Xuanming Sky.

Qing State.

An army of five hundred thousand players, conquering cities and fortresses along the way, marched onto the Red Sand Plain to engage in a decisive battle with the Qing State's Jiuzhou Alliance army.

Nearly a million troops gathered, so massive that a horse whip flung out could disrupt a river stream, and the presence of a large number of Martial Arts experts lent an ominous air, shattering countless clouds.

With so many men and horses, it was evident that no logistics could support such numbers for long, a battle had to be fought at once!

With over ten thousand people, the crowd seemed boundless.

With over a million, even the sharpest commanders could not grasp the entirety of the battlefield.

They could only lay out their strategies in advance and then pray for the generals on each front to adapt on the fly.

When necessary, they used Daoist Skill to communicate with one or two.

Within the main formation of the player army,

A vast number of players converged, forming an army tens of thousands strong, with an average cultivation level between the fifth and sixth grades—indeed an invincible force under heaven!

Inside the commander's tent.

"Talk about heavy swords without edge, at this point, no matter what kind of strategies or tactics we use, it won't benefit the overall situation. Our central army doesn't care how many fronts they have; we just push straight forward. If gods block us, kill the gods; if Buddhas block us, kill the Buddhas!"

Jiang Shang's voice was high and impassioned, "On the plains, when armies clash, all the wit and trickery are useless; it's time for a showdown of raw power."

Huang Tianyao nodded, "The more complex the military plan, the greater the chance of failure. Brother Jiang's arrangement has a taste of building strongholds and fighting tough battles... It's precisely because there's no room for improvisation that it leaves the enemy with no means to think, and they can only fight head-on!"

He looked at Xie Biqi and other player representatives and guild leaders from the various countries, "Director Xie, what do you and everyone else have to say?"

Previously, Xie Biqi had Lin Fan attempt negotiations with the other side, but it seemed to have little effect.

"The Lu Sect of the Jiuzhou Alliance has already rejected our proposal; now, our only option is battle!"

Lin Fan stepped forward to say.

"If Brother Lin is here, I can rest assured. In this battle, even if another supreme entity emerges from their side, it will not affect the overall situation."

The surrounding Martial Artists flattered him one after another.

After all, a First Grade Martial Artist, especially one who cultivated a supreme mythological martial art, was exceedingly fearsome.

Lin Fan was now akin to a hydrogen bomb.

While he may not be able to kill those Holy Immortals, destroying the enemy's army was not a problem at all; he was their greatest trump card for snatching victory from the jaws of defeat—if indeed they were to fail!

"Then... everyone, go prepare."

Jiang Shang suddenly sighed and dismissed the players.

Then, He Zudao came over, silently casting a spell, and immediately vines crept up all around, transforming the area into a secluded paradise.

"Why did Lin Fan only mention a bit when he went to see the Lu Sect and then drop the matter?"

Jiang Shang asked.

"What will you do next?"

Xie Biqi's face broke into an increasingly clear and broad smile as if she had heard the most amusing thing, "What could we possibly do about that 'god of the game'? Have you forgotten? Even Young Master Tianji, who reached the Void-shattering Realm, was bitten to death by a mere Er Ha under their command!"

"So what then?"

Jiang Shang furrowed his brow.

"Based on the countless simulations and analyses by our think tank, such a being is clearly toying with us now. All we can do is obediently cooperate, let ourselves be played with, and perform this play well... Perhaps, at the end of this final act, if we have entertained them sufficiently and to their satisfaction, we might still kneel before them and beg for a bit of reward and mercy."

Xie Biqi seemed to be mocking but also carried a deep sadness.

Jiang Shang and Lin Fan were breathing heavily.

After so many years of toil, along with the countless efforts of players and the casualties in Grotto Heaven...

In the eyes of such a supreme entity, was it all just... a grand play?

"Reminding the natives here is just a precaution... In case we are the losing side in this final act of the performance, then let them beg for mercy from the hand behind the curtain."

Xie Biqi said, "After all, we are both human; we should both cling to this little and insignificant hope!"

...

Thump, thump!

Boom! Boom!

The war drums thundered.

"Fire!"

Hundreds of cannons roared simultaneously, their flashes blotting out the sun, and the sound of explosions continued to ring.

"Kill!"

Across the field, tens of thousands of iron-armored cavalry, like a black torrent, showed no hesitation or pause in the face of artillery fire, charging over.

On the plains, tens of thousands of iron horsemen charged straight ahead, employing a masterfully simple military stratagem!

By then, players and natives alike had completely forsaken all tactics, clashing with sheer brute force!

"Firearms Team, fire!"

From the front lines, voices strained to breaking echoed.

Rows of muskets fired, belching smoke, with lead bullets pouring down like a curtain of rain toward the enemy.

Pfft! Pfft!

Rows of iron armor sprouted blossoms of blood as men and mounts alike fell.

"Fire again!"

"Third volley!"

After three rounds of shooting, the fastest of the cavalry had recklessly broken through the Firearms Team's line, hacking and slashing wildly within.

Moreover, these cavaliers, each with extensive combat experience, were using the terror of death to drive the defeated troops back toward the neatly arranged formations behind.

"Those who dare to breach our formation shall be shown no mercy!"

In front of the rear formation, a multitude of swivel guns were brought out, their fuses ignited, and when they exploded, they sent out a spray of grapeshot.

Pfft! Pfft!

The flowers of death bloomed across the battlefield...

...

Tweet! Tweet!

In the sky above, a massive bird lowered its altitude, skimming across the low air.

Its wings sharp as knives, it swept across the ranks, and with a mere flap, it produced a cutting force like blade energy, slicing through any obstruction.

The Nine-Colored Divine Eagle!

On its back stood several people, including the Sword God Elder, the Wanliu Sect Master, and other elites from top sects, as well as the Jiuzhou Alliance Leader—Lu Sect!

Their faces bore expressions of resolve in the face of death as they suddenly leapt down.

"Ha ha, behold my 'Myriad Swords Returning' technique!"

The Sword God Elder, who held the deepest hatred for the players, flicked his flexible sword, and the void shimmered as if another sun had appeared.

That omnipresent white light was composed of countless sword beams!

Pfft! Pfft!

The flying sword beams stabbed into the heart of the army, slaying players one by one.

"Amitabha!"

Amongst the players, a Martial Monk with bronzed skin and a shaved head brought his hands together in prayer, a Buddha silhouette emerged behind him, and two enormous Buddha hands rose to the sky and suddenly clapped together, enveloping the sword beam sun within their palms and extinguishing it with a boom!

Following Lin Fan, players too began to rise to the status of First Grade Martial Artist!

Moreover, players' combat awareness was growing, evolving, and some even displayed the same genius of understanding one principle through another!

Once at the First-grade Realm, they were top-notch in every aspect, with no weaknesses.

At least, they could match an opponent of the same level!

"Ha ha, Old Man Jian, you've taken the lead again, but who will face me?"

Ming Wuyi landed, pushing out a palm strike as if the sun and moon were shining, joining the fray alongside Jiang Shang and Huang Tianyao.

"Born without knowing where from, die without knowing why..."

Lin Fan sighed, his body accompanied by clouds of mist, confronting Lu Sect and his mount, that First-grade avian Demon Beast…

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