The momentum of victory had already taken shape!
Wang Jixuan still stood with his hands behind his back, smiling as he watched the enemy's million immortal soldiers collapse.
Who said baleful aura could only be turned into poison gas bombs?
Peony really was a little genius.
They had repeatedly tested it before and concluded that poison gas bombs could hardly inflict effective damage. It was almost impossible to deploy them by missile launch; they could only be delivered by immortals in person.
But Peony had quickly deduced this entirely new method.
Nanorobots disguised themselves as clouds and launched a sneak attack from the rear.
This move would only work once. Such extraordinary results could only be achieved a single time.
Once the enemy reviewed the battle afterward, they would be able to prepare countermeasures in advance. For example, setting up Flame Grand Formations or Lightning Storm Grand Formations could effectively obstruct the nanorobots.
So this spectacular sight of entire swaths of immortal soldiers being infected by baleful aura might well be the peak of this technique.
Then I should enjoy it properly.
Mass casualties had appeared in the rear of the army—indiscriminate, widespread casualties. The morale of the entire force rapidly collapsed.
The baleful aura extracted from the Ancient Battlefield truly was formidable.
Originally just wisps of baleful aura, it rapidly fermented within the corpses of immortal soldiers, then swiftly spread toward where living beings had gathered—the center of the army.
The Human Race Immortal Soldiers launched a full-scale charge;
Mechanical Immortal Island unleashed its full firepower.
The long, narrow battle formation of the Hundred Races Immortal Soldiers was like an earthen dam smashed apart by a flood—except it was being crushed by floods from both sides at once.
More and more baleful aura surged forth;
Those great demons of