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Zhang Hao stood breathless beside the fallen Demon Bull, sweat streaming down his cheeks. His hands trembled slightly from the prolonged grip on his sword, yet his eyes still sparkled with unwavering determination. The death of the Demon Bull had eased the tension on the battlefield just a bit. Zhang Hao took a deep breath, listening to the explosions and gunfire around him, feeling his heartbeat quicken.
"Commander Zhang did it! The Demon Bull has been taken down!" a soldier shouted in surprise, his voice filled with excitement and awe.
The soldiers were greatly inspired by Zhang Hao's brave actions. The morale that had been somewhat low and fearful surged high due to his victory. They rallied their spirits, picked up their weapons, and began charging back into battle.
"We can win this! Charge together!" Zhang Hao shouted, swinging his sword and pointing at the enemies ahead.
"Kill them!" the soldiers echoed in unison, their voices resonating across the battlefield. Determination and courage shone in their eyes as each one fought with all their might to protect their homeland and comrades.
The situation on the battlefield began to shift for the better. The soldiers bravely charged forward, engaging in fierce combat with the Demon Soldiers. Gunfire and explosions roared in their ears; every bullet and wave of Spiritual Energy carried immense power, striking at the enemies' vital points.
"Advance! Don't give them a chance to counterattack!" Zhang Hao commanded loudly, leading the soldiers forward. His eyes glimmered with resolve as he knew this was the best moment to counterattack; they had to seize this opportunity to defeat the enemy completely.
"Yes, Commander!" the soldiers responded, moving forward with firm steps. Each stride was filled with strength and determination as they gradually pushed back the enemy.
Just as everyone was charging ahead, a sudden powerful shockwave descended from above, accompanied by a deafening explosion. The shockwave was like an invisible force that froze everyone in place, kicking up dust and debris all around them, creating a scene of chaos. Dark malevolence surged from the center of the explosion, filling the air with a pungent odor.
Zhang Hao staggered slightly from the force of the shockwave. He covered his mouth and nose with his hand, trying to see what was happening at the front lines, but thick smoke and dust blurred his vision. He coughed, feeling a dull pain in his chest as unease and vigilance filled his heart.
Suddenly, piercing screams erupted from the front lines as severed limbs of several Human Soldiers were hurled into the air, blood splattering everywhere and staining the ground red. Zhang Hao's heart sank; he knew a powerful enemy had appeared.
Amidst the dust and smoke, a tall figure gradually emerged. It was a man enveloped in dark energy, with cold light flickering in his eyes. His presence was like that of a demon from hell, bringing an overwhelming sense of oppression and fear. Zhang Hao recognized him immediately; it was Feng Tianlong, the terrifying leader of the Black Dragon Gang.
“Feng Tianlong!” Zhang Hao cursed under his breath, a flicker of fear and anger flashing in his eyes. He knew that this enemy was more powerful and dangerous than any Demon Soldier.
A cold smirk crossed Feng Tianlong's face as he emanated a dark, sinister aura that seemed capable of devouring everything. He swung his weapon, each strike carrying devastating force that shattered everything around him. Zhang Hao felt an immense pressure; he understood that this battle would be exceptionally difficult.
“Everyone, be careful!” Zhang Hao shouted, trying to keep the soldiers alert, but his voice was drowned out by explosions and screams.
The malevolent energy from Feng Tianlong surged like a tide, and Zhang Hao felt the air thick with oppression and suffocation. He took a deep breath, gripping his sword tightly, preparing to face this arduous battle.
Feng Tianlong stood at the center of the battlefield, surrounded by a dense black aura, resembling a demon descended from hell. He looked disdainfully at the Human and Cultivator United Forces before him, his eyes filled with contempt. The spear in his hand glimmered ominously; each swing carried annihilating power.
“Come on, let me see how strong you are,” Feng Tianlong's deep voice echoed across the battlefield, filled with cruelty and arrogance.
Though the human Cultivators and soldiers felt fear, they knew they had to confront him. Several Cultivators joined forces to cast a Spell, their spiritual light flickering as they attacked Feng Tianlong. However, he merely waved his hand lightly; the dark aura acted as a barrier, blocking all their attacks.
“Is this all the power you have?” Feng Tianlong sneered, his figure flickering like a ghost as he suddenly appeared before one of the Cultivators. The spear struck out like a venomous snake, piercing through the Cultivator's chest. Blood splattered everywhere; the Cultivator didn't even have time to scream before losing his life.
Feng Tianlong's movements were swift and fierce; each of his attacks carried destructive force. Wherever his spear swung, death followed. Several soldiers attempting to approach him were slaughtered effortlessly, blood spraying as their bodies fell to the ground.
“This is your strength? How disappointing,” Feng Tianlong scoffed, a cruel glint flashing in his eyes.
The Human Soldiers on the battlefield watched in horror, filled with fear and helplessness. Their attacks seemed like mere jokes against Feng Tianlong, utterly ineffective. With every swing he made, countless deaths and despair followed.
“What are we going to do? This guy is too strong!” one soldier shouted in terror, his gun trembling in his hands. His eyes sparkled with helplessness and fear as if he could already see his own demise.
Another soldier gritted his teeth, forcing himself to calm down, but the fear in his heart remained unshakable. "We can't give up! We must hold on!" he shouted, though his voice still trembled slightly.
Feng Tianlong sneered, a cruel glint flashing in his eyes. "Is this your resistance? How laughable!" He swung his spear, and a wave of dark malevolence surged forth like a tempest, obliterating everything in its path.
Several soldiers were struck by the black energy, their bodies torn apart in an instant, blood splattering everywhere. Their screams echoed across the battlefield, bringing immense fear and despair. The remaining soldiers watched this scene unfold, their terror deepening.
"If this continues, we won't be able to withstand him at all!" a Cultivator shouted in panic, his eyes filled with hopelessness and powerlessness.
Zhang Hao took a deep breath, gripping his knife tightly, a flicker of determination crossing his gaze. He knew that they had to give it their all if they were to have any chance of defeating this formidable enemy.
"We can't back down; we must defeat him!" Zhang Hao told himself, his eyes shining with resolve. He understood that this battle determined the fate of the entire Eastern Front; no matter how difficult it became, they could not retreat.
Feng Tianlong's figure flickered across the battlefield, each of his attacks carrying overwhelming force that shattered humanity's defenses completely. He was like an embodiment of death, mercilessly reaping human lives.
"This is your end; no matter how you resist, it is futile," Feng Tianlong's voice was low and cold, a cruel glimmer flashing in his eyes.
The Human Soldiers on the battlefield fell into deep panic and despair. Feng Tianlong's strength and ruthlessness left them feeling powerless; every attack they launched seemed insignificant and could not halt his advance.
"What are we going to do? If this continues, we'll all die here!" a soldier cried out in terror, his eyes filled with hopelessness and helplessness.
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