The combined armies of the Ten Thousand Races were encamped deep in the night.
Rommel stood in the command center, addressing a Lich of the Town-Guarding King rank beside him. "Are all preparations complete?"
The Lich nodded. "Rest assured, Marshal. The grand formation for summoning the Undead Heavenly Curtain has been successfully laid. The ritual can commence shortly."
Liches were an unusual variant within the Undead race. They were not a distinct species but rather powerful Undead sorcerers of King rank or above who had undergone transformation.
Every Lich possessed a minimum combat strength equivalent to a Town-Guarding King, which translated to a Human King's strength for the Human race.
Rommel nodded and addressed the generals of the Ten Thousand Races. "Esteemed generals, our victory or defeat hinges on this moment. I implore each of you to exert your utmost effort."
"Rest assured, Marshal. We shall fight to our last breath."
Rommel nodded, his voice filled with excitement. "Move out."
After the generals departed, Rommel turned his gaze once more towards the Demon Race's Imperial Son and the Legion Commander leading the Divine Race.
"Your Highness, General, we are counting on you."
The Demon Race's Imperial Son nodded. "Since you have revealed your trump card, Marshal, I cannot stand idly by. Let us proceed."
The Divine Race Legion Commander agreed, saying, "My Princess has been captured. If I cannot rescue her, I will have no face to return, even in victory. Given the situation, we must take this chance."
With that, he saluted the Demon Race's Imperial Son and Rommel before exiting.
Though the armies of the Demon and Divine races numbered only a million each, their strength was formidable. It could be said that other legions of the combined Ten Thousand Races, at the same level, would require ten times their number to even be taken seriously by these two races.
As the combined armies of the Ten Thousand Races made their move, the night sky grew even darker.
Countless heavy and somber dark clouds drifted over the Human Alliance.
Inside the Human War Fortress.
Zhang Haoran and his fellow disciples, along with several Kings from the Heavenly Master Mansion, opened their eyes in unison.
"The Undead Heavenly Curtain. The Lich has made its move. It seems the combined armies of the Ten Thousand Races are truly serious this time."
Following this, they rose, donning dragon-scaled soft armor underneath their Heavenly Master robes.
Zhang Haoran's gaze was clear, his usual foolish demeanor vanishing instantly.
"Fellow disciples, esteemed martial uncles and senior brothers, junior brothers. Subduing demons and eliminating monsters, suppressing ghosts and pacifying corpses, has always been the duty of our Heavenly Master Mansion. Now that the Undead Heavenly Curtain has reappeared, how can we, disciples of the Daoist sect, stand idly by?"
"Esteemed martial uncles and senior brothers, I ask you to lead half of the Heavenly Master Mansion's disciples and divine soldiers to set up the Heavenly Dipper Demon Subduing Formation. The rest of you, junior brothers, will accompany me with the remaining disciples and divine soldiers to prepare the Five Thunder Divine Law and eliminate the demons."
With that, they vanished from the room.
On the other side, the Kings of the Immortal race also sensed the Undead Heavenly Curtain.
Little Princess Xian'er looked at the members of the Immortal race and said, "Everyone, the final battle has begun. As people of the Immortal race, we should honor our ancient covenant and cooperate fully with the Human race in this battle."
Li Siyi stood on the city wall with the entire Mo Dao Army, staring grimly at the Undead Heavenly Curtain in the sky, and scoffed,
"Pah,"
The Legion Commander of the Leopard Race, responsible for the sneak attack, swallowed hard as he looked at the imposing War Fortress.
Under the shroud of the Undead Heavenly Curtain, the entire War Fortress appeared even more menacing, like a devouring beast, sending shivers down one's spine.
The Leopard Race Legion Commander gritted his teeth, then waved his hand, using his sharp claws to climb towards the War Fortress.
"General, what is this city wall made of? Why can't we climb it?"
A Leopard Race soldier, looking at the smooth yet incredibly hard outer wall of the War Fortress, asked the leading general in utter confusion.
The leading general quickly reported this information. Upon hearing it, the Leopard Race Legion Commander pondered for a moment before speaking.
"We will force our way through. A sneak attack is impossible. All our men, gather at the foot of the Human fortress's city wall, and then fly up with all your might."
The entire Leopard Race legion consisted of Platinum-grade elites. Even in a high-intensity dimension like the Ten Thousand Races Battlefield, they could glide for short distances. However, the commotion it would cause would easily attract attention.
But since a decisive battle had been decided, there was no need to worry about being discovered.
Li Siyi chuckled as he looked at the Leopard Race legion below. "Oh, damn it, these little kitties are quite arrogant. Too bad there aren't many of them. Each of our brothers won't even get one to play with."
The Leopard Race Legion Commander led the charge onto the city wall, then stared at the wall in bewilderment, wondering with extreme doubt why there wasn't a single defending Human soldier. This was unscientific.
By the time the entire 3 million strong Leopard Race army had ascended the city wall, Li Siyi, with a sinister grin, led the Mo Dao Army to charge.
The Mo Dao were like a forest, shattering all fear.
In an instant, the 3 million elite Leopard Race soldiers were cut in half by the 5 million Mo Dao Army.
Some were cut into four pieces, as there were still 2 million Mo Dao soldiers without opponents, requiring two men to fight one. Southern Sudan Novel Network.
The weakest in the Mo Dao Army were Diamond-tier mid-level, facing Platinum-tier mid-level Leopard Race soldiers resulted in instant kills, not to mention more than half were fighting two against one.
The burly men of the Mo Dao Army stared blankly at the Leopard Race soldiers, now cut into pieces before them: "My god, weren't they said to be elites? Why did it end with one blow? Is the one-hit kill style popular now?"
Li Siyi grinned at the utterly mangled Leopard Race soldiers and said to his Mo Dao Army soldiers, "Didn't I tell you all to hold back? How did you manage to butcher them like this? How are we supposed to make leopard-print underpants for the Marshal and the other soldiers now?"
A Legion Commander of the Mo Dao Army whispered to Li Siyi, "Great General, if all else fails, we can change careers and make masks. Those things don't use much fabric."