The entire world exuded an ancient atmosphere, making people feel as if they had returned to ancient times.
They found themselves on a vast battlefield, the ground covered with cracks and marks, as if it had witnessed countless fierce battles.
Surprisingly, the battlefield revealed two completely different cultural styles.
On one side of the battlefield, Chinese-style armor, halberds, and bows and arrows are displayed, showcasing the atmosphere of ancient China.
On the other side, however, are Western-style armor, shields, and longswords, showcasing the ancient Western fighting culture.
The ancient battlefield before them caused a collective gasp of astonishment. Their gazes swept across the battlefield in awe.
Wang Ying couldn't help but ask, "What's going on? Why are there traces of two cultures in this secret realm?"
Liu Feng frowned and analyzed, "Perhaps this place was once a battlefield between East and West, where two cultures clashed."
Li Wenfeng gazed at the armor and weapons in the distance and sighed, "These armors and weapons look extremely ancient, probably having withstood the test of countless years."
Wang Tiankai also joined the discussion: "Perhaps this battlefield witnessed ancient great battles, where warriors from the East and the West fought with all their might."
Zhang Han looked up at the spiritual energy floating on the battlefield and guessed, "Perhaps the flow of time is different in this secret realm, and it may be a different point in time where two cultures are intertwined."
The crowd's speculations and discussions were filled with curiosity and excitement, and the scene before them sparked countless thoughts.
Just as everyone was getting used to the environment of the secret realm, a rustling sound came from the ground, accompanied by a slight tremor.
Everyone looked down at the ground with alarm, and then, one by one, skeleton warriors emerged from the earth.
These skeletal warriors wore various forms of ancient armor, their eyes gleaming with a cold light, their aura heavy and powerful.
Witnessing this unusual scene, everyone gasped in astonishment.
Each bone warrior possesses innate strength, and some are even more powerful. Their existence evokes a sense of unfathomable threat.
"What, what are these?" Wang Ying's voice trembled slightly.
Liu Feng frowned and said nervously, "These skeletal warriors seem to have been awakened by some kind of force, and their target is us."
Li Wenfeng gripped his weapon tightly and said nervously, "No matter what they are, let's stop them first!"
At the same time, countless skeletal warriors had gathered into a massive shockwave, charging towards Qin Ze, Mills, and the others.
Qin Ze and Mills acted almost simultaneously, their figures flashing like lightning as they led their respective teams to meet the oncoming wave of skeleton warriors.
Qin Ze, wielding the Heavenly Question Sword, its blade gleaming, transformed into a streak of sword light and swiftly plunged into the battle.
Each swing of his sword unleashed a streak of light that repelled the skeletal warriors. His movements were swift and sharp, each strike precisely hitting the skeleton warriors' vital points, leaving them unable to retaliate.
Mills, with his iron fist, sent the skeleton warrior flying.
Each of his punches seemed to carry the power to shatter mountains and split the earth, each strike capable of shattering a skeleton warrior.
He struck without mercy, each blow causing the surrounding air to explode with a deafening sound.
Not to be outdone, the others unleashed their unique skills and abilities, engaging in fierce combat with the skeleton warriors.
The energies of fire, ice, lightning, and other elements intertwined on the battlefield, unleashing astonishing power. The figures of powerful warriors darted across the battlefield, creating a breathtaking spectacle.
"Don't let them surround us, keep formation!" Qin Ze shouted, directing his troops into battle.
Mills' voice echoed across the battlefield: "Concentrate firepower and take them down one by one!"
The group followed orders and worked closely together, defeating skeleton warriors one after another, which then turned into white light and disappeared.
However, these skeleton warriors seemed endless, constantly surging up from the ground, creating immense pressure.
In the fierce battle, Qin Ze and Mills both displayed amazing strength and command ability. They led the group to resist the skeleton warriors' offensive tenaciously. For a time, the battlefield was filled with flames and sword shadows, creating an atmosphere of life-and-death struggle.
As time went on, the battle intensified, with many powerful humans being injured in the fierce fighting against the skeleton warriors, and some even finding themselves in dangerous situations.
Qin Ze and Mills could both feel the increasing pressure. They knew that this battle could not continue, otherwise there might be more casualties.
Qin Ze and Mills exchanged a quick glance on the battlefield, and both understood each other's decision:
We must break through and find a more advantageous location to reorganize our resistance.
They each commanded their troops, gathering them towards the edge of the battlefield.
"Attention everyone, we need to break out!" Qin Ze shouted, his voice echoing across the battlefield.
"Don't let them surround you, maintain formation, break through to the west!" Mills shouted, directing his troops.
The strong obeyed orders and acted in close coordination, rushing towards one side of the battlefield at top speed.
Surrounded by bone warriors, every step was fraught with danger, but the group did not flinch or show any fear.
Qin Ze and Mills each led their men in the charge, their figures flashing and unleashing their fastest speed and strongest power to repel the skeleton warriors and clear a path for the others to break through.
"Don't stop, keep going!" Qin Ze encouraged loudly, his firm gaze conveying confidence to everyone.
"We must hold on! Breaking through is victory!" Mills shouted with equal confidence.
The morale of the group was boosted by Qin Ze and Mills. They worked together and charged forward, moving toward their goal of breaking through the encirclement.
After a grueling half-hour breakout, the group finally managed to shake off the skeleton warriors.
However, the victory came at a heavy price, and the casualties on the battlefield were heartbreaking.
Corpses were scattered all around the battlefield; every fallen warrior was an irreparable loss.
The powerful members of the Western Alliance, in particular, paid a heavy price, losing almost a third of their loved ones, friends, and comrades.
Unfortunately, China also suffered a loss of one-sixth of its personnel. Although the percentage is relatively low, it is still heartbreaking.
Mills stared angrily at Qin Ze, his brows furrowed and his eyes flashing with rage.
In his view, the fact that China's casualties were only one-sixth, compared to the Western alliance's nearly one-third, was clearly unreasonable.
He began to suspect that Qin Ze might have some intelligence that he hadn't shared with them.
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