When the front line of the living began to waver and the legion could advance no farther, it was the dead who took up the burden of leading the charge, launching the final assault destined to change the course of the entire world's fate.
The divide between life and death, the passing from ancestors to descendants, achieved reincarnation on this battlefield in such an utterly death-defying manner.
Before the walls of light formed by the jailers and the steel defenses assembled by the knights, an inhuman army swept out like a storm crossing the border, surging across the battlefield. Not a single ordinary living person could be seen among them—they were made up of corpses, ghosts, hollow armor, and twisted monsters. The passage of time and eternal war had ravaged their limbs and lives, twisted their forms and faces, but could not twist their souls within. When this ragged army charged forward, Hao Ren knew that matters had already slipped beyond his control.
Lily let out an agitated growl, repeatedly digging her enormous claws into the ground. The sight before her made her desperate to charge forward and fight alongside those heroic spirits. Even Hao Ren felt his blood surge and an uncontrollable impulse rise within him, but reason forcibly suppressed it. At the same time, King of Mountains - Gorton was restraining them. "We have our own mission. This is their battlefield. We have no right to interfere."
The army of the dead and "monsters" had already charged into the line of fire. They launched a sudden assault from the army's flank, with half crashing into the death zone formed by the derivatives while the other half slammed straight into the front line of the chaos monsters. There were no particularly fierce battle cries, nor any dazzling divine radiance.