But luckily, Demon Suppression Abyss has a unique rule.

Within Demon Suppression Abyss, most bloodline family heirs bring a team with them. These deeds are credited to the bloodline heirs, but if they die, the military department does not provide compensation.

The military department only has command over the bloodline heirs themselves, not their subordinate teams.

To sum it up using a phrase often said in the western world: my vassal's vassal is not my vassal.

Now that Yan Song is dead, they can choose to continue fighting or apply to leave the Demon Suppression Abyss.

The military department will not enforce any obstruction in this matter.

The commotion on the martial arts field hadn't completely subsided when Li Wufeng stepped forward first, followed by a few key members of his battalion. He walked up to Qin Tian, raised his hand in a standard military salute, and smiled brightly, "Captain Qin, congratulations! The entire battalion will follow your orders from now on!"

Damn it, you got ahead of us.

The other battalion commanders quickly came over, their voices ringing, "Captain Qin, we'll resolutely follow your commands in the future! Wherever you point, we'll fight there, without question!"

The battalion commanders' voices weren't loud but clearly echoed around them.

Seeing this, the warriors gathered around, in unison gave Qin Tian a military salute, and the atmosphere on the martial arts field became completely lively and united.

Qin Tian looked at these familiar or unfamiliar faces in front of him, raised his hand in return, and his voice was steady and powerful, "I've received your intentions."

He paused, his tone becoming firmer, "From now on, there will be no favorites in the group, only comrades fighting side by side. Holding the line, exterminating demons, making sure everyone can return home alive with military honors—this is what I, Qin Tian, want to do."

"Now, each battalion return immediately for preparation, departure is set for two hours later!"

"Yes!"

The unified response echoed, the sound vibrating slightly in the air.

Under the sunlight, the flag of the Chijin Battlegroup fluttered in the wind, as if cheering and shouting for this troop about to embark on a new journey.

......

When the Chijin Battlegroup reassembled, Yan Song's men had already left the team.

No one was surprised by this, but there was one person's appearance that was unexpected.

That person was Yan Song's Tier Six Soul Master, Old Ghost.

"Strange, isn't he one of Yan Song's men? Why didn't he leave with the others?"

"Right, I don't get it either."

"Is it possible that he's not entirely Yan Song's man, but rather a master here to fight in Demon Suppression Abyss, just happened to be assigned under Yan Song, giving the impression of being Yan Song's close associate?"

"That makes sense."

The generals speculated and inferred Old Ghost's stance and identity.

The whispers, like fine rain, drifted into Old Ghost's ears, but he didn't even lift his eyelids, just calmly looked ahead, with complexity in his eyes that others couldn't understand.

At this moment, a gentle thought quietly slipped into his mind, carrying Qin Tian's unique steadiness: "The child, I have already sent someone to rescue him, you don't have to worry."

Old Ghost's spine suddenly stiffened, his thin fingers grabbing tightly inside his sleeve, knuckles whitening from the force.

He suddenly lifted his head, looking toward the high platform at Qin Tian—who was looking at the entire lineup, sensing his gaze, and slightly turned his head, giving him a reassuring look before turning back, his thoughts continued:

"Afterwards, I will personally arrange his whereabouts, ensuring he grows up safely. But I don't advise you to meet him, after all... his current situation is inevitably tied to you."

Old Ghost's Adam's apple rolled intensely, a hoarse and sigh-laden thought reverberating in Qin Tian's mind: "I harmed their family... not meeting him is apt."

He paused, his voice tinged with gratitude: "Master... thank you."

Qin Tian's thought carried a slight smile: "I'll accept that thanks. Also, don't call me master in private, just follow others and call me boss."

"Yes, boss."

Old Ghost responded crisply, and even slightly exhaled in relief. Compared to the restrictive title "master," "boss" made him feel more comfortable.

Qin Tian watched Old Ghost's slightly relaxed face, a small smile forming at the corner of his mouth.

Inside Demon Suppression Abyss, no electronic parts function, nor can they connect with the outside world.

Thus, he entrusted Li Fei, a former "turncoat," to leave Demon Suppression Abyss with Yan Song's people, and upon returning, to contact Feng Mochuan, reveal his identity, and request that Feng Mochuan's people save the child.

This task was a piece of cake for the Hurricane Mercenary Corps.

"Attention, everyone—"

Qin Tian's voice abruptly heightened, empowered by spiritual power, sweeping through every corner of the martial arts field, instantly overpowering all murmurs.

He slowly descended from the high platform, sunlight flowing over his shoulders, the sheath of the Black Frost Saber at his waist glinting with cold hardness.

"Each battalion arranged as 'Iron Wall Formation,' supply battalion in the center, First Battalion on the left wing, Second Battalion on the right wing, Third Battalion in the vanguard, Fourth Battalion at the rear, Fifth to Eighth Battalions filling the flank gaps!"

Order sharp as a blade, "Check the energy cores of Spiritual Energy Transport Vehicles, ensure each vehicle's Spiritual Energy Crystal reserves are no less than eighty percent!"

"Yes!"

Hundreds of roars collided, making the air buzz.

The eight battalions, like precision gears, engaged instantaneously, their previously loose formations visually transforming and restructuring: warriors of the First Battalion carrying heavy spiritual cannons, marching neatly toward the left wing, the sound of their metal boots striking the ground forming a dull drumbeat; Second Battalion's Spirit Mage team heading to the right wing, forming a solid screen; Third Battalion's assault troops gripping weapons and spiritual power rifles, forming a sharp arrow formation.

The most attention-grabbing was the central supply battalion—they were not part of the conventional combat sequence but carried an extremely important task.

Thirty Spiritual Energy Transport Vehicles lined up neatly, their bodies engraved with energy patterns glowing pale gold in the sunlight, their compartments piled high with crates of spiritual ammunition, defense structure components, and spare Spiritual Energy Crystals.

Each vehicle had a spiritual energy conduit erected beside the driver's cab, connecting to the core furnace beneath the vehicle—a special transport power of Demon Suppression Abyss, it doesn't use fuel or rely on circuits, solely driven by warriors injecting their spiritual energy. The crystal at the top of the conduit was emitting a warm orange glow, indicating ample energy.

"Supply battalion report: spiritual energy reserves at eighty-six percent, defense barrier activated!"

"First Battalion report: left wing formation solidified, spiritual cannons charged!"

"Third Battalion report: vanguard formation ready, awaiting instruction!"

The battalion's reports echoed one after another, Qin Tian stood at the forefront of the troop, his gaze sweeping over the steel torrent-like array.

Over four thousand warriors, dozens of transport vehicles, countless weapons and armors gleaming coldly, spreading a formation several miles long across the wilderness, like a awakened metal dragon preparing to crawl into the abyss.

"Move out!"

With Qin Tian's command, he took the lead step forward.

In an instant, the engines of the Spiritual Energy Transport Vehicles emitted a deep humming, the energy cores beneath them began to operate, and pale golden light patterns flowed across the vehicle bodies like living veins.

The transport vehicles slowly got underway, the sound of their wheels crushing the ground intertwining with the warriors' footsteps and low hums of spiritual weapons, composing a magnificent battle anthem.

Sunlight filtered through the gaps in the formation, casting crisscrossed shadows on the ground.

The shadows of the front-row warriors extended long, overlapping with the rear-vehicle shadows, as if the land itself was moving.

Occasionally wind blew, tossing up dust from the ground, yet it couldn't penetrate this tight formation—the supply battalion's defense barrier formed a pale golden dome around the convoy, tightly guarding the crucial supplies.

Old Ghost stood behind Qin Tian, gazing at this grand scene, his eyes showing a hint of fluctuation.

He had seen Yan Song lead a troop to battle, but the momentum did not compare to the current Chijin Battlegroup—every warrior's eyes were filled with determination, even the energy waves from the Spiritual Energy Transport Vehicles resonated with orderly rhythm.

Leading the troop, Qin Tian could clearly feel the overwhelming momentum behind him, even the air seemed kindled by this force, becoming hot and heavy.

Ahead, the entrance to the Obsidian Corridor lay hidden in the distant gray mist, like the throat of a giant beast.

But this troop had no hesitation whatsoever, the sharpness of the Iron Wall Formation aimed straight at the haze, the hum of the Spiritual Energy Transport Vehicles shattered the wilderness's silence, the metal shine and spiritual energy halo spread across the heaven and earth, the battle flag inscribed "Chijin Battlegroup" fluttering in the wind, as the large force swiftly advanced towards the Infernal Demon Sea.

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