Different

After killing a Foul Spirit together on the battlefield, Ange and Rika seized the brief respite to rest back-to-back, encouraging each other. Ange suddenly thought that if they could control the Qi force within their bodies and circulate it throughout their bodies, perhaps they could alleviate fatigue and restore strength.

He closed his eyes, concentrated, and attempted to guide his Qi force to various parts of his body. Soon, Ange felt a warm current circulating within him, gradually easing the soreness and fatigue in his muscles. His strength was slowly recovering, and his spirit was gradually lifting.

Rika noticed the change in Ange and asked, "What are you doing, Ange?"

Ange smiled slightly and replied in a low voice, "I'm using Qi force to recover my strength. This might be the only way for us to continue fighting."

Under Ange's lead, Rika also tried to adjust their breathing and recover their stamina. At the same time, Ange continued to circulate Qi force within his body while fending off the Foul Spirits' attacks. Each swing of his hand axe was more powerful than before, and each block was steadier and more forceful.

The Foul Spirits quickly noticed that the human Warriors before them had become more tenacious, with more precise and powerful attacks. They seemed to realize these humans were different and began to grow agitated and angry.

Ange and Rika fought side-by-side again, their coordination becoming increasingly seamless. Ange precisely aimed his hand axe at the Foul Spirits' necks, while Rika quickly followed up with their longsword, taking down a Foul Spirit with each strike.

Meredith, further ahead on the battlefield, soon received news of the Foul Spirits' surprise attack and immediately dispatched the Infantry Regiment, which had just retreated from the front lines, to provide support.

While easily handling the attacks from the Foul Spirits, Ange had a sudden idea: could he channel Qi force into his axe to enhance its power? He noticed that after intense combat, the axe blade had developed nicks, weakening its lethality. Ange decided to immediately test this bold idea.

Initially, Ange found it very difficult to channel Qi force into his axe. Every time he tried to transmit the force to the axe blade, it would dissipate midway. He frowned and continued to try, adjusting his Qi force flow again and again.

Ange focused his mind, sensing the trajectory of the Qi force and gradually mastering its patterns. He discovered that he had to control the flow rate and direction of the Qi force to make it adhere stably to the axe blade. He slowly regulated his breathing, concentrated his focus, and patiently guided the Qi force.

Finally, after several failures, Ange succeeded in condensing Qi force onto the axe blade. He felt a powerful force envelop the axe, and the blade shimmered with a faint light. This force made the axe sharper and sturdier, as if it had been renewed.

"Success!" Ange rejoiced inwardly. He swung his axe, feeling an unprecedented surge of power. This Qi force not only made the axe more potent but also made his attacks swifter and more precise.

Ange glanced at Rika behind him and said in a low voice, "Rika, I succeeded. Qi force can enhance my weapon's power!"

Rika looked at Ange's axe in astonishment. Seeing the light emanating from the blade, they knew Ange was not lying. The two exchanged a look, their hearts filled with confidence and hope.

Next, Ange continued to fight the Foul Spirits. Each swing of his axe carried powerful Qi force, and the blade cut through the Foul Spirits' flesh, unstoppable. The Foul Spirits were shocked to find that the human Warrior before them had become even more formidable.

The axe blade, now enveloped in Qi force, was clearly different from before. Previous attacks that struck the Foul Spirits were like hitting solid ground, leaving only slight marks. Now, the axe blade was incredibly sharp, and the Foul Spirits' armor was like soft cloth under it, easily slicing through with a single forceful swing. Many Foul Spirits, underestimating Ange, tried to tank his axe with their bodies, only to be easily killed by him.

The surrounding Warriors, witnessing Ange's performance, were greatly inspired. They were emboldened by Ange's courage and strength, and they redoubled their efforts in battle. In a short time, with Rika's cooperation, Ange had already killed four Foul Spirits.

However, the Foul Spirits soon noticed Ange's abnormality and began to concentrate their forces against him. Ange's pressure suddenly increased, and he struggled against the Foul Spirits' fierce attacks every moment. He shouted to Rika, "Captain, this won't do! They'll wear us down. Let's retreat towards the battlefield!"

Rika nodded, realizing action was necessary. They fought back-to-back, cooperating closely, retreating while fighting. However, the Foul Spirits' attacks were relentless, and Ange's arm shield was soon shattered. He felt unable to defend with his arm, and the situation immediately became critical.

"We need to speed up!" Ange yelled. He knew they had to retreat to a safer place as quickly as possible.

During the retreat, Ange's hand axe remained enveloped in Qi force. Each swing was aimed as precisely as possible at the Foul Spirits' vital points, striving for a one-hit kill. Despite the immense pressure, he maintained his composure, using the axe blade to fend off wave after wave of Foul Spirits.

Soon, the supporting Infantry Regiment Warriors launched a fierce attack on the Foul Spirits. These Warriors were the cream of the crop, well-trained and well-equipped. Their numbers were vast, and they quickly gained the upper hand, suppressing the Foul Spirits' advance.

The Infantry Regiment Warriors wielded greatswords, which were incredibly sharp. Each swing carried the force of thunder. Foul Spirits fell one after another under the greatswords of the Infantry Regiment Warriors, the battlefield awash with blood and gore, screams echoing everywhere.

Dawuyura, seeing his forces being pushed back, roared in anger and personally charged to the front lines. His figure was like a shadow, moving swiftly across the battlefield. As a peak-level existence, his combat power was exceptionally strong, and many Warriors fell under his attacks.

However, the Infantry Regiment Warriors soon recognized the threat Dawuyura posed and began to concentrate their forces to surround him. Three or four Warriors simultaneously engaged Dawuyura, their coordination seamless, their offense and defense orderly. Despite Dawuyura's formidable strength, he felt pressure facing so many elite Warriors.

The Warriors gradually formed a circle, trapping Dawuyura within. They swung their greatswords, relentlessly attacking Dawuyura's defenses. Dawuyura's movements became slower, and his wounds increased. Each of his counterattacks was skillfully deflected by the Warriors.

As more and more Foul Spirits were annihilated, the Warriors' morale soared. They worked together, focusing their firepower on Dawuyura. Finally, Dawuyura's stamina gave out, and his defenses were completely breached. Under the Warriors' fierce assault, his body was pierced by a greatsword, blood splattering everywhere.

Dawuyura let out a final roar of despair before collapsing to the ground, lifeless. The Warriors gathered around his corpse, panting, but with triumphant smiles on their faces.

The Infantry Regiment Warriors pursued their victory, eliminating the remaining Foul Spirits one by one. As the battle concluded, cheers erupted across the battlefield.

Ange and Rika lay exhausted on the ground nearby. The arrival of the Infantry Regiment Warriors brought them a sense of relief, but their stamina was depleted, and the restorative effects of Qi force were minimal. They were covered in blood, both the Foul Spirits' and their own. They lay on the ground, eyes closed, resting with all their might.

Ange's back and chest were crisscrossed with bloody gashes from the Foul Spirits' claws. He had repeatedly leaned forward and backward during the fight, barely avoiding fatal injuries. Though his body was severely wounded, he knew he had done his best and could fight no longer.

Rika's condition was more critical. Their back was a bloody mess, and their left arm trembled intermittently, clearly suffering severe trauma. Rika's breathing was weak, each breath a struggle. They gritted their teeth, trying to stay conscious, but their injuries left them almost immobile.

Ange managed to sit up and, seeing Rika's state, felt a surge of worry. He tried to approach Rika, propping himself up with his axe, but his limbs felt incredibly heavy. He felt his stamina depletion far exceeded his capacity.

"Captain, are you alright?" Ange asked weakly, though he knew he could offer little help.

Rika slowly opened their eyes, forcing a smile. "Still... can hold on a bit longer. We... we did well."

Ange managed a faint smile. He knew that although the battle was over, their injuries needed prompt treatment. They could only hope the Infantry Regiment Warriors would attend to them in time.

Around them, the Infantry Regiment Warriors were busy with post-battle cleanup. Some quickly carried them to a safe place, preparing for first aid. Ange's consciousness began to blur. He heard hurried footsteps and the shouts of his comrades in the distance but could no longer participate.

When he opened his eyes again, he had been carried to a makeshift camp. Medical personnel were busy treating his wounds, and his body gradually relaxed. Ange felt a wave of exhaustion and finally fell into a deep sleep during his treatment.