Critical Moment, Mystery Reappears

Hu Shu watched his companions' casualties continuously increase, his heart burning with anxiety. Just then, a strange light flashed across the sky. His heart tightened; this light was remarkably similar to the mysterious power that had appeared before. Before he could ponder it further, the light spread rapidly like a tide, engulfing the entire battlefield. The Witch Tribe members seemed to have also noticed this unusual power, their attacks pausing slightly. Meanwhile, the Human Race and smaller factions felt a strange energy surge within their bodies amidst this light.

On the battlefield, shouts of killing and screams of agony intertwined, the scent of blood filling the air, nauseating. The mysterious light, like a radiant curtain, completely enveloped the battlefield below Shouyang Mountain. Hu Shu keenly felt that this light not only empowered the Human Race and smaller factions but also subtly suppressed the Witch Tribe.

"Everyone hold steady! Use this power to counterattack!" Hu Shu shouted loudly, his voice echoing within the light, filled with determination and encouragement. The Human Race members, already exhausted, rekindled their fighting spirit upon hearing Hu Shu's cry. They gripped their weapons tightly, feeling the surging power within them.

Under the mysterious light, the skin of the Human Race warriors glowed faintly, as if clad in invisible armor. The defensive formations, which had been somewhat damaged, now radiated powerful energy under the illumination of the light, flashing with multicolored brilliance. On the Witch Tribe's side, their once fierce offensive became sluggish. The Great Witches' expressions turned grim; they could feel this mysterious power binding their movements like ropes.

"What power is this!" a Witch Tribe Great Witch roared. He swung his giant axe forcefully, attempting to break through the suppression, but only managed to stir ripples in the light.

Hu Shu seized the opportunity. The long sword in his hand, shimmering with light, swept out, transforming into a streak of light as he charged towards the Witch Tribe army. "Kill!" His voice boomed like a great bell, exploding over the battlefield. The Human Race and smaller factions followed closely, pouncing on the Witch Tribe like tigers descending from a mountain.

For a time, the glint of swords and the clash of blades flashed, and the shouts of killing were deafening. Hu Shu moved freely through the Witch Tribe army, his long sword drawing blood with every swing. The Human Race warriors beside him were not to be outdone; empowered by the mysterious energy, they engaged the Witch Tribe in a desperate struggle.

A young Human Race warrior, previously wounded in the fighting, now moved with incredible agility thanks to the mysterious power's enhancement. Wielding a spear, he thrust it fiercely at a Witch Tribe soldier, piercing straight through the enemy's body. Blood splattered onto his face, but he paid it no mind, continuing to seek his next target.

Members of the smaller factions also displayed their unique skills. Some cast spells, sending streams of fire and ice shards towards the Witch Tribe; others wielded sharp blades, engaging in close-quarters combat. They coordinated seamlessly with the Human Race, gradually tearing open the Witch Tribe's defenses.

Seeing this, the Witch Tribe Great Witches quickly adjusted their tactics, attempting to stabilize their lines. They gathered together, chanting incantations, and a black mist rose from beneath their feet, spreading towards the mysterious light. The moment the black mist touched the light, it hissed, like hot oil dropped into water.

Hu Shu sensed the Witch Tribe's actions, his heart tightening. He knew well that if the Witch Tribe managed to break free from the suppression of this mysterious power, the Human Race and smaller factions would fall into crisis once more. "Everyone, put in more effort! We can't let them succeed!" he shouted, circulating his spiritual power throughout his body, pushing his strength to its limit.

Under Hu Shu's leadership, the counterattack by the Human Race and smaller factions grew fiercer. On the battlefield, the Witch Tribe's casualties continued to mount, and the black mist gradually dissipated under the light's impact.

However, Hu Shu's vigilance did not wane. Although this mysterious power was formidable, its frequent appearance hinted at a significant secret hidden behind it. Furthermore, whether this single counterattack could completely repel the Witch Tribe and resolve the current crisis remained uncertain.

As the battle continued, the mysterious light seemed to flicker slightly, becoming unstable. Hu Shu's heart leaped in alarm; he knew this mysterious power might be about to vanish. "Everyone, make haste! Use this moment to deliver the final blow to the Witch Tribe!" he shouted loudly.

Upon hearing this, the Human Race and smaller factions mustered their last reserves of strength and launched their final charge against the Witch Tribe. Under this fierce assault, the Witch Tribe finally could not hold on and began to retreat in disarray.

Watching the Witch Tribe army flee in disarray, Hu Shu showed no joy of victory. He knew this battle was merely a temporary pause, and a greater crisis might lie ahead. The mysterious power had reappeared and turned the tide of the battle, but what secret lay behind its frequent appearances? And could this power truly help the Human Race completely repel the Witch Tribe and resolve the current crisis? These questions weighed heavily on his mind, like stones.