The Ghost Realm!
At this moment, Ghost Emperor Island was already in ruins, scarred by bombardment, with layers upon layers of corpses strewn across the ground – human, demon, god, and devil alike.
The defense perimeter of Ghost Emperor Island had only the last layer remaining, just outside the Ghost Emperor Hall. Countless cannons and laser turrets were aimed, and walls made of various Xuanjing materials encircled the hall, making a final stand.
This was the last line of defense. If the Ghost Emperor Hall fell, the entire Ghost Realm battlefield would be lost. The forces of the Positive Plane would be forced to retreat to the Immortal Realm for a final defensive battle.
Such an outcome was unbearable for anyone.
The Positive Plane army had suffered heavy casualties, but with continuous reinforcements of troops from the myriad worlds of other universes being sent to the Ghost Realm, the Positive Plane could barely hold on.
The Ghost Emperor Hall could no longer accommodate such a large army, so the vast majority of the troops were still engaged in fierce battles in the sky outside.
The entire battlefield was in chaos. At the outermost edge was the boundless, vast demon army, and through the openings in the sky, more demon forces continued to pour in.
In the center of the battlefield, the Ghost Emperor Hall was stubbornly resisting.
In the zone between the two, countless forces from the Positive and Negative Planes were engaged in a fierce struggle.
Directly below Ghost Emperor Island lay the Yanluo Realm.
At this time, it had been raining in the Yanluo Realm.
The rain was sometimes green, sometimes red.
This blood rain had been falling for two years. It landed on the ground, gathering into streams, then into great rivers.
The foul rivers of blood left barrenness in their wake.
The people of the Yanluo Realm dared not venture out, and they had reinforced their rooftops, for corpses were continuously falling from the sky.
These corpses were left unattended, allowed to rot and fester.
The Ghost Realm also had another name: Hell.
At this moment, the Yanluo Realm was countless times more terrifying than anyone could imagine hell to be.
The corpses covering the ground, and the rivers formed by the blood, would, if seen by an ordinary person, either drive them mad or leave them unable to sleep for days.
All the Saints of the Positive Plane had taken to the battlefield, including the sect master, Wan Hong. Even this mere First-Yang Saint had stationed himself on the city walls in front of the Ghost Emperor Hall, fending off the attacking enemy forces.
The war had reached a point where the outcome could no longer be salvaged by the excellence of the commanders.
Wan Hong's command capabilities were indeed outstanding. In the past, when the Immortal Realm was weaker than the God Realm, he had achieved victory against the odds, forcing the God Clan to retreat repeatedly.
Later, when the God Clan was desperate, they attacked the Immortal Realm with their full might. Wan Hong countered with the full force of the Immortal Realm, eventually receiving reinforcements from the Ghost Realm and turning the tide.
But now, the sheer number of demons far, far exceeded that of the Positive Plane.
The demons were warlike and bloodthirsty, their individual combat power far surpassing that of the human race in the Positive Plane. Moreover, from the very beginning, they had attacked with the combined strength of the entire Negative Plane.
In contrast, the Five Elements Palace's reach across the Immortal Realm was far from covering the entire Positive Plane. In the early stages, they relied solely on the Origin Plane for defense, only later drawing in the myriad worlds of other universes.
The demons, united and resolute, were determined to annihilate the Positive Plane.
On the Positive Plane's side, the other universes had not been directly affected, and drawing them into the war felt somewhat like conscripting them.
Furthermore, the demon army had consistently outnumbered the Positive Plane forces by hundreds of times. In the face of absolute strength, even the greatest command talent was futile.
The fact that Wan Hong had managed to hold on for three years was a testament to his excellence.
Moreover, the true decider of the war’s victory or defeat lay not here, but with the Immortal Sovereign.
At this time, the Feiyu, battered and broken, was charging back and forth through the area of conflict.
However, the number of people aboard the ship had dwindled significantly.
"Can we charge back? Rest a bit, and then come back to fight?"
Bao Bao's small face was dirty, streaked with sweat and blood. She looked up with wide eyes at the few remaining companions beside her, her voice timid.
"No, we haven't reached our limit yet. It's too early to charge back now."
Wan Qianxin said coldly.
"Come on, charge back? Can we even charge back anymore?"
Xia Yu Bing sneered, looking at the sea of demons surrounding them.
"I'm not going back. I want to die with the demons and avenge Wan Liuchuan."
Liu Yu Xin’s face was numb, her eyes bloodshot, hatred and rage filling her gaze.
"With just us few, how many nails can we crush, no matter how much iron we have?"
Han Xiao Yun also looked numb, utterly exhausted.
"I know you are all very tired, but this is our responsibility. We are warriors, and we should sacrifice ourselves for the nation in times of crisis. I am also heartbroken by the sacrifices of our comrades.
Wan Liuchuan, Tian Suanzi, Dada, Yuan Jun, Qing Wu, Huo Feng, Ao Lie – they have all fallen. This Thunderstorm Squad, which once had fifteen members, now only has four of us, plus Xin’er and Kaka, a total of six.
But, even if only one of us remains, we must fight to the end.
It’s not just us who have lost companions; look at the Saints, how many are left?
Of the Sun God and Moon God of the God Realm, only two remain. In the Immortal Realm, only Tianzun, Jian Sheng, Lei Sheng, and the sect master remain as Saints. Aunt Xisha and Aunt Ziyan have all died in battle.
In the Ghost Realm, only the Ghost Emperor is desperately holding on. Aunt Mengmeng, the Old Dragon King, and the Dragon Clan leader have all sacrificed themselves.
But the demons are not doing well either. Of the fifty Demon Emperors, only ten are left alive.
We are tired, but how can the demons be any better? Everyone, pull yourselves together, victory is not far away!"
"Xin Xin, your ability to inspire people is truly unparalleled."
Xia Yu Bing was so tired she slumped onto the ground, unwilling to stand up.
Beside them stood Wan Hong Xin.
Wan Hong Xin had just encountered a powerful enemy and had been saved by them, but Old Fang had died protecting him.
He lowered his head, silent, his eyes filled only with hatred and worry.
His little grandson was so young…
"Let's go. In this meat grinder of a battlefield, dying early or late is all the same. Death might even bring release."
Xia Yu Bing stood up, forcing a wry smile.
"My mother was, after all, the Immortal Sovereign's wife. She went to the battlefield and sacrificed herself. As her son, what face do I have to continue living?"
"Bao Bao’s father also sacrificed himself."
As Bao Bao spoke, tears began to stream down her face.
"Since that is the case, then let us go and seek revenge."
Wan Qianxin drew his black spear.
"Feiyu, charge forward!"
He faced forward, his voice firm.
He turned his back to the others, not wanting them to see the tears streaming from the corners of his eyes.
His name was Wan Qianxin. He was the captain of the Thunderstorm Squad. For the past three years, he had led everyone in fighting desperately.
Therefore, he had to be the strongest, the bravest, and the most rational.
Others could cry, be fragile, or helpless, but he could not.