The world of Eternal Night rose from war and slaughter—its races are, in essence, races of battle.
Once war is decided, the full mobilization of Eternal Night unleashes an unimaginable force.
Now, space gates opened one after another.
Wave upon wave of Eternal Night armies swiftly deployed between White Crow City and the Desolate Forbidden Zone.
Each army was personally led by a powerful genius, commanding the elite troops of their own races.
Every race, for this battle, spared no resources in their support.
The Gnoll prodigy from Eternal Night — Chai Binghuo, led the Icefire Demon Wolf Riders.
Blood Wolf King of the Lycanthropes led the Undying Blood Wolves.
The Heaven-Swallowing Python genius — Tun Jiuxiao, led the Doom Serpent Legion.
The Eight-Armed Demon God race — Qianshou, commanded the Thousand-Hand Demon Gods.
Abandoned Sword Emperor of the Celestial Soldier race led the Abandoned Sword Guard....
Unit after unit began to converge, rapidly taking formation, ready for war at any moment.
And these were not ordinary soldiers—they were the elite of the elite, each already resolved to face death. A storm of battle intent began to build.
But while Eternal Night responded quickly, White Crow City moved no slower.
Before long, it had already arrived in front of the Eternal Night armies.
"Emperor, Eternal Night forces have appeared ahead,"came the report from scouts.
But there was no need to report—one could clearly see the waiting enemy armies ahead.
"Sound the drums!"
Yi Tianxing nodded calmly and gave the command.
BOOM. BOOM. BOOM.
On the walls of White Crow City stood a massive war drum—forged from unknown beast hide, radiating an ancient and barbaric aura. This was a supreme artifact of war, the Ten Thousand Beasts Blood-Spirit Drum.
The drum was mounted high, and before it stood a towering giant, gripping a colossal drumstick, his body emanating explosive power.
He was from a human-giant hybrid race: the Kunlun Giant Spirit Tribe.
It's said that this tribe was born from the union of humans and giants. In childhood, they looked like ordinary humans. But after reaching one meter in height, their growth became unstoppable:
Each year, they would grow one more meter.No matter the age—if a Kunlun Giant reached one meter in height, they would grow one meter every year thereafter, and nothing could halt this process.
Body refinement cultivators already enhanced their physique—but even so, they could not resist this rule.
In one sense, it was heaven-defying. More height meant more power. If one lived for 10,000 years—he'd be 10,000 meters tall.
Of course, there were limitations. Once reaching 1,000 meters, they would suffer the Giant Spirit Calamity—a divine retribution that forcibly compressed them back to 100 meters, greatly reducing their strength.
This calamity recurred every millennium. Survive it, and they could continue growing. Fail, and they were nearly reset.
Thankfully, they could shrink their bodies at will and live normally.
This particular man was named Kunlun Gao—"Gao" meaning Tall—and his name was a wish for him to grow tall.
He now stood over 40–50 meters high, like a divine spirit of war, standing tall on the wall.
He had joined Great Yi during the original Generals' Assembly and was perfectly suited to wield the Blood-Spirit Drum. He was titled the Giant Spirit General, a natural match with the treasure.
Each boom of the drum thundered through the battlefield.
With every strike by Kunlun Gao, divine light flared from the drum's surface, and phantom beasts—fierce beasts and divine beasts—emerged roaring, their howls echoing across the land.
These roars became a thick blood-red aura that surged in all directions.
Every Great Yi soldier touched by this aura had their vital energy explode upward—their strength surging, nearly doubling instantly.
This was the Beast-Blood Spirit Curse produced by the Beast-War Sound—a massive buff.
It enhanced their physique, increased combat power by 30%, and boosted morale to a fever pitch, all without clouding their minds.
A supreme treasure indeed.
Over the years, the Blood-Spirit Drum had bathed in oceans of blood, devoured untold beast souls, and evolved into an Earth-rank innate spiritual treasure, multiplying its effects more than threefold.
"The army ahead belongs to the Gnoll Clan. Judging by their banners, it's one of their elite legions,"Liu Bowen observed from atop the city wall.
"I believe the Golden Split Legion is best suited to break through,"Zhuge Liang said calmly, fanning himself.
"General Hua Rong requests to lead the vanguard!"Hua Rong stepped forward without hesitation.
His Golden Split Legion was specialized in assault warfare—Equipped with God-Slayers Crossbows, Demon-Slaying Arrows, and the famous Golden Split Spears.
Their reputation for devastating ranged firepower and close combat efficiency was well earned.
"Very well. Golden Split Legion will lead the assault.White Crow City will not stop.We will march forward, no matter the corpses underfoot."
Yi Tianxing nodded in approval.
"Golden Split Legion—advance!"
Hua Rong gave a swift order.
Over a million soldiers marched out of White Crow City.
Each was clad in Golden Split Phantom Armor, carried a human-sized cleaver, and wielded God-Slayer Crossbows.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
The first volley of bolts screamed through the sky, tearing open space.
Streaks of light flashed across the battlefield—blindingly fast.
These were infused with true essence, turning into Demon-Slaying Arrows—deadly projectiles that could pierce Forcefields and threaten even Nascent Soul Realm cultivators.
In the chaos of war, there was no room for waste or hesitation—Only lethal attacks.
"Kill!!"
Chai Binghuo raised his battle flag—a banner of ice and fire. This was his life-bound demon weapon—the Icefire Demon Banner, an innate-level demonic treasure.
With a wave, a screen of frozen mist spread outward, forming a barrier.
Another wave—and flames surged like a rain of fire, blazing across the sky.
His Icefire Demon Wolf Riders—mounted atop terrifying war wolves—immediately retaliated.
Each rider hurled massive flying spears from their backs.
Each spear radiated with either bone-chilling cold or blistering flame.
Every rider wielded Nascent Soul-level power.
Each spear could freeze an army, and one hit could lock down even a Nascent Soul cultivator.
Thousands flew—like a storm of icy flame.
Clang! Bang!
The Golden Split Legion's second volley met the barrage head-on.
Countless crossbow bolts intercepted spears midair, clashing and exploding with blinding flashes.
It was arrow against spear, edge against edge.
The volley density of the crossbows surpassed the spears—and if not for the protection of the Icefire Banner, the Eternal Night side would have suffered massive losses.
"Heavenly Soldier Formation!!"
Hua Rong took a deep breath and roared.
Years of experience allowed the Golden Split Legion to instantly respond.
A mighty Heavenly Soldier Formation took shape.
A torrent of power surged into Hua Rong's body, raising his aura to True Spirit Realm levels.
This wasn't a change in cultivation realm, but a borrowing of strength—and it carried all the destructive power of that tier.
"Those who dare block the soldiers of Great Yi—die without mercy!!"
Hua Rong raised his bow—a war bow forged from treasures of heaven and earth, and refined over decades with countless rare materials, including the core of a damaged innate demon bow.
It had finally transformed into an innate spirit treasure:
Cracksun Bow (裂阳弓).
His archery technique was Cracksun Archery ("裂阳箭法")—each arrow blazing like a sun in the sky.
Cracksun Bow, Demon-Slaying Arrow—release!
He drew and fired in one motion.
An arrow flew, radiating blazing sun intent.
It formed a giant sun in the air—crashing down from the heavens.
In an instant, it arrived before Chai Binghuo.
"One shake: Icefall Descent!"
"Second shake: Fire Scorches Immortals!"
Chai Binghuo waved his banner again.
One motion brought down a frozen world, blocking the shot.
The next filled the sky with raining fire.