Chapter 597: Eliminating the Remaining Enemies
The moment the west gate of Blood Nest No. 10 was breached, the shouts of battle from within the city erupted like a hornet's nest that had been poked open, suddenly soaring into the sky.
Meanwhile, a thousand meters above the ground, the duel between Ye Ying ✧ NоvеIight ✧ (Original source) and Jiang Yelan was coming to an end.
The two clashed again, their swords clashing, and the shockwaves rippled outwards.
Using the recoil, Nightshade drifted backward dozens of meters. His light gray pupils swept downwards, and he saw the black smoke rising from the direction of the West Gate and the Beacon Fire Army surging in like a tide.
His expression remained unchanged; he simply uttered a single word.
"withdraw."
After saying that, he flicked his wrist, and the soft sword drew a long, grayish-white arc, forcing Jiang Yelan to dodge to the side.
In that fleeting moment, the shadow of night had already transformed into a streak of gray light, disappearing eastward without looking back.
As soon as the order was given, the three Grandmasters who had been holding back Feng Xue stopped at the same time, and the three streaks of blood light scattered eastward like a flock of startled birds.
The grandmasters in the air who were locked in combat with the third-tier warriors of the Beacon Fire Territory also seemed to have made a pact, feinted an attack, and then retreated.
The Blood Shadow Step flashed repeatedly, and hundreds of streaks of blood light swept eastward like a receding tide.
These people retreated in a very orderly manner, covering each other as they fought and withdrew, and soon they had created a distance between themselves and the pursuing Beacon Fire Territory flying forces.
Zhao Hu was covered in blood, and the axe in his hand was still dripping with blood.
He spat and cursed, "Damn it, those bastards ganged up on me four to one, and I just got a chance to fight back, and they all ran away!"
"Can we stay? If we keep fighting, those grandmasters won't come out on top either, buddy," Paul replied.
Isabelle's long, golden hair clung to her face with sweat: "They've learned their lesson this time. Instead of fighting us head-on, they sent twelve grandmasters to take turns entangled with the three of us. They're as slippery as eels; we can't find any openings."
Paul added, "So, should we still give chase?"
No sooner had the words been spoken than several griffin squads couldn't contain themselves and flapped their wings to give chase, but just as they were about to charge out...
"Stop chasing." Lin Feng's voice came from higher up, suppressing several griffin squads that wanted to give chase.
He hovered in mid-air, gazing in the direction where Night Shadow and the others had disappeared. After a moment, he withdrew his gaze, his tone calm.
"All troops, listen to my command! Sweep away the remaining enemy forces. Those who surrender will not be killed; those who do not surrender will be executed."
The aerial army responded with a thunderous roar, and the flock of ice-winged griffins were the first to swoop down, the air currents from their flapping wings sending roof tiles and flames flying in all directions.
The demonic sect disciples inside the city were already in chaos. Some were still putting up a stubborn resistance, while others were desperately trying to escape towards the east gate. Many more menial and outer sect disciples were stuck in the streets and alleys, running around like headless flies.
Once the air force of the Beacon Fire Territory joined the battle, the situation in the urban warfare was completely reversed.
Ice crystals pierced down from the sky, landing precisely on the most densely populated area of the Demon Sect disciples.
As the griffins swooped down, the riders on their backs brandished long halberds, knocking down one after another of the demonic sect disciples who were trying to escape.
Lin Feng did not join the battle. He hovered high above, his gaze sweeping over the rapidly collapsing city below, his mind filled with information about these demonic realms.
The natives of these planes can indeed be brought back to Earth, but once the interplanetary war ends, their levels will slowly drop. After about a year, they will fall to level five and will never be able to level up again.
This means that even if you capture a master of innate talent, a year later, he will only be a farmer who is slightly stronger than an ordinary person on Earth.
What's more troublesome is that the ordinary adults in these dimensions have ridiculously poor physical fitness and can only do the most basic physical labor.
The disciples of the Demonic Sect are mostly cruel and have a strong desire to kill.
To the Nightmare Plane's territory, these people are not resources, but burdens, mad dogs that may bite at any moment.
Moreover, during the interdimensional war, killing these ordinary adults with extremely poor physical abilities guarantees a drop of at least one gray crystal.
It's practically free money.
Therefore, the lords of the Nightmare Plane almost all adopted the same strategy towards the Demon Sect Plane: leave no one alive.
Lin Feng slowly exhaled; he couldn't do such a thing.
It's not that he can't, it's that he doesn't want to. He's not a saint, but he can't bring himself to wield a knife against unarmed civilians who are kneeling and begging for mercy.
Not only could he not do it, but most awakened beings on Earth could not do such a thing either.
Fortunately, there is still a large area of land outside the Great Wall, so resettling these people is not a problem. It is not too late to deal with any unstable factors later.
He snapped out of his thoughts and looked down again.
With the addition of air forces, the resistance within Blood Nest No. 10 is crumbling at a visible rate.
In a narrow alley in the city, a dozen or so handymen disciples huddled behind a broken wall, their faces pale, clutching wooden sticks and broadswords, but none of them dared to step forward.
A young handyman trembled so much he could barely speak: "Why...why aren't the people from this Nightmare Dimension killing us? Aren't they...aren't they supposed to kill us as soon as they catch us?"
An older servant next to him wiped the dust off his face and said in a low voice, "Who knows! Maybe the rules have changed."
Upon hearing this, the young handyman almost burst into tears: "I... I'd better run now..."
He had just propped himself up when a crossbow bolt landed on the wall in front of him, startling him so much that he sat back down.
"Don't move! One more movement and I'll shoot you in the head!"