Please, Meet Your Death Again

[The Sword Cultivator who had consumed the Blood-Burning Pill pushed aside his companion, staggered to his feet, and the next moment, he drew his sword and charged towards the canyon entrance.]

["Kill!"]

[You stand behind, watching that figure's back, still clutching the blood-red Jade Bottle in your hand.]

[This is war, a war just like the one at Demon-Severing Cliff.]

Human life here is merely a consumable. And you are the tool responsible for keeping these consumables running.

The carnage on the front lines is intensifying.

[Wounded soldiers kept falling, but then, with your Peerless Alchemy, you restored them to their former vigor.]

[Some people also swallowed the Blood-Burning Pill and returned to the battlefield.]

[The various Pills you have are being used up very quickly. The Blood-Burning Pill is also being used up very quickly.]

[You set up the Moon Palace Fire-Devouring Furnace, and the Southern Bright Separation Fire enters the furnace.]

[You see it now, practice it now, heal it now.]

[I Love Working, Artisan Spirit, Cost Reduction and Efficiency Improvement, Workaholic, effective.]

[Every action you take represents the ultimate pursuit of Alchemist.]

[The Alchemists around you were almost stunned, but Wang Zhenli and Li Yuanzhi kicked them away to continue their rescue work.]

Even so, the casualty figures at Black Moon Gorge continue to rise.

Just then, an even more intense wailing sound came from the depths of the gray fog, carrying a strange rhythm.

The ground began to shake.

[More rivers of blood began to converge, like dark red veins spreading across the grayish-white earth.]

The Hundred-Person Sha Formation ahead is about to collapse.

[He Zhantao, covered in blood, retreated to the center of the formation, panting heavily.]

"Camp General! The number of Blood Sha has exceeded one hundred! There's a big one coming out!"

[In mid-air, Camp General Lei Hanxiao, who had been standing with his hands behind his back, finally moved.]

[He drew the greatsword from his back, and the overwhelming pressure of Nascent Soul Perfection cultivator surged skyward, its almost tangible spiritual pressure forcing the surrounding gray mist back hundreds of feet.]

He stared silently at the chilling fluctuation deep within the gray fog.

[There, a phantom figure, over three zhang tall and clad in tattered heavy armor, was slowly taking shape.]

[Sha General!]

[A terrifying existence equivalent to the Nascent Soul Realm cultivator.]

[The Sha General dragged his Black Saber forward.]

[The blade grazed the gray-white stone ground, leaving a crack that stretched all the way to the outer edge of the Formation Technique. The black mist rising from the crack caused the Array Patterns to darken continuously.]

[The ultimate leader of the Small Ruin Tide has appeared.]

[The Defensive Formation at the entrance to Black Moon Gorge finally succumbed to the pressure, letting out a mournful cry before shattering completely into countless points of light.]

[However, you notice that the Wandering Sha and Military Sha outside didn't swarm in; instead, they retreated neatly to the sides.]

[The three-zhang-tall Sha General, dragging his Black Saber, walked step by step into the canyon.]

With each step taken, a black crack appeared in the ground, from which Sha Qi seeped out.

[This Sha General stood on the cracked ground, his feet radiating Sha Qi aura, resembling a demon from the underworld.]

[This is the first time you've seen the Sha General.]

[Its armor was not a creation of condensed Sha Qi, but genuine High Antiquity Battle Armor, with ancient Inscriptions engraved on the tattered plates.]

[Below the helmet, there was no face, only two eerie green flames.]

[But its walking posture, the angle at which it held the knife, and even the slight tilt of its head to survey the battlefield.]

[... they all seemed like a living person.]

[A true general, even if he has been dead for countless years.]

"All personnel, listen to my command!"

[Lei Hanxiao's voice resounded throughout the canyon, and the oppressive aura of Nascent Soul Perfection descended, blocking the oppressive feeling of the Sha General.]

"Form Thousand-Person Tiger Roar Formation!"

[Ten Hundred-Person Sha Formations simultaneously changed formation.]

The Sword Cultivators adjusted their positions with such speed that they almost never stopped.

[A thousand Sword Intents and killing intents began to resonate.]

A tremor ran beneath your feet, like the beating of a giant heart within the stone wall.

[The next moment, a phantom image of a White Tiger, hundreds of feet tall, materialized above Formation Technique formation, roaring towards the sky.]

[The Tiger Roar was silent, without the slightest fluctuation of Spiritual Power, yet it made your body sway slightly.]

[The Hundred-Forged Medicine Body Formula is activated.]

[The pure Killing Intent had solidified to a terrifying level.]

[Lei Hanxiao rose into the air, a giant silver sword hovering in front of him.]

[With a flick of his Sword Intent, his body merged directly into the White Tiger's illusory form.]

[People and formation unite.]

"White Tiger Hall, Lei Hanxiao."

His voice came from between the tiger's teeth, calm as if he were saying something polite.

"Please, Your Excellency, go forth and die once more."

[Lei Hanxiao, wielding the will of a thousand-man army and carrying the purest righteous Righteous Slaying Intent of the White Tiger Hall, transformed into a silver streak spanning the heavens and earth, fiercely slashing towards the Sha General.]

The Sha General his sword to parry.

[The moment the Black Saber and the white ribbon clashed, the arm of the three-zhang-tall armored giant froze.]

[Even on its faceless face, you seem to see fear, bewilderment, and relief.]

[Then, the Sword Light pierced through his body.]

[Starting Sha General the top of the helmet, a golden crack spreads downwards.]

He was cleaved in two, then dissipated into a cloud of black mist.

[After the black mist dissipated, a piece of jet-black bone and a tattered set of High Antiquity Battle Armor were left on the ground.]

[No Sha Soul Crystal.]

However, those remains and the damaged armor were probably no ordinary items.

[You marvel at Lei Hanxiao's strength, yet regret that while the Sha General is powerful, the things he left behind are unsuitable for your use.]

[However, you've also realized something.]

[The White Tiger Hall guards the White Tiger Domain, and has rendered meritorious service to all living beings.]

[However, the loot from killing high-level Ruin Sha is indeed a huge source of income.]

[Fragments of High Antiquity Battle Armor, the remains of Sha General, the Ruin King Marrow... any one of these items could fetch an astronomical price in the Azure Dragon Domain.]

[It's true that the White Tiger Domain is bitterly cold, but the ascension path here is completely different from that of the Azure Dragon Domain.]

[The Azure Dragon Domain relies on money, the White Tiger Domain relies on fate. But even the fate-dependent White Tiger Domain hasn't sealed off its path to advancement.]

[A deafening cheer erupted from the crowd at Black Moon Gorge.]

"The Camp General is mighty!"

"May the White Tiger Hall be victorious!"

[The Sword Cultivator on the front lines, covered in blood, raised their swords and shouted, their faces, which had been ashen just moments before, now filled with the ecstatic joy of surviving a calamity.]

[He Zhantao slammed his sword on the ground, panting heavily, a smile playing on his lips.]

Everyone thought the worst was over.

[The scale of the Small Ruin Tide has come to an end; the final boss is about Sha General appear.]

[Lei Hanxiao hovered in mid-air, the White Tiger phantom slowly dissipating, the giant sword hovering to one side, preparing to fall back to the ground.]

[However--]

[A sudden change occurred.]

[A long, black spear, exuding a menacing Sha Qi, suddenly emerged from the shadows behind Lei Hanxiao.]

[There was no fluctuation of energy, no warning whatsoever.]

The spear pierced straight through Lei Hanxiao's right chest.

[The spear tip emerged from his chest, trailing a cloud of blood.]

The cheers that filled the entire canyon abruptly ceased, as if someone had grabbed them by the throat.