The Flaming Abyss, like a ghastly scar, tears through the earth, winding for hundreds of miles.
Even at its narrowest, it spans over two hundred meters wide.
The depths of the abyss are not shrouded in eternal darkness; instead, they are illuminated by a weave of crimson light, akin to a scorching Star River composed of countless red stars, flowing slowly at the bottom.
These are Radiant Fire Stones, the strongest barrier for the many civilizations of this world to fend off the Crimson Curse.
And beneath this abyss, countless Radiant Fire Stones lie dormant, as numerous as the stars.
This massive abyss, combined with the mysterious properties of the Radiant Fire Stones, forms the natural defense line for Humanity against the invasion of alien races.
To transform this natural barrier into a fortress, the civilian officials of Law City travel day and night to various wartime nodes, harnessing miracles of power to lay down the 'Sky Ban Law' covering the entire abyss area, severing all threats from the skies.
The apprentices of White Stone City follow closely, meticulously engraving countless mysterious lines along the edge of the abyss. These engravings extend like neural networks, further reinforcing and strengthening the power of the law.
The priests of Holy City tirelessly bless and complete all the mechanisms and engravings.
Simultaneously, the Great Divine Power Users and their legions from various states arrive, each demonstrating their prowess.
Numerous defensive structures, energy nodes, and blocking positions are swiftly established, this Abyss Defense Line being perfected and reinforced at an astonishing speed.
Now, apart from some troops from Wanfeng City still maneuvering on the eastern frontline with the Wanderer forces, nearly the entirety of Humanity's organized forces have gathered here.
Barriers rise from the ground, battle banners flutter in the wind. As far as the eye can see, millions of combat units and logistical teams nearly blanket the wilds, the sprawling tents and standing weapons instill unprecedented confidence in every warrior.
This unprecedented alliance hasn't wasted the sacrifice of several states whose citizens resolutely abandoned ancestral homes to embark on a tragic yet determined great migration.
Many young warriors who have yet to face the true Wanderer army look at the grand military scene before them, where flags block out the sun and spears stand like forests, and can't help but feel stirred: with the combined might of twelve states, this battle is destined for invincibility!
However, just as the Human Warriors brim with confidence.
A deep and ominous war horn sounds.
The next second, on the vast plains on the other side of the abyss, a terrifying 'black tide' begins to surge.
At first, it's just a black line on the horizon, soon expanding and swelling at a suffocating speed, eventually morphing into a tide of destruction that blots out the sky.
Hundred thousand? Million? The numbers have lost their significance!
Endless Wanderers, like a plague of locusts, engulf the land carrying the breath of death and destruction towards the Flaming Abyss.
The mutated flesh, the horrifying numbers, silence the Human Warriors, even the Great Divine Power Users have grim looks.
When the black flood appears on the horizon, every Human Warrior who sees it cannot help but feel a chill.
It is the world's deepest malice towards life, manifest over millennia, even recognizable as legendary armies of alien races only known in distant chronicles. Now, they've lost all reason, transformed into dangerous Wanderers that know only destruction.
"There are just too many," a middle-aged Hero from Jingtie City sighs softly, "Even for Great Divine Power Users, facing such numbers will eventually exhaust their power."
"Not only that," a female Hero from Red Sea City adds, "they have gained technology support from 'outsiders.' Many Wanderers have somehow crossed the Ten Thousand Mountains directly, our layered defenses there haven't held them at all."
"And the team that lit the green flame behind enemy lines? Haven't they emerged from the Ten Thousand Mountains?" another Hero frowns and asks, "Could they have abandoned merging with us?"
"We don't lack those thousands on the front battlefield," Chang Hui analyzes calmly, "I suspect they are likely searching for the enemy's command center. If they execute a successful decapitation, these Wanderers will lose command and scatter."
"But what worries me most when facing these fearless Wanderers is whether our morale can hold," the middle-aged Hero reminds with concern.
Wanderers are deceased in nature; dead men have no morale. Even without command, they will instinctively pounce on all living beings.
"Morale?" Xia Ming, who has just arrived at the battlefield, laughs upon hearing this: "On this matter, everyone need not worry at all!"
As he speaks, every Human Warrior hears the sound of a cloak fluttering; it's like the most exhilarating war drum, or a battle flag leading thousands of troops, dancing wildly in the wind.
The warriors whose faces had been tense with fear now have flames rekindled in their eyes.
Following this, deafening war cries erupt from the defense line like a mountain and sea, the sound waves even making the Radiant Fire Stones within the abyss tremble!
Simultaneously, a clear disturbance emerges within the countless Wanderer legions afar. Some Wanderers begin retreating involuntarily, while others surge forward in rage, causing chaos in the army, where alien officers desperately try to maintain formations.
The next moment, several figures appear at the forefront of the battle line.
At the forefront is the Champion, Zhu Ye!
His handsome face is as resolute as the Pan Shi, with eyes revolving like the sun and moon, showing no wavering even against the nearly limitless Wanderer army.
The Champion Cloak behind him flutters wildly, seemingly embodying extreme hostility towards all enemies of Humanity, bloodthirsty, cruel, and brutal! Yet it gives the Human Warriors behind him immense security and strong fighting spirit!
Beside him, the last Great Divine Power User to arrive at the battlefield finally appears.
Holy Hero Su Qiao from Holy City, exuding gentle yet resolute light all around her, like the moon rising in the darkness, the greatest faith of this world, the sole representative of religion. Her arrival similarly lifts Humanity's morale.
....
On the other side, sensing the battle line's change.
Within the tightly guarded alien command post at the rear, Sea Nether sitting at the main seat sighs softly: "So, this is the Champion? Once they ascend the battlefield, no matter how desperate the situation, morale and fighting spirit are locked at their peak."
"Slaying until not a single enemy remains... or not a single Human... truly madness. Truly monsters!" The noble, Yin Ke from Mirror Domain, laments, "But thankfully, on our side, we're no less."
As the words fall, the Overlords and Great Divine Power Users shift their gaze toward the rear army.
An elite Chaos Army quickly approaches, Bloodsuckers, Desire Demons, Plague Knights—a psychic team of elite members, though few in number.
Elite because of their noble identities.
Fewer in number because they needn't bear the actual duties of trusted aides, for they are monsters enough to rival a Champion!
The alien and Wanderer legions along the path open their defense lines, clearing the combat deployment.
Watching the figures emerging from within, Sea Nether stands and smiles: "Welcome to your arrival, Lord Di Yuan."
Li Yelai's gaze sweeps over Sea Nether and the other 'outsider' Overlords, and alien Great Divine Power Users.
He reveals a slight smile and loudly laughs inwardly.
'I damn well have arrived!'
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