Published: February 12, 2025
The monster commander, perhaps to convince Ye Zhongming, ordered its subordinates to cease their attack, but only for the encirclement of Ye Zhongming, Xia Bai, and Red Hair; the rest of the monsters continued to fight.
The monster commander was also afraid that Ye Zhongming would refuse to cooperate. After all, it and its subordinates represented countless magic crystals. It had learned from the days of falling sand why they had come here.
Xia Bai and Red Hair floated behind Ye Zhongming, and the three of them joined together.
Ye Zhongming stopped his hand; he was not afraid of this monster commander telling lies. First, this battle was indeed as it claimed, Cloud Summit was bound to win. Second, he was with Red Hair and Xia Bai, and even if another twenty eighth-level lives came, they could hold on until reinforcements arrived.
"I don’t know what is needed to pass through the space-time gate. Is it... this?" The monster commander pointed to the magic crystal on its body, "If that's the case, we can find enough for you as a return. Once we reach the New World, we will leave."
One has to say that the monsters were quite straightforward; they knew their responsibility for the travel expenses. However, this straightforwardness seemed merely like taking advantage of humans.
Is paying travel expenses enough to pass through the space-time gate? Do you think this is a highway?
Ye Zhongming shook his head, "You better show some sincerity, or I won't wait too long. You know, my subordinates are sacrificing every moment. If you still can't satisfy me next, then we might as well fight."
The monster commander took a deep breath and said, "We are not of the same kind. Aside from this thing on us, I do not know what you require, so you should state your conditions. If it is possible, I will agree."
Ye Zhongming raised an eyebrow, thinking this is good. He immediately said, "Let your subordinates stop all attacks, and we’ll talk!"
The monster was about to shake its head but noticed Ye Zhongming and the two floating companions behind him were about to make a move. It thought for a moment and raised its head to emit a series of low growls from the side of its head.
The sound was weak but echoed across the battlefield.
The monsters engaged in battle were somewhat stunned, unsure of what had happened, but they began to retreat per the order. Only a small portion that had entered a berserk state couldn't stop and, after losing their companions, were quickly killed by Cloud Summit.
The great battle gradually came to a halt within minutes, until it was completely quiet.
Both sides separated, with Ye Zhongming and the monster commander as the points of reference. Only then could they see the entire battlefield.
It was a hellish scene; corpses, severed limbs, and blood covered the ground. The enormous monster bodies lay there, forming small hills of death, riddled with blood holes and wounds deep enough to see the bones.
As modern individuals, many evolvers did not understand what a battlefield during the cold weapon era looked like. Today, they finally witnessed it; there were no billowing smoke, but there were charred remains left by fire-type skills, icy formations left by ice-type skills, splinters left by wood-type skills, and pits left by earth-type skills...
The diversity of attacks guaranteed that there were many ways to die, some of which had already surpassed human imagination.
The seasoned fighters who had survived the Cloud Summit offensive were better off, but the evolvers who entered Cloud Summit afterward felt nauseated at this scene. For them, who had lived through the apocalypse for five years, this feeling was almost forgotten.
It was too brutal, not for themselves, but for the monsters.
After the monster commander summoned its subordinates back, it suddenly glanced towards the mountain's side, then closed its eyes. A strangely eerie energy emanated from it, causing Cloud Summit to instantly enter a state of alert. It was Ye Zhongming who waved to let his subordinates relax.