The Great Desolation Continent, Not an Inch of Land Can Be Invaded!

Just as they were about to cross the boundary—

A dense rain of arrows had already poured down upon them head-on!

The Human Race archers stood in ranks like a wall. Ten thousand arrows flew at once, forcibly halting those black shadows beyond the boundary marker.

Before they could steady themselves after landing, the elite troops lying in wait surged forward like a tide.

Blades and spears rose together, spells whirled through the air, and the melee raged without end.

Every one of them wielded long, sharp weapons—holding off enemies in close combat and casting spells from afar, balanced in both offense and defense.

Thick black mist coiled around every monster, bone-chillingly cold and reeking of blood.

That mist actually contained a deadly poison; at the slightest touch, flesh would rot away—

Even the body of a Golden Immortal, if tainted by a trace of it, would have its flesh and blood wither in an instant, leaving behind nothing but stark white bones.

Several elite soldiers had already fallen victim to it before. Within the blink of an eye after collapsing, they had become charred skeletons.

That sight was branded into everyone's eyes even now. They dared not forget it; they could not forget it.

That was precisely why they had settled on this strategy: suppress and wear the enemy down from afar, rotate formations to keep them pinned down. They would rather bleed more and suffer greater losses than yield even half an inch on the defensive line!

Great Desolation Continent—never yield an inch of land!

Just then—

From the depths of chaos came earth-shaking footsteps, each heavier than the last, as though the entire void trembled with every step.

Then, two clusters of dim crimson light tore through the thick fog and slowly emerged—

They were a pair