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As the voice of Zuo Dao echoed, the battlefield ignited like a powder keg, unleashing an overwhelming surge of indomitable fighting spirit. The atmosphere crackled with energy, as if the very fabric of space was being disturbed by this fierce intent.
The Blood Burning Battle Formation and the Side Door Combat Division erupted simultaneously, shaking the ground beneath them. The three hundred members of the War Department managed to intimidate the entire battlefield.
What shocked Tiger Soul and Jiang Yuqi the most was that it was not the Side Door Combat Division that charged forward first, but their own Mecha Squad. Seeing this unfold, Jiang Yuqi felt he was about to go mad; he couldn't understand what kind of spell Zuo Dao had cast on these Mechanics Students to make them take the lead.
The Mechanics Academy specialized in calculations, not combat. Just as Jiang Yuqi was about to step in and stop them, he suddenly noticed twelve figures materializing around the Mecha Squad.
The Zuo Wang Twelve Saints.
As soon as the Twelve Disciples appeared, they overshadowed everything else. However, there was something different about them this time; the halos behind their heads had vanished, replaced by a swirling cloud beneath their feet. Although their positions and natures were different, the ethereal feeling they exuded was even more pronounced.
At that moment, the appearance of the Twelve Disciples also brought a significant transformation to the Mecha Squad. A profound footwork Jiang Yuqi had never seen before unfolded beneath their feet, flowing like clouds and water. He could tell that this was not any cultivation method from the Machine Institute. Had Zuo Dao really taught them a new technique in such a short time?
The Supreme Performance Step, derived from the Supreme Art of Performance. This aligned perfectly with what was taught at the Mechanics Academy, allowing Zuo Dao to teach these students without any hindrance.
These students from the Machine Institute were among the best and rarely deployed. However, given the gravity of this situation, Luo Huaxing had sent them all out at once.
In truth, these students had been holding back their frustrations; far too many of their peers had fallen on this battlefield, and many had died protecting them. They did not want to remain in hiding any longer; they wanted to charge forward as well. Yet their responsibilities dictated their positions.
When Zuo Dao informed them that they would personally participate in this battle, their latent fighting spirit was fully ignited. They were not worried about their safety but rather whether they could fulfill this mission with their abilities. Yet once again, Zuo Dao surprised them.
As they began to manifest this cultivation method, it felt as if they had immersed themselves in it for a hundred years—there was no trace of unfamiliarity; it felt innate.
At that moment, Tiger Soul's eyes widened in disbelief as he looked at Zuo Dao. Wasn't this the cultivation method of the Lord of the Mansion? How could he also possess it? Could he be a disciple of the Lord of the Mansion?
Seeing Tiger Soul's expression, Zuo Dao wasn't surprised; it only confirmed one of his suspicions. The Supreme Art of Performance required someone to guard while it was being calculated. It seemed Tiger Soul had an extraordinary connection with that Supreme Lord! Who would trust just anyone to guard unless they were close?
Yao Qingmu remained hidden in the void, observing the battlefield below. As a demon king, he looked down upon those beneath him and felt no need to intervene. However, upon discovering Zuo Dao's presence, a sense of pressure from his source began to swell within him.
Having just broken through to demon king status himself, he understood what this sensation meant; such pressure only arose when facing a Great Demon King. While kings among demons were powerful, they were still ranked—those like him who had just entered demon king territory were merely ordinary demon kings. Above him were greater demon kings and even more terrifying royal-level existences beyond that—realms he could not yet approach.
Especially when the Fleet was deployed, a powerful sense of crisis emerged. It was a formation he had never seen before, and the steps they took felt elusive and incomprehensible beneath his feet.
The Demon War Division continued to flow outward like a stream. Meanwhile, the distress signals from Tiger Soul could not be sent out. At this moment, he could only rely on himself.
He hadn't intended to put too much pressure on Heterodox, but it seemed unavoidable now; they would have to grow through the trials of blood and fire. As Zuo Dao contemplated this, he inadvertently forgot how young he actually was.
The Mecha Squad, under the protection of the Twelve Disciples, pierced into the enemy camp like a sharp blade. Jiang Yuqi watched in cold sweat. No human would fight like this. Those charging forward were the Twelve Holy Sons and Mechanics Students!
Under the charge of the Mecha Squad, no Demon Army or War Department could halt their advance. The students from the Sub-Academy had never fought with such ferocity; all their suppressed emotions and hatred erupted in this battle.
The Twelve Disciples moved around the Squad, delivering lethal strikes to every advancing demon to ensure the safety of the entire team. They understood that these students were not skilled in combat; they were fighting purely with passion and righteousness against their enemies.
At this moment, Tang Fengyue organized the War Department to follow suit, but they faced much more resistance than the Mecha Squad. The Supreme One Sect's Cultivation Method was specifically designed to counter the Demon Clan. Especially with the Supreme Art, which seized opportunities for transformation and created a grand vision.
However, that Supreme Lord had practiced in the wrong direction; in Zuo Dao's view, what he had obtained was the true essence of the Supreme One Sect.
The Mecha Squad moved like an Azure Dragon across the battlefield. Every Squad they approached inexplicably boosted their combat power, turning them into easy prey for Mechanics Students to slaughter. It was a one-sided battle. Yao Qingmu watched as veins bulged on both sides of his temples.
What kind of formation is this? Just one squad possesses such immense power. The War Department ahead had already suffered heavy casualties under the assault of the Mecha Squad, but given the vast numbers of the Demon Clan, it was merely a drop in the ocean.
Compared to the Mecha Squad's dominance, Tang Fengyue's War Department appeared somewhat dim by comparison. However, relatively speaking, in Yao Qingmu's eyes, this War Department consisting of thousands was still a meat grinder.
No wonder reinforcements from above were dispatched in such numbers; this place had gathered all the top Squads of the Demon Clan from across the Starry Battlefield. The Six Two Three and Magic Shock were also favored by higher-ups as potential candidates for ascension to kingship. Yet even with such numerical superiority, they were still being slaughtered without any chance to retaliate.
What exactly is this human War Department?
Tiger Soul’s allied Squad was also included in their intelligence reports; however, their Squad did not possess such formidable combat strength. Thus, any issues must have arisen from that earlier appearing Squad.
Ahead, the Demon War Division began to retreat primarily because the Mecha Squad was simply too bizarre. The Six Two Three and Magic Shock had considered various strategies. Each time they charged near this Squad, demons and monsters would be inexplicably restricted in their cultivation by an unknown force; it was completely unsolvable. They had personally tested it. If they hadn’t been on the outer edge and managed to flee quickly, they would have undoubtedly been caught up in the attack and met their demise.
This was not a crime of war, and Yao Qingmu did not blame them. If one were to charge forward knowing they would surely die, that would be sheer foolishness.
At the Spatial Transfer gate, the War Department finally began to mobilize. The Demon Six Two Three and Magic Shock organized a retreat while trying their best to halt the advance of the Mecha Squad.
There was only one method: continuously sending subordinates to block the enemy with their flesh and blood. This resulted in a bloody path left in the wake of the Mecha Squad. However, none of this blood was bright red; countless severed limbs and dismembered bodies littered the ground, none of which belonged to human Cultivators.
In just a short tea break, a single Mecha Squad achieved such significant results that Tiger Soul, Jiang Yuqi, and Snow Red Swallow felt as if they were dreaming. Were these still humans? If it weren't for the familiar faces among the Squad, Jiang and Snow would have believed they were witnessing celestial beings descending.
Even in the midst of such intense battle, Zuo Dao showed no sign of a smile. He sensed a faint aura of killing intent brewing in the air.
The momentum of the Mecha Squad could not last long; otherwise, it would hinder these students' future cultivation paths. He was merely waiting for an opportune moment.
The previous losses of the Demon Clan were negligible because at this point, their numbers had already exceeded ten thousand and were still increasing. According to Zuo Dao's calculations, these Spatial Transfer gates could support nearly a hundred thousand troops teleporting in. Although he was not afraid, he had to take responsibility for the personnel in Tiger Soul, Heterodox, and Mechanics Squads.
Human resources were not infinite; even standing still would tire them out against such overwhelming numbers. He was waiting for a chance to lead them out of encirclement. Nearby was the defensive area of Spirit Sword Academy; as long as they could approach their defensive zone, they would receive assistance.
At the same time, Yao Qingmu also noticed this. The pace of the Mecha Squad had begun to slow down; some students already appeared fatigued. Although supported by a powerful battle formation, they were not professional fighters, and having fought this far was already something to be proud of.
Yan Zhen and the Twelve Disciples also recognized this situation and began to coordinate with the Mecha Squad to slowly retreat. Though subtle, Yao Qingmu still detected it.
This Squad would not allow them to escape. More members of the Nine Demon War Division surged toward the Mechanics Students like locusts crossing over.
Tired—exhausted. This was the sole feeling among these Mechanics Students; high-intensity combat allowed them to temporarily forget everything. But when fatigue finally washed over them, every limb felt as heavy as if crushed by a mountain.
Every movement was so arduous, yet they meticulously completed their entire attack sequence.
Pain—agonizing pain. But not a single one gave up.
As they gazed at the approaching Alien Race before them, their resolve had never been stronger.
“Saint Children, you must leave now while we can still fight,” one of the students urged.
“Yes, and we owe you our thanks. Without you, we wouldn’t have experienced the thrill of battle. We’ve already repaid our debts; we can’t let you accompany us to our deaths.”
“Go, Saint Children. Just remember to avenge us.”
“Brothers, hold on! We must protect the safety of the Saint Children; otherwise, we will be sinners against humanity.”
The students continued to shout encouragement.
As Mechanics Students, they knew full well the intentions of the Alien Races. The Twelve Holy Sons were absolutely irreplaceable; they had always been protected by their Comrades, and now they could finally make sacrifices for others.
It was unclear whether it was the exchange among the students or a shared understanding, but the entire Mecha Squad suddenly broke away from the protective range of the Twelve Disciples.
“Brothers, let’s fight! Let these Alien Races see that we from the Machine Institute are not just calculators; we can fight too.”
“Kill!”
Voices rang out as each student from the Mechanics Academy unhesitatingly ignited their potential.
“Saint Children, go! Don’t let our sacrifices be in vain. We are already happy to fight alongside you!”
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