Chapter 633: The Unstoppable Onslaught

Boom, boom, boom! Boom!!

The piercing howl of clashing swords blended with the thunderous blasts of exploding corpses.

For a moment, the vast battlefield was filled with desperate pleas and agonized screams.

If you discount that the screams came from lofty Third-Stage warriors, the entire field felt as if it had reverted to the onset of the apocalypse—everywhere, death and terror reigned.

A heavy stench of blood invaded the nostrils, its iron tang strangely sweet.

The nauseating mix of brain matter and bone marrow was enough to make anyone gag.

Within a kilometer-wide shroud of corrupted dark fog, Yenir swung his sword at will. As the Blood Shadow behind him swelled, he began to look less human and more like a freakish mutant.

Whoosh, whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

Every casual swing of his sword released a burst of Spirit Energy.

And he did it all without even invoking a Sword Technique.

But empowered by the triple amplification of Judgment, Divine Rage, and Blood Shadow, every strike from Yenir rivaled a full-force blow from a typical Peak Third-Stage warrior.

The sword’s gleam flashed by, and in the very next moment, a slash of red light tore through the darkness, instantly cleaving the nearest Peak Third-Stage Rebel to pieces.

“Run! Run!” a cry erupted, followed by, “Monster! He’s not human! He’s a monster! An Evil God!”

In panic, everyone scrambled for their lives like rats.

Even though the Rebels could counterattack, they knew full well that under a concentrated assault on Yenir, their fate was sealed.

Yet, strangely, no one dared to try.

The reason was simple.

In less than a minute of relentless slaughter—in the third instance of brutally blasting Yenir with over ten Peak Third-Stage warriors sacrificing themselves in a self-destructive charge to shatter his head—the Rebels could only watch, helpless, as Yenir revived once again.

His body reassembled, his head restored.

Reborn from the Evil God Ritual, Yenir would instantly unleash a burst of Teleportation! The harder they fought, the quicker they met their demise!

With every revival, Yenir grew even stronger! Sometimes, resurrecting from the corpses of their own comrades, he would seize their severed limbs as weapons against them!

No matter how resolute the Rebels’ minds or how many horrors they’d witnessed,

when Yenir tauntingly beckoned them to strike again, every hope crumbled.

This was a battle with no hope whatsoever!

This was the indestructible monster—an outright demon!

Having emerged from the National War, Yenir was no longer human—he was something akin to an evil spirit, a super calamity!

Even though the Rebels still numbered 400 Third-Stage fighters and over twenty Peak Third-Stage warriors, they unhesitatingly chose to flee and forgo resistance!

In truth, those daring enough to try breaking out were regarded as the steeliest of spirit.

The most fearful and fragile Rebels were now on their knees, weeping and pleading for mercy, too terrified even to run.

“Don’t kill us! We surrender! We surrender!!”

“I don’t want to die! We were forced into this! We’re also Huaguo Awakeners! We were simply following orders!!”

“Yenir! Night God! Lord Night Demon! Spare us—we’ll never rebel again, nor will we ever oppose you!!”

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“Please, for the sake of our kin, have mercy on us!”

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Agonized cries for mercy echoed without end.

Gazing down at a mass of kneeling Third-Stage Rebels suspended in mid-air, Yenir simply bowed his head in silence, his blood-stained eyes revealing no hint of human emotion.

Energy from the Evil God Ritual swirled around him like a faceless, black dragon.

Every surge of the dark fog sent waves of panic through the masses.

The radiance of the unhidden ritual enveloped the entire battlefield, concealing Yenir’s face.

Faced with the Rebels’ pleas for mercy, no one could guess what Yenir was thinking.

Frankly, not even Yenir had expected that the full unleashing of his Evil God Ritual combined with Blood Shadow would yield such overwhelming combat power.

Even in the National War, he had never displayed such strength.

He needed no support from Fang Hao and his crew, nor did he require many sacrifices from the Otherworldly Ghosts he led.

Perhaps the Rebels’ fighting spirit was no match for that of top-tier warriors, or maybe these Third-Stage fighters had long forsaken battle, choosing instead to hide and indulge.

In short, this super battle—destined to be etched into Huaguo history—was decisively ended in an unbelievably brief span by his absolute dominance.

The speed was beyond anyone’s wildest imagination.

“Is it because… with every human I kill, I slowly absorb some unknown power?”

“Whether it’s the Evil God Ritual or Divine Rage… I feel the amplification has grown even stronger…”

A hint of puzzlement crossed Yenir’s face as he frowned, eyeing the blood-stained Longsword in his hand.

A trace of melancholy mixed with complex emotions.

Though victorious, he was not truly happy. After all, these Rebels were Huaguo People—the very force of the Huaxia Battle Zone. Slaughtering one’s own kind weighed heavily on him.

If it weren’t for having no other choice—if Lu Haishan and the others hadn’t pushed him to this point—he’d rather bear a personal grievance than ignite an internal war.

But…

“I’m sorry.”

In a flash, his blade descended.

Facing the pleading Rebels, Yenir simply unleashed a swift strike, resuming his sudden assault.

A surge of mental power coldly signaled to Fang Hao and his team: seize every fleeing Third-Stage warrior!

If they chose to stand against him, he would show no mercy!

If they wanted to live, they’d have to become Otherworldly Ghosts!

Feeling Yenir’s unabashed murderous intent as he struck again, a large number of Rebels, already on the verge of surrender, were suddenly shocked and bolted for safety!

“Run! Run!!”

Their screams were heart-wrenching, born of sheer terror.

Amid a torrent of curses and angry shouts, even Fang Hao and his team—following Yenir’s orders on the street—stood momentarily dumbfounded.

“Are you still going to kill us!?”

“Yenir..! What are these people..!?”

“They’ve surrendered! Killing them any further is just too…”

“Kill!”

Their very saliva seemed to dry up.

Before Fang Hao and the others could even hesitate, they looked on, bewildered, at Yenir’s orders.

Then, from behind the group, a single, resolute voice rang out.

“Obey Yenir!”

The voice came unmistakably from Li Xuanguo.

Surrounded by his protectors, the Prime Minister stared at the monstrous figure that was Yenir with a complex mixture of emotions, while even General Qin Feng and the others felt an instinctive wariness.

All he could see was bitterness and resignation in his eyes.

From the moment he first encountered Yenir—even during their initial one-on-one conversation—he had understood the true nature of Yenir’s character and the immense pressure hidden behind his arrogant façade.

It was a pressure that even he couldn’t fully comprehend.

“We have no choice but to give no quarter.”

“Listen to Yenir—we are here today because our past hesitations and unwillingness to sacrifice brought us to this very predicament!”

As if struck by a revelation, Li Xuanguo drew a deep breath, his voice suddenly resonating across the entire arena:

“After this battle, regardless of how the outside world judges it or where we head next, I, Li Xuanguo, will shoulder all the responsibility!”

On the battlefield, Yenir—still locked in combat—felt a sudden jolt in his heart.

Perhaps others couldn’t fathom why Li Xuanguo had spoken so abruptly, or why it seemed so out of the blue.

But Yenir understood what it meant…

It was support from Huaguo’s highest decision-makers.

A testament to their unwavering resolve and trust.

No matter what Yenir intended to do!