Hu Shu watched as the casualties among his companions continued to mount, his heart burning with anxiety. Just then, a strange flash of light suddenly streaked across the sky. His heart tightened—the light was remarkably similar to the mysterious power that had appeared before. Before he could think further, the light spread like a tidal wave, swiftly engulfing the entire battlefield. The Witch Tribe seemed to sense this unusual power as well, and their attacks paused slightly, while the Human Race and Minor Factions felt a strange force surging within them beneath the light.
On the battlefield, battle cries and screams intertwined, while the stench of blood filled the air, turning the stomach. The mysterious light was like a radiant curtain, enveloping the entire battlefield beneath Shouyang Mountain. Hu Shu keenly sensed that this light not only empowered the Human Race and the Minor Factions, but also faintly suppressed the Witch Tribe.
"Everyone, hold steady! Use this power and counterattack!" Hu Shu shouted. His voice echoed through the light, filled with determination and encouragement. The Human Race fighters had already been exhausted, but at Hu Shu's cry, fighting spirit flared once more in their eyes. They gripped their weapons tightly, feeling the surging power within their bodies.
Beneath the mysterious light, a faint glow spread across the Human Race warriors' skin, as though they had donned invisible armor. The somewhat damaged Defensive Formation unexpectedly regained its formidable power beneath the light's illumination, gleaming with Five-Colored Light. On the Witch Tribe's side, their once-ferocious assault slowed, and the Great Witches' expressions turned grim. They could feel this mysterious force binding their movements like ropes.
"What kind of power is this?!" a Witch Tribe Great Witch roared. He swung the great axe in his hand with all his might, trying to break through the suppression, but only sent ripples through the light.
Seizing the moment, Hu Shu swung the Long Sword gleaming in his hand. Transforming into a streak of light, he charged into the Witch Tribe army first. "Kill!" His voice boomed like a great bell, exploding over the battlefield. The Human Race and Minor Factions followed close behind, pouncing on the Witch Tribe like tigers descending a mountain.
For a time, blades flashed and swords danced, while the cries of battle thundered deafeningly. Hu Shu moved freely through the Witch Tribe army. Every swing of his Long Sword sent sprays of blood flying. The Human Race warriors at his side refused to be outdone, relying on the enhancement granted by the mysterious power as they fought the Witch Tribe to the death.
A Human Race Youth had already been wounded in the earlier battle, yet under the mysterious power's blessing, his movements became incredibly agile. Gripping a spear, he fiercely thrust it at a Witch Tribe soldier. The spear pierced straight through the enemy's body, blood splashing across his face, but he paid it no heed and continued searching for his next target.
The members of the Mysterious Minor Faction also displayed their Supernatural Abilities. Some cast spells, sending streams of flame and Ice Shards shooting toward the Witch Tribe; others wielded sharp blades and engaged the Witch Tribe in melee combat. They worked seamlessly with the Human Race, tearing open the Witch Tribe's defenses bit by bit.
Seeing this, the Witch Tribe Great Witches hurriedly adjusted their tactics, trying to stabilize their position. They gathered together and muttered incantations. Black mist rose from beneath their feet and spread toward the mysterious light. The instant the black mist came into contact with the light, it hissed as though hot oil had been dropped into water.
Hu Shu noticed the Witch Tribe's movements, and his heart tightened. He knew full well that if the Witch Tribe broke the mysterious power's suppression, the Human Race and Minor Factions would once again fall into danger. "Everyone, put more into it! We can't let them succeed!" he shouted as he circulated all his spiritual energy, pushing his strength to its limit.
Under Hu Shu's leadership, the Human Race and Minor Factions launched an increasingly ferocious counterattack. Casualties among the Witch Tribe continued to rise across the battlefield, and the black mist gradually dispersed under the light's assault.
Yet Hu Shu did not lower his guard. Although this mysterious power was formidable, its repeated appearances surely concealed an enormous secret. Moreover, whether this single counterattack could completely drive back the Witch Tribe and resolve the present crisis remained unknown.
As the battle continued, the mysterious light seemed to grow unstable, beginning to flicker. Hu Shu was startled. He knew that the mysterious power might soon vanish. "Everyone, seize the time! Give the Witch Tribe one final blow while we still can!" he shouted.
Hearing this, the Human Race and Minor Factions exhausted their last reserves of strength and launched a final charge against the Witch Tribe. Under the savage assault, the Witch Tribe finally could not hold on any longer and began retreating step by step.
Watching the Witch Tribe army flee in disarray, Hu Shu showed no joy of victory. He knew this battle had only temporarily come to an end, and an even greater crisis might still lie ahead. The mysterious power had appeared again and turned the tide, but what secret lay behind its repeated appearances? Could this power truly help the Human Race completely repel the Witch Tribe and resolve the current crisis? These questions weighed on his heart like heavy stones.
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