Smoke and dust mingled in the air, making it difficult to breathe. Yet, the members of Ning Yu's team, like tireless steel warriors, with unwavering eyes and steady steps, advanced step by step towards the core area of ​​the steel fortress.

Behind them lay countless enemy corpses, their blood staining the land a shocking dark red. Fear, like a plague, spread through the hearts of the surviving soldiers of the old forces. They had never seen such fearless enemies, like avengers crawling out of hell, burning with rage and hatred, ready to devour them completely.

"Stop them at all costs!" Zhao Kui's panicked roar echoed from deep within the steel fortress.

His response was met with even more deafening shouts of battle. Ning Yu's team members were bloodthirsty, charging forward recklessly, their weapons like the scythes of death, reaping lives and fear alike.

Deep within the fortress, a squad of well-equipped warriors, their bodies radiating powerful energy fluctuations, silently emerged. They were Zhao Kui's last trump card, and the strongest fighting force of the old regime, each possessing terrifying strength capable of taking on a hundred men single-handedly.

"So you've finally decided to come out?" Ning Yu's lips curled into a cold smile, but his eyes showed no fear, instead burning with fierce fighting spirit. "Brothers, let's see just how much these so-called elites really are!"

Before the words were even finished, Ning Yu had already transformed into a blur, charging towards the enemy ranks. The long sword in his hand was like a nimble venomous snake, each flash claiming a life. Mu Xue followed closely behind, her two short swords seemingly dancing a death dance in her hands, each spin bringing a storm of blood and gore.

The battle instantly intensified. Both sides unleashed attacks like a torrential downpour, with various supernatural powers intertwining, and explosions, screams, and roars blending together into a scene resembling a living hell.

The members of Ning Yu's team had already honed extraordinary teamwork and combat skills in previous battles. They covered and supported each other, maximizing the team's strength. While the elite warriors of the old forces were powerful, they were accustomed to relying on individual strength and, faced with Ning Yu's team's impenetrable coordination, appeared somewhat hesitant.

"Damn it! These guys..." Zhao Kui, hiding at the back, watched the stalemate in the battle before him, a sense of foreboding rising within him. He suddenly realized that he seemed to have made a fatal mistake...

Just then, Ning Yu suddenly curled his lips into a barely perceptible cold smile. He abruptly looked up at the figure that had remained hidden in the shadows on the distant platform, and coldly uttered a few words: "It's you..."

Ning Yu's gaze was as sharp as a hawk's. He noticed that every time the leader of the old forces launched an attack, his figure would freeze for a moment, as if his heart had missed a beat. This discovery stirred something within Ning Yu, and a bold conjecture welled up in his mind.

"Everyone, listen to my command! Attack his heart!" Ning Yu's voice rang out on the battlefield like a thunderclap, startling everyone.

Although the team members had some doubts, they carried out Ning Yu's orders without hesitation. They concentrated their firepower, unleashing all their attacks towards the heart of the old force leader.

"You ants, you're asking for death!" the leader of the old forces roared, his energy shield rising to try and block the attack.

However, this time, his defenses faltered. A ripple appeared in his energy shield at his heart, like a pebble thrown into still water.

"Just as I thought!" A glint of light flashed in Ning Yu's eyes; he knew he had made the right bet.

"boom!"

The attacks rained down on the old faction leader's chest, finally breaking his energy shield. The old faction leader groaned, staggered backward, and a trickle of blood escaped from the corner of his mouth.

"Leader!" The warriors of the old forces were shocked at the sight, and their morale plummeted.

"Now's the time, kill!" Ning Yu seized the opportunity and led his team in the final all-out attack.

Without their leader's command, the old forces were like headless flies, quickly collapsing into disarray. Ning Yu and Mu Xue led their team with unstoppable momentum, cutting down enemy after enemy.

The scales of victory have completely tipped in Ning Yu's favor.

The leader of the old forces watched his men fall one by one, his eyes filled with resentment and despair. He glared venomously at Ning Yu and roared, "Ning Yu, do you think you've won? You won't have a good end, this world..."

Before he could finish speaking, Ning Yu slashed his throat with a single stroke, and blood gushed out, staining the ground red.

"This world will change sooner or later," Ning Yu said coldly, his eyes filled with determination.

Just then, a strange light suddenly appeared in the sky, followed by a mysterious power that enveloped the entire battlefield. Ning Yu looked up at the strange phenomenon in the sky, and a bad premonition suddenly welled up in his heart...

"What happened?" Mu Xue walked to Ning Yu's side, her tone tinged with unease.

Ning Yu didn't answer, only staring intently at the sky, his face terribly grim. He sensed a powerful force rapidly approaching…

"Boom—" On the battlefield filled with smoke, the corpses of members of the old forces lay scattered, and the air reeked of blood. Although Ning Yu's side also had wounded members, compared to the routed old forces, it was an overwhelming victory.

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