Battle

Mysterious Heaven.

Qingzhou.

The players' army of five hundred thousand had captured city after city along the way, slaughtering their way to the Red Sand Plains, where they began a decisive battle against the Nine Provinces Alliance's army of Qingzhou.

Nearly a million troops had gathered. Their numbers were enough to dam a river by casting their whips into it, and countless powerful martial artists stood guard over the army. Their momentum soared into the heavens, shattering innumerable clouds.

With so many people eating and horses chewing, it was obvious that no logistics system could sustain them for long. They had to settle the battle immediately!

Once a crowd surpassed ten thousand, it stretched endlessly from horizon to horizon.

Once it surpassed a million, even the most brilliant commanders could no longer understand the entire battlefield.

They could only make their deployments in advance, then pray that the generals in every sector could adapt to changing circumstances.

When necessary, they could use Daoist Arts to communicate with one another.

Within the players' main army.

Large numbers of players had gathered, forming an army of tens of thousands. With an average cultivation of Rank Five or Six, it was already an invincible formation beneath heaven!

Inside the command tent.

"As the saying goes, a heavy sword has no edge. At a time like this, no matter what military strategy or scheme we use, it won't affect the overall situation. Let our central army come from any number of directions—it doesn't matter. We'll simply push straight through. If a god blocks the way, we'll kill the god; if a Buddha blocks the way, we'll kill the Buddha!"

Jiang Shang's voice rang out, impassioned and soaring. "On an open plain, with armies clashing head-on, all those clever tricks are useless. This is the