Chapter 1102 - 391: Friends, We Might Die, But I’m Happy... (Part 2)

There was no time to explain, each warrior grabbed one, picking up Hua Jing and Arlin from the ground like chicks.

They unleashed their full Qi and Blood Power.

Desperately sprinting towards the interior of the base, in the direction where the army was located.

The sudden incident caused the two women to let out a brief gasp, their cameras almost slipping from their hands.

Being carried by the warriors, their bodies bounced violently out of control.

"What happened?!"

Hua Jing shouted, still in shock.

However, just as she instinctively turned to look back at the icy plain.

Her voice stopped abruptly.

At the edge of her vision, the gray-white horizon originally covered by wind and snow... had vanished!

It was replaced by an endless black tide, rolling forward with terrifying speed.

That was... Destiny Ghosts!

Countless Destiny Ghosts!

Layer upon layer, like a black tsunami, rushing towards the Broken Spine Gate base, surging towards the army just engaged in fierce battle inside the base.

And beside her, Arlin also saw this scene at this moment.

After a brief confusion, the two immediately utilized their advantage as women.

They didn’t have time to think, using all their strength to shout, their voices reverberating across the noisy battlefield:

"There are Destiny Ghosts on the outskirts!!!"

"So many Destiny Ghosts."

The clarity of their voices resonated throughout the battlefield, even though they were only Tier One.

The women’s shouting successfully drew the attention of everyone on the battlefield.

Whether it was the Dawn Warriors currently cutting down Destiny Ghosts with their blades.

Or the Cold Bone Fjord veterans stabilizing the line.

Numerous gazes instinctively followed the source of the sound.

No one would doubt the authenticity of this information with such heart-wrenching cries.

Especially when Chu Kuanglan recognized the warning voice of his wife.

Chu Kuanglan was the first to roar loudly.

"Enemy attack——!!!"

Chu Kuanglan’s roar instantly overwhelmed all the noise on the battlefield.

The Giant Sword suddenly pointed in the direction of the outskirts of the base, his knotted muscles bulging as if they would tear apart.

"All Dawn Corps, immediately turn around, form a circular defense formation, face the outskirts!!"

"Brothers of Cold Bone Fjord!! Old General Ji!! Leave the scraps inside the base to you!! Quick war, quick resolution!!"

"Logistics, journalists!! Get inside to the innermost part!!"

"Prepare to kill!!!"

This call for bloodshed, like lighting a fuse.

All Dawn Warriors, no matter what corner of the battlefield they were in, no matter what they were doing, upon hearing Chu Kuanglan’s furious roar.

They all hesitated not at all, abandoning their current opponents.

With astonishing coordination and efficiency, like a receding tide, they withdrew from each combat node within the base.

Racing towards the broken city walls, bone pile ruins, ice rock shelters at the base outskirts!

Blade edges turned, Qi Blood erupted!

A steel wall facing the surging black tide.

Rapidly forming on the ruins of the Broken Spine Gate at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The deep blue tide suddenly transformed into a circular dam.

And Arlin and Hua Jing were carried back to the relatively safe core area of the base by two warriors.

At this moment, their faces were pale.

Still somewhat in shock.

But when they lifted their heads, looking at the army protecting them upfront.

Chu Kuanglan and everyone, there was no trace of fear in their eyes.

They followed the cry of "Kill" that Chu Kuanglan had shouted.

"Kill——!!!"

"Kill——!!!"

"Kill——!!!"

Low growls erupted from the throats of the Dawn Warriors who had just completed their turn.

No one showed fear.

No one harbored dread.

Thanks to Chu Kuanglan’s loud voice.

On regular days, he’d simulate scenarios with them, in case they were surrounded by Destiny Ghosts while killing inside the base.

At this moment, everyone had long foreseen this scene in advance.

After all, it’s quite normal for this to happen.

So at this moment, there wasn’t the slightest sign of panic in the Dawn Army.

The roar echoed, carrying intense pressure...

This scene made other journalists who experienced brief chaos also disregard their current image.

Immediately set up their equipment and began filming...

The lead journalist’s hands were trembling...

Because he knew that today they would either document one of the most significant moments in the human versus Destiny Ghost war.

Or...

Today they would follow this army.

Fight to the death here, retreating not an inch!!!

Meanwhile.

At the highest point of the battlefield.

Fang Qingyu quietly floated, surrounded by starlight flows, isolated from the biting cold wind and the earth-shaking clamor below.

Actually, when the Destiny Ghost Army appeared from afar.

He had already noticed.

And the black tide converging from all directions.

Continuously streaming in.

Even now it hasn’t ended.

So exactly how many Destiny Ghosts...

Fang Qingyu wasn’t sure either.

But at this moment, Fang Qingyu couldn’t take action.

Because in his eyes, the originally empty surrounding void.

Now like boiling water, revealed name after name black as ink.

Over a hundred!

A total of over a hundred Destiny Ghost royal members.

This meant not only the royalty of their advancing route.

The Destiny Ghost Army had dispatched the royalty from other routes as well...

This was enough to show their regard for him.

Mind you, he is only Tier Three.

This honor, this attention, was enough to make any Tier Four powerhouse break into a cold sweat and think of retreat.

The corners of Fang Qingyu’s mouth.

However, imperceptibly curled into a slight arc.

"Finally... they are willing to go all out?"

He silently thought to himself.

Actually, from the start of this counter-offensive campaign, the Destiny Ghosts acted unusually, leaving only low-tier and middle-tier soldiers as cannon fodder, letting them be slaughtered, while the high-ranking royal members vanished without a trace.