San Qiu didn't elaborate, but Xiao Xun naturally understood. The current battle was indeed critical, and he turned to San Qiu with a nod, "Rest assured."
Xiao Xun's Black Bat Squadron One and the Falcon Brigade tore through the sky, arriving to provide support, carrying the new high-capacity missiles developed by Luojia De.
Dark clouds rolled in and churned ceaselessly. Beneath the dark clouds, the monsters and everyone else fought with equal ferocity. However, the tide of the battle was gradually turning in their favor.
Under the relentless bombardment from above, chaos erupted among the ranks of the Scourge Legion soldiers. Clearly, this situation made even these ignorant soldiers feel a sense of foreboding. Conversely, the righteous path's morale surged, and their fighting spirit soared.
Instantly, the black clouds dispersed with a thunderous roar, like a gale sweeping across the heavens and earth, blowing through the wind and rain. From the deepest part of the black clouds, a colossal vortex suddenly began to spin outwards at high speed, drawing in countless black clouds which then scattered without a trace.
The Scourge Legion soldiers roared to the sky as the black clouds retreated, resembling a malevolent aura ascending to the highest heavens.
The military officers of each unit turned pale. Xiao Xun stood outside the conference room, his brow furrowed, muttering in a low voice, "Is this the Scourge Legion's boss?"
The middle-aged man in the sky was expressionless, his gaze sweeping over the battlefield below. Even as he witnessed the great demonic beasts that had once protected him fall one by one, he showed no outward emotion, as if he had long since accepted the inevitability of life and death.
The dark clouds in the sky were suddenly drawn by some immense gravitational force, converging from all directions above Zhen Hun, the commander of the Scourge Legion. They then gradually formed an incredibly massive black vortex, spinning rapidly and emitting a sharp, piercing sound as it descended slowly from the sky.
The sheer girth of the vortex was unbelievable; at first glance, it seemed capable of swallowing the entire city of Jieteg.
At this moment, the sky was low and the wind howled fiercely, creating a scene of utter brutality, like the end of the world unfolding before their eyes, instilling a sense of despair.
The officers of each army unit turned pale. Such divine power and magic were truly unprecedented and unheard of. Could this be the true arrival of a scourge?
As the colossal vortex slowly descended, its dark and terrifying form gradually revealed itself. An invisible suction began to envelop everyone on the plaza.
Xiao Xun and the other two wore solemn expressions. Bo Tu gazed at the massive vortex for a long time, then whispered, "This kind of demonic power is truly rare in my life. Your Highness Swain, the soldiers below may not be able to withstand such sorcery. Perhaps we should..."
Xiao Xun slowly nodded, saying, "General, you speak wisely. Since the main antagonist has revealed himself, it is time for us to..."
Before he could finish speaking, the colossal vortex, which had been descending slowly, suddenly accelerated its descent, heading straight for the plaza. At the same time, the roars of countless Scourge Legion soldiers intensified, piercing the heavens with extreme shrillness.
The officers of each unit turned pale. Faced with this unprecedented and bizarre demonic art, everyone was at a loss as to how to respond.
Two flight squadrons and one flight brigade's aircraft were instantly sucked into the vortex with a "swoosh." Their speed was so great that onlookers could not react, watching helplessly as all the aircraft were torn into the bizarre, colossal vortex.
From the distant depths, faint cries of agony could be heard. Within the vortex, blood-red light flashed, and after a moment, all sound ceased. The crowd fell into a stunned silence, exchanging bewildered glances.
The muscles in Xiao Xun's face twitched slightly, then he looked away, turning his gaze to the formidable enemy before him, one he had never encountered in his life.
Manipulated by an unseen, bizarre force, the colossal black vortex descended from the sky. Amidst the gale and dark energy, Zhen Hun's cold eyes seemed to pierce through the world's carnage as he looked coldly, meeting Xiao Xun's stern gaze across the distance.
Xiao Xun's heart trembled slightly. Though the figure in the distance appeared human, there was an inexplicable lack of human emotion in his eyes. His cold gaze seemed to regard all living things as mindless beasts, his killing intent exceptionally strong, truly like a ferocious, savage beast.
At that very moment, the vortex descended from the sky. The incredibly hard white jade slabs beneath the vortex emitted a low, muffled thud. In moments, countless cracks spread across them, bursting open, and the very earth, sand, and massive rocks were violently propelled upwards.
Suddenly, the corpses of the six colossal demonic beasts, which the righteous path had painstakingly eliminated, began to move again.
At this moment, a spectral, ghostly aura rolled in. The six massive corpses stumbled forward. Though not agile, they were drawn by a strange force, their immense bodies dragging, carving deep furrows in the ground as they were pulled into the colossal vortex.
The vortex vanished, and the plaza was now occupied by a new and unimaginable monster. Its body was colossal, even three times larger than the original six great demonic beasts. Human and beast soldiers, along with the ordinary Scourge Legion soldiers, were as insignificant as ants before this creature.
A bloody stench emanated continuously from the monster, and even from its own body, blood continuously seeped. Everywhere, stark white bones were visible. The immense skeletal structure made it clear that this was essentially a stitched-together abomination, a reassembly of the corpses of the six great demonic beasts.
And standing atop the colossal abomination's head was Zhen Hun, the commander of the Scourge Legion. His face now appeared slightly pale, but the intense killing intent in his eyes seemed to rage even more fiercely.
The gigantic, hideous skull of white bone slowly swayed, emitting a strange "cracking" sound. Within its hollow eye sockets, a different, invisible malevolence seemed to lurk, glaring fiercely at those before it.
A foul, putrid stench washed over them.
This reborn malevolent spirit seemed to become restless throughout its entire body, emitting low growls.
With a deep growl from the colossal malevolent beast, its entire skeletal structure burst with a piercing sound. The massive body began to move slowly forward. With each step, the ground beneath it seemed unable to withstand the pressure, sinking deeply. The scent of blood wafted everywhere.
Xiao Xun, Bo Tu, and San Qiu, along with two others, appeared at a higher vantage point. San Qiu struck first, extending his left hand, and a burst of fire erupted from his palm, forming in mid-air with an amber hue—the mystical fire art of the Light Flame family.
The flame was almost solidified. Small in appearance in San Qiu's hand, it suddenly flared as he flipped his palm, his expression stern, his hands dancing like shooting stars across the sky. That speck of pure flame left his body, slowly revolving in mid-air. It appeared slow but was actually fast as it flew towards the abomination.
This was the first time Xiao Xun had seen San Qiu cast magic. Moreover, his expression was solemn as he performed the spell, shedding his usual image of a stingy, lecherous uncle and appearing incredibly majestic, like an ancient god of fire.
At this moment in mid-air, the flame emitted by San Qiu, with its amber glow, though small, remained cohesive as it flew towards the monster. It collided with the white, bony structure.
The amber flame, unable to be cleaved by the immense, mountain-like, and unyielding white bones, actually burned into them, creating a deep, scorched yellow hole in the bone. The flame then vanished into the cavity.