National War: A Miracle That Changed the World

The instant the cinnabar talismans scattered and vanished,

the aura of a ferocious weapon being unleashed roared and exploded from the heart of South London's bustling district!

Like a key that sealed the two realms, the yellow paper on the Cross Ancient Spear scattered away, revealing its ancient, bluish-gray form.

Without flesh or bones, yet wielding all manner of weapons,

countless yin souls flew out from the ancient spear, gathering around all of Herschel's "soldiers" into ancient battle spirits clad in armor from different historical dynasties, as though drunk upon the battlefield.

They swung their weapons with iron-blooded killing intent and raised their blades and spears with calm ruthlessness.

The battle spirits tangled with the soldiers in a savage melee, staging a clash between Eastern and Western battlefields across eras and reality!

Above an overturned building, beyond the battlefield where firearms and slashing strikes contended,

Herschel could not suppress her shock. She looked toward the Spellcaster in the distance, gripping that extraordinary weapon horizontally in his hand. He stood like a commanding general who had summoned an army of thousands from the Ancient Battlefield, unyielding after countless battles!

"This time."

The three-meter-long battlefield weapon spun through his hands. He expelled all the air from his lungs, lowered his body, and burst forth at a speed far beyond what he had displayed moments ago.

"It's my turn."

In an instant, the Spellcaster charged toward Herschel, the shockwave directly smashing apart that overturned building!

Boom—!

"It's not over yet!"

In the instant Herschel dodged amid the explosion, the ancient spear swept aside her retaliatory gunfire. As another building collapsed, the Spellcaster pointed straight at her and gave a low command.

Then, the leader of the yin souls, far stronger than all the other battle spirits, condensed into form. The instant its concealed