On the brutal battlefield, an army clad in the Mist Cloud Empire's distinctive white robes repeatedly charged the patchwork forces of the Central Plains Alliance. Brilliant masses of Dou Qi collided, violently shaking the air and sending shock waves rippling outward.
Ordinary people had almost no chance of surviving on a battlefield ravaged by Dou Qi. Even the weakest soldiers here were Dou Shi, while the strongest, the Dou Huang, fought overhead. Blood ran in rivers, and corpses piled into mountains.
Those above the Dou Huang level fought on another battlefield. Only that battlefield would decide the outcome; this one belonged to the low-level cannon fodder. It was an unwritten rule established by both sides, a mutual understanding.
Dou Zong were missile-level threats capable of turning the tide of an entire battlefield. A casual slap could kill hundreds or thousands of lesser fighters. To prevent any Dou Zong from going berserk and mowing down troops wholesale, inflicting massive casualties, both sides had agreed to an unwritten rule forbidding their strongest combatants from interfering with or slaughtering the weaker ones.
Although the higher-ups cared little about casualties among their cannon fodder, these people were still their assets. If they all died, who would serve them? Surely they could not be expected to do servants' work themselves. How humiliating that would be.
"That makes seven! Three more, and I can rise in rank!" After killing a member of the Central Plains Alliance, a Dou Ling of the Mist Cloud Empire glanced at the changing number on the badge at his waist and laughed excitedly.
This was the Mist Cloud Empire's specially made Merit Medal, supposedly an item manufactured by a powerful organization called Chaldea. It recorded the identification numbers of every officer and soldier and allowed them to check their military merits,