the spearhead, Cloud Peak’s cavalry plunged into the demon monster horde. The long lances were like hands reaching out from hell, dragging demons out of this world.
Although Cloud Peak had experienced several large-scale battles, this was their first time engaging in such a massive melee. The full-force charge against millions of enemies resulted in blood and dismembered limbs flying everywhere. The ground was littered with bizarre corpses, none of them intact.
Some of the teams’ remaining ranged weapons began to show their effectiveness, and the remaining batch of crystal grenades started flying out from Cloud Peak’s side.
The Exquisite Floating Ball in the sky didn’t participate in this battle—it wasn’t yet necessary. It was simply recording and monitoring everything on the battlefield. From the sky’s perspective, Cloud Peak and the demon formations collided after a rapid charge. Both sides paused momentarily, and then a mist of blood filled the air, formed by the countless sprays of blood.
One of Cloud Peak’s units broke through the demon line and began pushing deeper—it was Little Tiger’s Vanguard cavalry unit. Other units followed behind.
Soon, the demon ranks began to thin rapidly. Cloud Peak’s overall charge slowed, but they were inflicting massive casualties. From above, it looked like they were slicing through a cucumber, cutting off layer after layer.
However, Cloud Peak’s charge soon slowed to a crawl, and even the cavalry stopped.
The battle descended into chaos.
If one looked closely, one would see that Cloud Peak maintained some semblance of order amidst the chaos. Each unit fought independently, efficiently killing enemies while maintaining their formations. They hadn’t devolved into individual skirmishes.
The demon monsters, on the other hand, were disorganized, relying on instinct to fight. Facing Cloud Peak warriors whose average level wasn’t lower than theirs and who were equipped with superior gear, the demons were at a clear disadvantage.
At first glance, it seemed like the demons had surrounded all of Cloud Peak’s warriors, with some even breaking through to attack Liu Zhenghong and Le Dayuan’s positions. They would face Shengyuan’s unit, the retreating Li Qiang’s shooting squad, and the female guards.
Death became the sole theme of this grassland.
Cloud Peak wasn’t accustomed to death. They were used to victory, to achieving the greatest gains with minimal losses. This mindset, or philosophy, was deeply ingrained in everyone, including Ye Zhongming. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have jumped into such an obvious trap.
But in such a large-scale battle, how could there be no casualties? Even the most tightly guarded formations would have gaps, and with the sheer number of demon monsters, it was impossible to defend against everything.
So when they saw their comrades fall, the Cloud Peak warriors erupted with even greater fury.
The stimulation of blood and death sent many Cloud Peak warriors into a frenzied state. Formations began to break down, and the battle entered a true endurance phase.
“One million.”
These three words spread through all of Cloud Peak’s units at a certain moment, eliciting loud cheers from the warriors in battle. Their weapons swung with even greater vigor.
From nearly six million, the demon numbers had now dwindled to just one million. They had already eliminated the vast majority of their enemies. Victory was within sight.
One million was still a lot, but each warrior only needed to kill ten demons on average. Given how many each had already slain, perhaps the battle would be over in less than an hour.
The situation on the battlefield was indeed developing in Cloud Peak’s favor. While the battle couldn’t be reduced to simple arithmetic, with each Cloud Peak warrior easily killing ten demons for a flawless victory, the brutal fight was progressing where Cloud Peak was trading minimal losses for massive demon casualties.