Chapter 1083 - 387: If We Can’t Hold the Line, Then We Won’t Hold It...

Become the sacrifice in this brutal war.

There is no third option.

And at this moment, these sixty-three thousand warriors standing in front of Fang Qingyu, whether the elite from Dawn or the veterans from Cold Bone Fjord, show no hint of regret or fear in their eyes.

On the contrary, a boiling battle intent, suppressed for far too long, finally erupts within their chests.

They’ve been suffocated for too long.

Bound by rules in the city, passively beaten on the Great Wall.

Struggling to hold the line on the defensive ring...

Humanity seems to always be on the defense, always yielding.

But this time, the City of Dawn has sounded the horn of attack.

They are the first to tear through the darkness for humanity, ushering in dawn.

This honor, this mission, sets everyone’s blood boiling.

They yearn for battle.

Yearn to drink deeply of Life Ghost blood with the blades in their hands!

Yearn for a sweeping victory.

To declare the existence of humanity.

Fang Qingyu’s gaze slowly sweeps across everyone, finally resting on the direction of the distant Skeleton King Court, veiled in wind and snow.

Slowly raising his right hand.

A deep and clear voice, like muffled thunder rolling across the icy plains, penetrates the howling snowstorm, echoing clearly in every warrior’s ears:

"This battle... will be won!!!"

"Victory——!!!"

"Victory——!!!"

"Victory——!!!"

Sixty-three thousand Transcendents erupt with earth-shattering roars at the same time.

The roar converges into an invisible torrent, surging skyward, scattering the snowflakes in all directions.

Countless right arms rise high, pointing towards the gray sky.

Huge sound waves reverberate between the ice valleys, lingering endlessly.

Fang Qingyu lowers his arm, eyes fixed northward.

"Move out!"

Boom——

Heavy as muffled thunder, uniform like a single person, the footsteps suddenly resound.

The torrent begins to flow, intertwining Deep Blue and dark gray.

Along the Ice Valley passage, they proceed resolutely towards the depths of the Arctic.

Towards the Skeleton King Court, symbolizing the highest power of the Life Ghosts.

Rolling forth!

...

At the front of the troops is the Sharp Blade Squad.

Responsible for clearing obstacles for the main force and scouting the path ahead.

Fang Qingyu, Jiang Wei, Lu Jiuyuan, along with two who have followed Fang Qingyu since the days of City of Injustice.

Powerful and seasoned Tier Three Peak Martial Artists, Zhao Mang and Sun Qi.

The five distance themselves from the main forces.

Sweeping swiftly across the snow-laden ice plains.

Their speed is incredible, leaving the howling cold wind behind.

Below is an undulating ice field covered by thick snow.

Gray-white ice floes pile up at the end of their vision.

Suddenly, Fang Qingyu’s starry eyes narrow slightly, his movement abruptly slows.

Following this, Jiang Wei, Lu Jiuyuan, and others sense something at once.

They halt their advance, hovering in mid-air, gazing at the snowy front below.

Just then, on an ice field relatively open, about several miles away from them.

A fierce chase unfolds.

Hundreds dressed in Federation-standard deep gray winter combat uniforms, now tattered and stained with blood and ice, flee desperately towards their direction.

Their formation is scattered, many are wounded, supporting each other.

Faces are etched with exhaustion and despair.

Behind them, are thousands of varied shapes of Life Ghosts pursuing relentlessly like tenacious parasites.

Like wolves herding sheep, they occasionally roar.

Driving the food ahead.

"Why are the Federation troops on this path?"

Lu Jiuyuan furrows his brows, his voice thick with confusion.

"This route is our planned path to the Royal Court, located deep behind the main battlefield of Cold Bone Fjord. It should be a relatively weak zone in terms of Life Ghost strength, and hence the direction we chose."

"How could a Federation troop be hunted here? Besides, it seems... they escaped from even deeper?"

This completely defies logic.

This troop of hundreds, neither in equipment nor condition, resembles elite vanguard soldiers executing a deep enemy territory mission.

More like a lost and disoriented retreating force.

Fang Qingyu’s eyes turn contemplative, a starry river slowly turns within his starry eyes, instantly taking in the battlefield below.

Without hesitation, he says in a deep voice: "Let’s go down and take a look."

The five of them transform into five streams of light, tearing through wind and snow.

Rushing down before the pursued human troop like meteors.

"Boom——!"

The terrifying airwaves stirred upon the five landing, like an invisible giant hammer slammed onto the ground.

Furious shockwaves explode in circular patterns, instantly sending dozens of Low Tier Life Ghosts flying at the forefront.

The snow mixed with ice rises high.

Creating a temporary white curtain.

This unexpected change causes the fleeing hundreds of Federation soldiers to halt abruptly.

Looking forward at the snow curtain with terror.

And the five silhouettes emerging slowly within the snow curtain.

The Life Ghost group pursuing from behind also falls into a brief confusion.

Uttering uncertain screeches.

Fang Qingyu sees this, stands at the forefront, slowly raises his right hand, forming a fist with his five fingers.

Facing the torrent of thousands of still roaring Life Ghosts, he casually punches out.

A ray of star energy, condensed to the extreme, bursts from Fang Qingyu’s fist.

The star light initially as thick as an arm, upon leaving the body, surges with the wind, transforming into a dazzling star river torrent spanning the sky.

Wherever the star light touches.

Even sinister roaring elite Life Ghosts, before this star light, have no time to scream before being instantly annihilated.