The Cruel Battlefield
"Boom--!"
Shisui swam at an extremely fast speed towards the southern part of the Tianpiao Ocean.
Behind him, the sound of a cave collapsing echoed, and the silt kicked up from the seabed made this small area of the sea murky.
He didn't take out the map right away.
Dragon Palace is indeed located in the Pacific Ocean, so looking at a map in the Tianpiao Ocean is useless.
Only after entering the Pacific Ocean and infusing Psychic Energy into the map armor will the guidance appear.
A faint light shone down from above, but it was blocked in the middle layer of the seawater and could not reach the dark bottom.
A dark purple afterimage swept across the rugged seabed, speeding southward.
Daylight broke.
A sliver of white appeared on the horizon, and the dark night sky gradually turned into inky blue.
As the sun gradually rises, the blue color fades until it becomes a clear azure, merging with the sea.
The few survivors looked at the long-awaited sun, and tears involuntarily streamed down their faces.
It was too long; they had never felt the night was so long before, and they almost couldn't hold on any longer.
Under the sunlight, a rumbling sound came from the west.
If someone were looking down from above at this moment, they would see several fluttering flags rapidly approaching.
That was clearly the military flag of the Human Race army stationed in the southern part of the Moonfall Continent.
The Human Race army, having been deliberately delayed by the Human Race high command, missed the crucial window for rescue and arrived late.
Looking at the Mao City, which had become indistinguishable from the sea, everyone was filled with anger.
It is directed at the invading Sea Race, and also at the derelict Human Race high command.
"All men, charge!"
The first army to arrive near Mao City was the heavy cavalry battalion, which served as the vanguard in this operation.
Each of them was clad in heavy armor, but the low-grade Beastfolk warhorses they rode were just as fast as ordinary cavalry when charging.
Although lower-level Beastfolk are not intelligent species, they are not comparable to intelligent beings such as Human Race and Beastfolk.
However, they possess a physique far superior to that of ordinary wild animals, and their large numbers make them extremely easy to breed and tame.
Herds of low- Beastfolk warhorses, clad in armor, neighed as they charged into the seawater driven by the Sea Race.
The battalion commander, holding a rifle in one hand and a military flag in the other, was the first to rush into the water.
The military flag blazed with a fierce light, cleaving the seawater in front of them and revealing countless sea creatures lurking beneath.
"Roar--!"
These cannon fodder, deliberately trained by the Sea Race, roared and swarmed forward.
The shattered bodies of the sea monsters, smashed by the army, turned into foul-smelling blood that extinguished some of the flames emanating from the military flags.
They used the corpses to halt the first charge of the heavy cavalry, surrounding them on the western outskirts of Mao City.
As the sea monsters relentlessly attacked the blocked cavalry, the Human Race army's reinforcements arrived.
The heavy cavalry banner suddenly pointed backward, and the entire battalion changed direction.
Before the sea monsters could tear through the protective shield of the military flag, the heavy cavalry and the rear guard surrounded a ring of sea monsters outside Mao City.
Archers from the rear drew their bows and fired, and in just one volley of arrows, the sea monsters were all wiped out.
The area surrounding Mao City is like a highly efficient meat grinder, instantly turning the muddy seawater a deep red.
This created a breach in the outer perimeter of Mao City.
More sea creatures were attracted by the smell of blood, and the sea level began to rise abnormally.
The rumbling sound before the tsunami could be faintly heard.
The brutal battle for Mao City has officially begun.
Meanwhile, in the central part of the Huaihuang Continent.
This is the front line of the battle between Human Race and Demon Race.
The cause of the war was deliberately concealed and is now impossible to verify.
However, it is known that this area must have once been a sparse grassland like the area around Willow City.
This continent is named "Sophora Yellow" because of its vibrant yellow-green color.
However, now only endless yellow sand remains in the central part of the Huaihuang Continent, desolate and barren.
Even creatures that normally live in other deserts cannot survive here.
After all...
"Boom!!"
A massive cloud of explosion rose into the sky, followed by another barrage of artillery fire.
The sand crystallized under high temperatures, and the scorching heat even caused the air to distort.
No living being can survive the ruthless attacks between two civilizations.
Biological debris, bones, and carbonized remains are scattered across the Sea of Sand.
Even a meat grinder wouldn't be enough to describe this place.
In an underground command center, a Human Race officer with a grim face instructed the liaison officer to connect Lu Taoyu to the communication system.
"Commander, we haven't been able to find that batch of goods from Citroën Company."
Lu Taoyu's voice rang out as she quickly reported.
"The worst-case scenario is that the Sea Race hijacked the shipment."
"Okay, stop looking for now. I'll notify the Moonfall Continent Southern Military Region and ask them to help. You come back first."
"Yes."
The communication lasted for less than half a minute before it was immediately disconnected.
The next communication seamlessly connected immediately.
"Commander, the Second Battalion of the Undying Legion the Demon Race Clan has appeared in front of our territory. Requesting permission to use high-lethal stun grenades."
"Approved. Also, in emergency situations, allow for applications afterward; be sure to stop them."
"Yes."
Even knowing that the Sea Race had returned, the Human Race and Demon Race, bogged down in the Huaihuang Continent, would not easily cease hostilities.
With most of the race's fighting force concentrated here, no one can guarantee whether the other side genuinely wants a ceasefire.
No one could afford the responsibility of losing an elite army after a defeat.
These lower-ranking officers could only continue fighting and await further instructions from their superiors.
"Sigh, hopefully this time the Sea Race' arrival on land will drag the land situation back to the alliance period of a hundred years ago."
The regimental commander sighed softly, not giving himself much time to be sentimental, and immediately threw himself back into high-intensity command.
The central part of the Huaihuang Continent was once again engulfed in roaring noise, adding another layer of wound to this already scarred land.