According to the “Supreme Agreement,” humanity could deploy a maximum of three corps in each Abyssal Plane. The number of powerhouses in each corps was also strictly limited.
As the great battle unfolded, humanity, having recuperated for years, launched an offensive targeting the four major Abyssal Planes.
Their ambition was clear for all to see. This battle wasn’t just against the demon gods but also aimed at the Abyssal Planes that the demon creatures depended on for survival!
If they only killed the demon gods, the Abyssal Planes would soon give birth to new Primordial Demon Gods. Even in Abyssal Planes occupied by Exiled Demon Gods, the same would happen.
The only way to achieve lasting peace was to kill all demon creatures, purify the Abyssal Planes, and destroy them completely!
However, the “Supreme Agreement” made it difficult for humanity to achieve this.
There were once eighteen Abyssal Planes. Over the past three hundred years, humanity had completely purified five of them, and those were ranked lower. The ranking of an Abyssal Plane represented its strength.
This time, humanity’s targets were the First, Third, Fourth, and Sixth Abyssal Planes! All ranked in the top ten, their strength was formidable.
Ignoring the demon gods, it would be extremely difficult for humanity to break through these planes with their current strength!
“We are indeed curious about what trump card you humans have hidden.”
“No potential Supreme Being, no Ultimate Battle Lord, and you think three corps can annihilate an Abyssal Plane?”
“Dream on!”
The nine demon gods present each swore by their true names that they would not participate in this battle. Correspondingly, human powerhouses stepped forward, swearing by their own names to uphold the agreed terms.
After this, the human powerhouses exchanged glances.
Shadow One nodded, “We can begin. Guardian Shadow has no objections.”
Foreskin wandered back from the corner and also spoke, “Mystic Market has no objections.”
The sword servant drove his sword into the ground.
“That means agreement,” Shadow Seven explained to Deathsinger, not missing any chance to provide commentary.
“When the sword servant agrees to something, he drives his sword into the ground.” Mike, curious, asked, “What if the sword servant disagrees? Does he break the sword?”
Shadow Seven gestured, “No, the sword servant would slash you directly.”
Mike: Why are you so familiar with this? Have you been slashed before?
Realizing the awkwardness, Shadow Seven quickly added, “My close friend often gets chased and slashed by the sword servant, that’s how I know.”
Guardian Shadow, Sword Servant, and Mystic Market-forces created by the three Supreme Beings-represented their will.
When these three parties agreed, it essentially represented humanity’s will. The critical moment of the negotiation had arrived!
“Joseph Windrider, your part here is done,” Shadow Three approached Joseph and asked, “Need a lift?”
The pale-faced Joseph Windrider smiled wryly, “Please be gentle.”
“Alright.”
With that, Shadow Three punched Joseph Windrider in the stomach, causing his already pale face to flush red. A giant mouth appeared behind Joseph, swallowing him instantly.
Before Mike could ask, Shadow Seven explained, “Shadow Three can help people move within the Abyssal Plane, though his methods are a bit rough.”
“That… almost kills the person, right?” Mike saw clearly that Joseph Windrider’s health had dropped significantly. For other Battle Lords, such a punch could be fatal!
Judging by everyone’s attitude, Mike knew the real battle was about to begin! Even though he wasn’t there, Mike felt his blood boiling.
“It’s a pity I can’t participate or even watch.”
Mike sighed and shook his head. Better not to watch for now.
…
Fourth Abyssal Plane.
A large flag fluttered-Hurricane Corps! Countless soldiers in green armor poured in, taking over the defense of the Fourth Abyssal Plane. Most of them were wind element classes, and even those who weren’t had high mobility.
The leader shouted,
“We are here to relieve you. Hand over all defense duties and return to Earth!”
“Key confirmed!”
“Transfer complete. For Victory!”
“Victory is Ours!”
The corps leader’s lips curled into a confident smile. The three corps originally stationed in
the Fourth Abyssal Plane quickly withdrew as ordered.
The vast human stronghold was now defended by a single corps, making the once impregnable defense seem full of gaps. Strangely, despite the weakened defense, the demon creatures didn’t attack immediately, not even small-scale harassment.
Within half an hour of Hurricane Corps taking over, a massive black portal opened, spewing
black mist.
A tattered, scarred flag was raised, depicting an ugly heart-Nightmare Corps.
Shadows moved within the black mist, indistinct. A tall, slender figure floated out of the mist, approaching the Hurricane Corps leader.
The figure spoke in a clear, melodious female voice, “Allow me to introduce myself. I am
Shadow Two, deputy corps leader of Nightmare Corps.”
The Hurricane Corps leader nodded, “Wait a moment.”
One more corps was needed.
Before the person arrived, their sword did. Space shattered into countless fragments, and
sword energy flew out, forming a new portal.
Elite swordsmen emerged, forming neat phalanxes-the Valor Sword Corps. A black-haired youth with a long sword on his back approached the two and spoke coldly,
“Valor Sword Corps, Deputy Corps Leader, Cedric Blackwell.”
Everyone was here. Nightmare Corps, Valor Sword Corps, Hurricane Corps. To completely purify the Fourth Abyssal Plane, humanity had dispatched their strongest corps!
Shadow Two asked, “When do we act?”
“Keep waiting.”
The three ninth-tier Battle Lords stood in place, waiting for the signal to act.
Within Hurricane Corps, Bob Emberclad looked around, feeling his armor was a bit tight. “Have I gained weight? Need to lose some.”
As he thought this, a storage ring was thrown in front of him, and a messenger’s voice rang out, “Eat what’s inside.”
Before a major battle, soldiers were given something to eat to fill their stomachs. Fighting on an empty stomach would lower their morale. The items in the storage ring had continuous recovery effects and added various powerful buffs. Eating them now would be perfect for the
battle!
“It’s been so long since I was on the battlefield, and the treatment has improved,” Bob Emberclad thought as he ate, noting the valuable items in the storage ring. What he consumed was worth more than a Battle Chief’s three-year salary! This battle might be
another life-or-death struggle.
Bob Emberclad joked to himself, “I should have applied for Dead Resolve Camp. Maybe the compensation would be higher if I died.”
He quickly finished everything in the storage ring. The messenger returned, handing him a
book, “Read the skill introduction and learn the skill.”
“This is…” Bob Emberclad looked at the cover: “Wind’s Reach.”
“This, this, this…”
Even after learning the skill, Bob Emberclad was still in shock. Was this skill meant for him? Shouldn’t it be prioritized for Battle Lords or stronger individuals?
Unless…
“Unless they’ve all learned it already!” Bob Emberclad gasped, feeling a chill run through him. What was humanity planning? Were they really going to rise?
As Bob Emberclad pondered, the messenger returned several times, delivering more supplies.
“Use these items and scrolls during the advance. Don’t worry about precision; prioritize your
safety.” “Change into this equipment. It reduces cooldown and increases movement speed…”
“The previous supplies should help you maintain mana recovery during the battle…”
Finally, the messenger brought the battle orders. “When you hear the command ‘Ride the wind,’ follow the flag and continuously cast Wind’s Reach. Avoid friendly fire and try not to fall behind! If you do, use a teleport scroll to leave the battlefield. Understood?”
“Understood!”
A few minutes later, a giant mouth appeared in the sky, spitting out Joseph Windrider.
Despite his disheveled appearance, Joseph Windrider’s spirit was high, filled with fighting
spirit.
A thunderous roar echoed from the sky.
“Ride the wind. Begin the attack!”
Swish-
Valor Sword Corps, over ten thousand elite swordsmen drew their swords simultaneously.
“Hold your swords!” Cedric Blackwell led the charge, shouting, “Follow me and break the
formation!”
In an instant, ten thousand sword lights flashed across the sky, appearing miles away, turning
everyone into a breeze.
Under the sword lights, countless demon creatures were torn to pieces, not even knowing how
they died.
Boom-
In one corner of the battlefield, black mist surged, and Shadow Two’s voice grew more sinister, “Time for nightmares, my dear.”
Whoosh The black mist teleported miles ahead, and the figures within clashed with the
demon creatures!
The last to move was Hurricane Corps. Bob Emberclad, within the formation, cast Wind’s Reach, roaring with his comrades.
The long-dormant blood in his veins boiled again, reminiscent of his past battles. His blade
was once again stained with demon blood.
Humanity’s three major corps, all using Wind’s Reach, rampaged across the battlefield, frёewebηovel.cѳm
appearing and disappearing like the wind.
Battle Generals, Battle Chiefs, even Battle Lords, fell under Wind’s Reach! The wind swept
through, leaving no demon alive!
The sounds of battle were isolated, leaving only one voice echoing madly:
“Victory for humanity!”