Chapter 218: Three Disasters Converge, Ultimate Showdown

The battle at Emperor Tomb Mountain lasted three hours.

With the power of Qi Nian Eba, he could have finished the fight in half an hour if he went all out.

But this is precisely what makes Qi Nian Eba so nauseating to players.

He clearly has the strength to crush the players’ battle formation quickly using Catastrophe, Apocalypse, or Death Plague troop types.

Yet he refuses to—instead, he uses sneaky counter-retribution tactics to counter player assaults, sparing even the tiniest bit of resources.

This is why small-scale player squads and small groups avoid challenging Qi Nian Eba at Emperor Tomb Mountain.

For small player teams, there’s literally no profit to be made.

Qi Nian Eba can pin the players’ health bars, rendering their output useless through Catastrophe troop counter-retribution.

Only large-scale united warband modes stand a chance of gaining profit from this war Cultivation Mode.

This battle was also posted by players on the forum.

It claimed that Qi Nian Eba had imprisoned a Primordial Monster of the Element system and was wildly provoking and inciting hatred.

But forum players remained utterly calm.

This isn’t the first time Qi Nian Eba has pulled such antics.

Catastrophe counter-retribution tactics, mental taunt tactics, player infiltration plans, treasure chest tactics, intelligence-gathering tactics, data simulation tactics… Qi Nian Eba’s shenanigans no longer surprise players at all.

Constantly pulling stunts is Qi Nian Eba’s trademark.

It’s certain that Qi Nian Eba’s AI has evolved again—realizing players are collecting Primordial Monsters.

So it thought of using the Primordial Monster to annoy them.

This fits Qi Nian Eba’s character perfectly: if there’s a chance to annoy, it never lets it slip.

At one point, a forum player remarked: “That bastard Qi Nian Eba doesn’t even treat us players as human beings—again pulling stunts to mess with our minds. Why doesn’t he go mess with the Bug Clan’s heads instead!”

But the answer to this question doesn’t need thought to know.

In the Three Catastrophes’ slaughter in the Xinshoucun , only they and Qi Nian Eba are trapped in a cycle of psychological explosions, tormenting each other.

None submit to the other; they constantly upgrade their methods of opposition.

The whole point is: if you can’t kill me, I’ll annoy you to death.

As for the Battle Bug Clan, their eyes see only slaughter.

No matter how many stunts Qi Nian Eba pulls, it can’t affect the Bug Clan’s emotions—they’re pure killing machines, always either fighting or on the way to fight.

The only thing that can trigger strategic shifts in the Battle Bug Clan is the arrival of a fourth faction.

Whenever this happens, the three factions instantly turn their weapons toward the fourth, brutally attacking it to seize resources.

Though bloodthirsty, the Bugs aren’t stupid.

They know the Player Clan and Black Black Tide produce no resources whatsoever; if a fourth faction joins, it’s definitely to grab resources first before resuming the chaos.

It’s like a deceased friend in the eyes of a certain player.

Since server launch, he is the only one to have achieved the epic achievement “Three Catastrophes Battle Heavenly Fire.”

His name is forever engraved on the player forum, often mentioned by veteran players.

New players can also see brief clashes between this deceased “old friend” and veteran players in the Honor Chronicle.

As one forum player put it: “The appearance of Heavenly Fire Law King was like a meteor streaking across the Xinshoucun night sky—briefly flashing, but his memory is forever imprinted in the annals of player history.”

Many new players who’ve never seen the Honor Chronicle, upon first hearing of Heavenly Fire Law King, even thought it was a story like “Three Heroes Battle Lü Bu.”

With supreme power, Heavenly Fire Law King forced the three Catastrophe-level factions of the Xinshoucun to unite and join battle.

Since then, the three Xinshoucun factions have never again engaged in “united” warfare.

Now the issue is: Qi Nian Eba has imprisoned a Primordial Monster, clearly mocking them.

But they truly want this Primordial Monster.

Players’ greatest fear is: what if the Eba kills this Primordial Monster?

Although Primordial Monsters don’t truly die, the location where they respawn after death is completely random.

This randomness isn’t limited to the Pale Continent region—it’s random across the entire Monster World.

The chance of encountering it again is nearly zero.

Perhaps they’ll never see “Frost Mist Breath” again in this lifetime.

So how exactly should they seize this Primordial Monster from the Eba? This became a heated topic among forum players.

At this moment, the Player Summit Chat Group:

God King (Group Owner): What do you guys think? Any ideas?

Wosnidie: Frost Mist Breath is a first-generation Primordial Monster, but its traits offer both control and output—it absolutely can’t be let go. My suggestion: organize players for a peak showdown.

Divine Wing: Fight. We must fight. Eba is openly provoking us—provocation demands a price. I won’t tolerate it one bit.

Prince of Wishes: Since everyone wants to fight, let’s start contacting people. Our strength still lags far behind the Eba’s—everyone, mobilize your networks and bring as many players as possible.

Luanshisi Fa: God King, quickly post a thread on the forum to stir up the atmosphere before the battle. Once hype builds, players won’t hesitate to join.

The Player Summit Chat Group ultimately agreed on a plan: assemble a massive player army for a long-awaited peak showdown.

Even if they fail, they must make the Eba pay a price.

Most importantly, they must seize the Primordial Monster from the Eba to add a new Nascent Soul to their player faction.

After ending the discussion, God King immediately contacted the leaders of major guilds not in the Player Summit Chat Group—including leaders of alien player guilds.

He aimed to unite all player forces for an unprecedented-scale confrontation.

Besides God King, the united warband’s other leaders and administrators needed to assist.

(PS: The Player Summit Chat Group was founded by the top guild leaders of the Human Clan, whose own guilds collectively formed the regular Emperor Tomb Mountain-based United Warband. Many alien player guild leaders aren’t in the group; God King is the group owner.)

Soon after, God King posted his recruitment thread on the forum:

【Who understands, fam? I’m depressed. It started like this…】

Content: …

Recruitment requirements for combatants:

Anyone’s fine—no regard for Star Vein, Body Strengthening, or Nascent Soul ranks.

If you’re a brother, come with me to Emperor Tomb Mountain and chop down the Eba.

After Black Black Tide descends into reality, I’ll be a supreme Dalao . If you join and Iron Face real-life hardship, come to me—I’ll make sure you’ve got food to eat.

…

God King’s post was, as always, in his signature meme style.

Yet his recruitment thread received massive enthusiastic responses from new players.

Many new players exploring the Frost Winter Snowfield region and even the Dungeon World had never seen Qi Nian Evil Spirit in person and wanted to witness firsthand how strong this “Eba” was, as veteran players described.

As more players responded, the exit of Emperor Tomb Village became completely packed.

The number of players joining the United Warband broke 200,000 for the first time—and kept growing.

Any applicant was instantly approved by administrators.

During this process, guild administrators helped God King collect player information for grouping.

Guild players were easy to group—each guild had already categorized players by type.

But solo players, newbies, small squads, small groups… these players needed to submit information for better grouping.

Grouping was essential for effective command—otherwise, no clear orders could be issued during battle.

Players would struggle to understand instructions.

As time passed and grouping continued, some grew impatient and thought of the elusive Visitor #1.

If Visitor #1 helped, grouping could be completed swiftly.

This battle might truly allow them to seize the Primordial Monster “Frost Mist Breath” from Qi Nian Eba.

With this idea, God King immediately opened his livestream.

“Visitor #1, you there?”

Visitor #1 had not yet obtained Player status in the Monster World and couldn’t be contacted via friend list or livestream @.

He could only ask and wait for Visitor #1’s response.

Shortly after sending the query, a golden comment streaked across the livestream.

Visitor #1: I’m here.

God King: Interested in another battle against the Eba? If you join, we’ll have a much better chance.

Visitor #1 did not immediately reply.

After over ten seconds of silence in the livestream, Visitor #1 sent this message:

“From now on, I will command. Once assembled, require all players in the warband to activate livestream Cultivation Mode.”

Seeing Visitor #1 would personally command, God King instantly thrilled.

The previous battle led by Visitor #1 was still vivid in his mind—he’d finally gotten his revenge.

Upon receiving a clear answer, God King didn’t rush to order players to open livestreams—the warband’s numbers were still rising.

Fishing enthusiasts, competitive players, explorers… even many Spirit Chef players from the Mist Coast arrived, joining the warband.

All wanted to be immortalized in the Honor Chronicle.

Perhaps they’d even capture a highlight screenshot to boast about later.

The warband’s numbers slowed their growth after reaching 300,000.

One hour later, the number of participating players reached 350,000.

God King stopped waiting and immediately issued the first order to all warband players using his Commander Authority.

“All players, activate livestream Cultivation Mode. Open your attribute display panels. Do nothing else.”

After repeating three times in succession, the God-King began to wait for the performance of Player #1.

……

Moon, Eclipse City.

Beneath Eclipse Tower, the Energy Center.

After Star Net’s command reached underground, thousands of energy conduits, each over ten meters in diameter, slowly rotated, emitting a low rumble.

The metal casings of the conduits gleamed with a cold sheen under blue warning lights, and hydraulic units at the joints sprayed white steam.

【Detection complete. Pressure in Zone A-1 is normal.】

Information transmitted after underground robots completed their inspection.

Star Net immediately issued new commands, and tens of thousands of small maintenance robots underground simultaneously lit up their indicator lights.

Optical lenses shifted from red to blue; tools on the robotic arms rapidly switched.

Twelve heavy maintenance robots swiftly took position, their hydraulic clamps gripping the conduit interfaces tightly, rear thrusters spewing blue flames as they began shifting the energy transport conduits.

【Pressure in Zone A-2 is stable. Continue switching procedure.】

The energy conduits began rotating faster; energy barriers at the interfaces flickered with blinding arcs.

The maintenance robot swarm operated like precision gears, moving swiftly along magnetic rails on the conduit surfaces, constantly adjusting the conduits’ angles and positions.

【B-Class War Cultivation Mode preparing to activate. Energy output power will rise to 1000%.】

The entire underground space began to tremble; spiderweb-like blue patterns surfaced on the conduits, as energy surged within under B-Class load.

Fine arcs flickered across the robots’ armor, precisely executing every command issued by Star Net.

Tens of thousands of maintenance robots were deployed, each assigned clear roles, methodically carrying out the conduit-switching operation.

Robotic arms rapidly replaced cooling modules on the new conduits; liquid nitrogen sprayed out and instantly vaporized in the high heat, forming a white mist underground.

【Switching complete. Energy supply stable. Entering B-Class War Cultivation Mode.】

After the energy replacement, the underground space gradually calmed.

All engineering robots stood by at their designated positions.

The blue light surging through the transparent energy conduits was now several times brighter than before.

At this moment, in the room housing Star Net’s intelligence core.

After entering B-Class War Cultivation Mode, Star Net’s computational efficiency surged dramatically.

More accurately, it had unlocked a portion of its own processing power, no longer constrained by insufficient energy supply.

Beep!

After a crisp sound, high-frequency live-streaming screens projected rapidly, filling the entire room.

Star Net’s hovering body pulsed with a neural network map; dozens of slender transparent tentacles surrounding it continuously split, generating countless finer tendrils.

Each tendril’s tip was a highly advanced information-processing unit, aiding it in data handling.

In an instant, all images in the room were compressed to the size of a thumbnail; new live-streaming screens generated and once again filled the entire room.

During this process, each combatant’s Star Vein configuration, Nascent Soul rank, Body Strengthening level, equipped growth pet, and embedded cultivation combat techniques were swiftly retrieved and cataloged.

Star Net compiled this data into its previously created “War Cultivation Mode” database.

Simulation grouping commenced.

Star Net did not group players by guild; it treated every player as an independent individual.

First, it considered all possible countermeasures by the Earth-Nourish Tyrant, opting for a mixed composition.

That is, players of various types—damage-takers, magic-output, utility-support, melee, ranged archers, assassins—could all coexist within a single group.

One second later, the simulation test ended.

Star Net abandoned the idea of mixing players with different roles.

Doing so would severely impair command efficiency.

Simulation data proved that specialized group roles enhanced synergy better; thus, a second and third round of simulation groupings began.

Soon, dense golden comment streams rapidly scrolled across various players’ live streams.

The God-King granted permission to sub-unit commanders, allowing them to reorganize sub-groups within the warband; players who received the comment streams applied for different divisions as instructed.

Next came formation alignment.

Drawing from past encounters with Earth-Nourish Evil Spirits and their command habits, Star Net simulated tactical formations.

Soon, Star Net finalized a combat formation plan.

Then, Star Net issued direct assembly commands to all players in coordinate form.

The front line of the combat formation consisted of expendable players.

The first rank formed a curved steel wall, alternating between Monster Flow and Damage-Taker players, designed to absorb frontal charges and create an output environment for the rear ranks.

Some Damage-Taker players were positioned in the third rank to counter potential assassination tactics from the Earth-Nourish Tyrant.

These Damage-Takers all had Life-Link Nascent Souls embedded; in emergencies, they could absorb damage meant for output players.

The second rank of the combat formation consisted of melee damage dealers, interspersed with utility-support players.

The third rank consisted of Damage-Tank units, utility-support, and ranged archers.

Subsequent ranks were mixed with magic users, Damage-Tanks, and utility-support, ensuring magic output would not be concentrated and targeted by the Earth-Nourish Tyrant.

Flanks were assigned to Assassins, waiting to strike into the Black Black Tide and harvest the battlefield.

Star Net divided the warband into two identical combat formations, deployed on either side, leaving a central gap for troop mobility.

This formation was also designed to counter potential third-party forces.

The central gap, in fact, also created an opening for the Earth-Nourish Tyrant to penetrate the player formation.

In past battles, the Earth-Nourish Tyrant always employed a defense-and-counterattack strategy.

Players would charge; Catastrophe-class troops would block, then strike with ranged area attacks when the opportunity arose.

This time, it would give the Earth-Nourish Tyrant an opportunity.

The front line of the Black Black Tide, composed of Catastrophe-class troops, formed an impregnable wall—would it switch troops to seize the moment and launch a charge?

To expose a weakness, one must first reveal it.

Commands streamed continuously as comment streams; the Skyfeather Clan, under this command, ascended into the sky, raising their hands to gather scattered arrow bows.

When Star Net issued the advance command, the player army marched forward en masse toward the Black Black Tide’s position.

If the formation shifted even slightly, Star Net issued individual commands to adjust each player’s position, ensuring the formation remained intact.

On the other side.

The Earth-Nourish Tyrant, alerted by the Evil Eye, detected the player clan assembling and advancing.

“Evil Eye, how many players are coming?”

“359,232. The number continues to grow.”

This unprecedented scale made the Earth-Nourish Evil Spirit realize the players were serious this time.

“Interesting. They clearly care deeply about the Primordial Monster. I wonder if the player clan’s mysterious commander will appear.”

As it spoke, the Earth-Nourish Evil Spirit’s body rose into the air, connecting with the pitch-black tentacle extended by the Evil Eye.

In an instant, the dispersed Black Black Tide converged toward the Evil Eye Tower.

In the Phantom Bog direction.

The Insect Clan’s Hive Mind’s colossal body loomed like a towering mountain; its massive antennae danced in the air, sensing external pheromones.

Sensing the unusual movements of the player clan and the terrifying Black Black Tide, the Hive Mind, unwilling to remain idle, let out a low, guttural roar—immediately, a psychic storm swept across the land.

In an instant, the ground cracked open; countless insect burrows sprouted like mushrooms after rain.

Green spores gushed wildly from the burrows; soon, millions of emerald-green specks blanketed the sky.

The Hive Mind’s psychic pulse then manifested as visible purple-black energy, expanding in a ring.

The blood-red fungal carpet covering the ground received orders and spread from the Hive Mind toward the battlefield; countless mycelia writhed, weaving into incubation sacs that absorbed energy from the Hive Mind and grew rapidly.

Soon, translucent embryos burst under the pale moonlight into “scythe-limbed” forms.

The floating emerald-green specks hatched simultaneously; razor-flies swarmed into clouds, their wingbeats echoing like countless engines igniting, reverberating across the heavens.

Plop! Plop! Plop!

From holes along the Hive Mind’s back, a rain of cocoons erupted; upon landing, they hatched into Abyssal Stinger Snakes, whose sharp fangs easily tore through the earth, rapidly consuming matter to grow.

The crust sank ten meters within moments under the frenzied devouring.

The psychic pulse swept again; piercing shrieks erupted.

Countless insect warriors coalesced into rivers of blood, surging toward the battlefield.

Along the way, they crushed into each other; the “click-clack” of carapaces colliding layered with the warriors’ shrieks, creating an overwhelming din.

From above, the insect Black Tide rolled like a tsunami.

The earth shattered beneath their feet; the sky was blotted out by their wings.

Wherever they passed, not a blade of grass remained—only death and destruction.

The three factions ultimately converged at the Tianyuan Node of Emperor Tomb Mountain Range, forming a three-way stalemate.

Star Net, while still organizing its formation, noticed the insect clan’s involvement—no surprise; this was a high-probability scenario in its simulations.

In a war of hundreds of thousands, it would be strange if insect warriors did not join.

The Earth-Nourish Evil Spirit had likewise monitored the insect clan’s movements from the moment they stirred.

At that moment, a psychic pulse swept across the battlefield.

All insect warriors suddenly raised their heads and let out piercing shrieks.

The sound sliced through the air like a blade, forming a surging wave of noise that roared across the land from the insect army’s position.

Wherever the sonic wave passed, the earth trembled, trees rustled, and even the thick clouds overhead were shaken, churning violently.

On the Node Platform of the Heaven’s Abyss Domain.

Di Nian Ebai stood suspended in midair, arms crossed.

After the Erosion Clan’s screeches were read by the Evil Eye, translation data surfaced in its mind.

Realizing the Erosion Clan’s brain was provoking it, the thought flashed—countless evil influences rained down like dumplings.

The Black Black Tide surged rapidly; countless fragmented whispers wove together, like millions of ants gnawing at the heart. The sonic wave climbed higher, standing equal to the Erosion Clan’s piercing screeches, engulfing the entire world in these two terrifying sounds.

On the player side, the God-King issued an order at this moment:

“They’re trying to scare us before battle—everyone shout loud! We can’t lose the momentum.”

Hearing the God-King’s command, players sprang into action.

“Aaaaaa!”

“Oooooo!”

“Woof woof woof, hehehe, lelele!”

Compared to the unified tones of the Erosion Clan and the Black Black Tide, the players’ roars were utterly chaotic—purely a mob of demons dancing in frenzy.

Di Nian Ebai, who had been responding to the Erosion Clan’s provocation, heard this and a look of helplessness crossed his Iron Face.

The players’ voices didn’t need translation—they were pure brain-dead behavior.

The Erosion Clan’s screeches carried mental intimidation; the Black Black Tide’s whispers and roars corroded willpower; but the players were just screaming loudly, utterly meaningless in their attempt to out-decibel each other.

“So noisy.”

Unable to bear it, Di Nian Ebai gathered the Black Black Tide into a single middle finger and raised it toward the player faction, showing contempt.

At that moment, a psychic pulse swept across the battlefield again.

The Erosion Clan launched its assault first, splitting into two torrents that surged toward the players and the Black Black Tide, officially opening the war.

The Black Black Tide followed, crashing against the earth and splitting into two paths to attack the player faction and the Erosion Clan.

The player army, already arranged in two battle formations, needed no adjustment. As the Star Net issued its command, they moved in two directions to meet the Erosion Clan’s horde and the Black Black Tide’s horde.

BOOM!

The earth trembled as six cataclysmic torrents collided on the battlefield.

The great battle was about to begin.

In the Erosion Clan’s rear, the stinger insects shook their bodies, and instantly countless black steel needles shot skyward, raining densely toward the Black Black Tide and the player faction.

Countless golden bullet patterns streaked across the livestream; the sky was instantly covered by a connected shield of light.

The steel needles struck the light shields like raindrops hitting a Firefly Lake, creating countless expanding rings of ripples.

The bullet patterns streaked again; elemental orbs rose from the ground.

Support-stream players instantly retracted their shields, and the sky blazed with dazzling multicolored light.

Among the Erosion Clan’s forces, the winged beetles ascended, converging midair to form a skyward barrier of hardened carapaces, blocking the bombardment of elemental meteors.

On the other side, Di Nian Ebai gazed at the dense elemental assault and the stinger needles falling like rain; black mist waves sliced through the air.

Facing the Erosion Clan, the Black Black Tide directly engulfed the steel needles and devoured them.

The rule-based elemental energy released by the player faction could not be devoured, so it instead generated Cataclysm-class troops—“Gao Wei”—to directly absorb the damage.

In a flash of thought, the Cataclysm-class troop “Po Mie Zhe” rapidly formed.

Thunderstorms brewed overhead; Di Nian Ebai’s lips curled upward, his eyes filled with intense battle lust.

Along the main frontline, the three front-line warriors collided and pressed inward, forming a chaotic three-way melee at the center.

The battlefield resembled a boiling cauldron—flesh and blood intertwined with elements, energy clashed with acid, screams and explosions deafened the ears.

Yet amid this chaos, three unusually calm command nodes existed.

The Star Net center.

Holographic projection screens flickered in the air.

Every player’s movement, every attack trajectory, and even the movements of the Erosion Clan and Black Black Tide forces in the livestream were precisely captured and converted into data streams, flowing into the central processor.

Every second generated new simulations.

Through the stream of consciousness data, every command was delivered with surgical precision, slicing through the lines of the Erosion Clan and the Black Black Tide.

Di Nian Ebai’s will enveloped the battlefield; the Evil Eye’s perception extended like tentacles.

It gathered every piece of battlefield information, perceived every change, needing no ears to hear every heartbeat echoing across the battlefield.

The enhanced Evil Eye brought every detail of the battlefield under control.

The Erosion Clan’s brain network blanketed the entire battlefield; every Erosion warrior was its sensor, every fungal carpet its tendril.

Without thought, it instantly calculated the optimal attack routes.

It was the most Jizhi evil among the Three Cataclysms—its decisions carried zero delay or emotional hesitation; it would decisively sacrifice individuals for overall victory.

The will to kill swept across the battlefield, Ningju the Erosion horde into a single wave of destruction, attempting to shred every obstacle in its path.

The wills of the three commanders intertwined on the battlefield, like three invisible torrents of consciousness colliding.

Each could extract useful information from the chaos and convert it into action.

The Star Net used data to predict the movements of the other two Cataclysm-level forces.

Di Nian Ebai, through perception and strategy databases, sought openings to exploit.

The Erosion Clan’s brain coordinated its horde’s actions, attempting to escalate the battle’s intensity.

The battlefield’s situation shifted by the second; players in the united warband had completely lost track of the situation and followed the Star Net’s orders blindly.

Throughout, the three commanders remained utterly calm.

Like an invisible game of chess, all three were grandmasters.

Every move was meticulously calculated; every clash concealed lethal intent.

The Star Net, the Brain, and Di Nian Ebai—though different lifeforms—

shared one identical trait.

Their thinking rivaled supercomputers in precision, capable of analyzing and integrating massive data streams in an instant.

They saw order in chaos, rhythm in disorder, constantly striving to seize the initiative of war.

This level of contest had surpassed the comprehension of ordinary beings.

Viewing the battlefield as an ever-expanding stream of information, all three commanders extracted critical data from the torrent.

Even a single, unintentional step taken by a lone warrior on one side became a minute data point in the Boyi , potentially accumulating into a decisive advantage.

At this moment, a consciousness quietly descended upon the Emperor Tomb Mountain Range.

It was the Lord of Bliss, arrived to investigate regional intelligence.

Not long ago, a promising player squad sent to the Emperor Tomb Mountain Range had been wiped out.

Realizing the intelligence was flawed, he chose to descend now.

But upon seeing the horrific war scene of the Emperor Tomb Mountain Range, the Lord of Bliss, seated on the teleportation array, froze in stunned silence.

“My Lord, what’s wrong?”

Noticing the Lord of Bliss’s emotional upheaval, the nearby Xie Yu asked curiously.

“Gods fighting.”

The Lord of Bliss recognized all three factions.

Two of them were, in his eyes, peak-level forces destined to rise to the world stage—the two mountains he would someday have to climb.

But… what the hell was this player faction?

Though the combat Erosion Clan and the terrifying Black Black Tide’s strength wasn’t high—merely a drop in their vast war machines—

But these were the Erosion Clan and the Black Black Tide!

How the hell could the player faction?!

Yet after initial observation, the Lord of Bliss’s expression became extraordinarily complex.

He realized that Di Nian Ebai’s evil spirit command and the Erosion Clan’s brain both treated the player faction as an equal force capable of standing against them—each player action was met with a direct response.

Most unbelievable of all, the performance of the participating player faction members completely overturned his understanding.

His initial impression of the player faction came from a palace node, where an accidental player had endlessly destroyed the palace, forcing him to shut down that spatial node.

But his deeper understanding came from the Frostwind Snowfield region.

The player faction had feebly brawled with his experimental army—pathetic to the extreme—but here in the Emperor Tomb Mountain Range, they displayed a war pressure he’d never seen before.

In controlling the war’s rhythm, they matched even the evil spirit warriors with supreme auxiliary support and the Erosion Clan’s brain with its neural network.

The more he watched, the more stunned the Lord of Bliss became.

This wasn’t the player faction he knew—it was terrifyingly powerful.

If this player faction were deployed to the Frostwind Snowfield, his imitation Bliss Purple Black Tide and Bliss Erosion Black Tide wouldn’t even have the Zige to fight—they’d be annihilated in short order.

After all, the players were facing the real, genuine Two Cataclysms.

This made him realize the player faction was far more complex than he’d imagined.

Thinking back, it made sense.

A race with the trait of fearless death never grows weak—otherwise, it would have been extinct long ago.

“My Lord, what’s really going on?” Xie Yu asked again.

“Shut up.”

Meanwhile, in the Emperor Tomb Mountain Range, the three-way battle grew faster and faster.

Erosion screeches, player roars, Black Black Tide roars.

This was the Emperor Tomb Mountain Range’s novice village.

In the players’ eyes, the battlefield with the highest current combat intensity.

Many new players participating in the “Legendary Rookie Village Campaign” for the first time were left speechless, the epic scale of the battle stirring their blood and planting seeds in their hearts to one day fight on the Rookie Village battlefield.

Amidst the thunderous roars, all three sides unleashed Jizhi oppression.

At the center of the main front lay the most fiercely contested region of the three-sided clash.

Tank-line players and close-combat players surged forward like an unyielding steel Black Tide, each muscle taut beneath their armored gear, swelling with power as they advanced.

A burly warrior gripped a golden battle axe in both hands, leaping high into the air, his muscles tightening instantly like a bow drawn to its full extent.

The battle axe, wreathed in golden qi and howling winds, descended with the weight of a collapsing mountain, Pixiang a charging insectoid warrior.

The insectoid warrior’s body was sheathed in hardened chitin, resembling a mobile armored vehicle, as it fearlessly swung its thick forelimbs to meet the blow.

At the moment of impact, dazzling sparks erupted, and the colossal force hurled both combatants backward.

Veins bulged on the close-combat player’s muscles; the insectoid warrior let out a muffled roar, its feet crushing deep fissures into the ground.

The two figures collided again, engaging in an Jizhi clash of raw power.

From the Black Black Tide’s flank, a five-meter-tall Catastrophe-class unit clashed fist-to-fist with a player in Stone Golem form.

The Stone Golem player continuously absorbed power, the progress bar of their Soul Essence trait rapidly climbing.

When the accumulated power reached its limit, the Stone Golem player opened its mouth in a roar, slamming into the Catastrophe unit—the stored power detonated instantly, hurling the enemy over ten meters back and carving a furrow into the earth.

On the insectoid and Black Black Tide fronts.

The insectoid warrior Hu Gangya engaged in combat with the Black Black Tide’s Apocalypse-class unit, the Fang Demon.

The two locked in a brutal grapple, claws and fangs tearing through flesh and chitin.

Hu Gangya’s claws sank deep into the Fang Demon’s bone armor, while the Fang Demon’s fangs pierced through Hu Gangya’s chitin, driving deep into his flesh; green blood mingled with black bodily fluid, flowing freely.

The Fang Demon’s weapon glowed with radiant light, beginning to devour Hu Gangya’s flesh.

Hu Gangya rapidly collected the pheromonal data from the Fang Demon’s consumption; the central brain behind the lines began adapting subsequent units accordingly.

Under the commanders’ will, individual combat power from all three sides continuously clashed.

Zoom out from the local perspective to the grand battlefield.

The Black Moon hung high, its moonlight staining the entire battlefield a dark crimson.

The cracked earth, like the fangs of a monstrous beast, bore no trace of its original form.

In the direction of the battlefield, an endless horde of insectoid warriors enacted Jizhi slaughter art.

In the sky, countless Razor Flies formed death spirals, their wing-blades overlapping and spinning, shredding passing Black Black Tide evil spirits into fragments, then colliding with the aerial forces formed by the Celestial Feather players.

Behind the insectoid horde, tens of thousands of Steel-Spined Stinger Worms arched their carapaces; from the fissures along their backs, high-pressure acidic fluid erupted, exploding into emerald toxic clouds above the battlefield, then falling as sulfuric rain that corroded the Catastrophe-class units’ walls into honeycombed holes.

From the Black Black Tide’s direction, swirling black mist coalesced in the air into a sky-obscuring dark veil.

Evil spirit warriors continuously spawned, endlessly pouring into the central battlefield.

Three plague colossi, forged from bone, emerged in quick succession, spewing plague miasma that met the insectoid acid rain—both neutralized with a hissing sound.

The player army split into two torrents, each charging toward the Black Black Tide and the insectoid horde.

Just as the light-shield defense line was about to be torn apart, the Xushidaifa close-combat players unleashed Gang Qi, converging into a crimson ocean.

Rear-line players continuously activated the Blood Burn trait, granting status buffs to the advancing frontline troops.

Instantly, the close-combat players’ muscles swelled, like volcanoes on the verge of eruption, every fiber surging with power.

Veins bulged along their necks, blood boiling within their bodies.

Their collective heartbeats pounded like relentless war drums, their rapid rhythm momentarily drowning out the insectoid warriors’ piercing shrieks.

At the instant the light-shield wall shattered, the close-combat players charged forward.

The earth trembled violently beneath their feet, as if determined to shatter the entire battlefield.

The close-combat players surged like enraged Manniu , charging with unyielding momentum, transforming into two steel torrents that fearlessly crashed into the evil spirits and insectoid warriors.

Attempting to push both battle lines simultaneously.

Blood sprayed in the collision had not yet hit the ground before being vaporized into crimson mist by the players’ scorching bodies.

With the aid of Blood Burn and extreme speed, the close-combat players briefly pushed forward both enemy lines before collapsing from exhaustion.

But they had successfully stretched the front lines.

At this moment, the Star Net issued its command—the players abruptly turned and activated Star Shift on designated targets.

The Domain players entered the fray; their elemental domains expanded outward from them, unleashing instant elemental bombardments across all life within the area.

After this burst ended, the Tank-line players, now withdrawn to the second line, stepped forward again.

The brutality of the war escalated continuously—the sounds of muscle impacts, weapon clashes, and frenzied roars intertwined.

The central zone became a life Jiaorouji , with lives extinguished every second.

Warriors from all three sides feared neither death nor retreat, nor evasion.

They fought with every ounce of strength, engaging in high-intensity clashes.

The Lord of Bliss, observing from the shadows, was utterly stunned by this scene.

Having studied countless races, he knew the scale and intensity of this three-sided battle in the Emperor Tomb Mountain region were not exceptional—but each faction had pushed its own forces to their absolute limits.

He attempted to insert himself into one faction, following its command rhythm to simulate the battle.

But as time passed, his brain’s processing speed gradually fell behind.

It was the same no matter which side he chose.

He had once commanded over a hundred million of his own clan members in war, yet he could never achieve the level of battlefield detail perception displayed by these three factions.

To him, it felt as if each faction was calculating even the smallest movement of every individual warrior.

In his eyes, a war commander focused on macro-level decisions.

But the hidden commanders of these three factions, while managing the macro-strategy, were obsessively refining every minute detail, accumulating advantages through them.

Until those accumulated details from minutiae crushed the other two factions entirely.

It even gave him an illusion.

When one faction issued a single combat order, the other two commanders were already simulating countless possible extensions of that move, and had begun preemptive counter-planning.

The chaos was nonstop, high-energy.

Multiple tactical shifts occurred within seconds, with all three sides adjusting in real time.

Many orders took minutes to unfold—only then did the Lord of Bliss suddenly understand why that command had been issued minutes earlier.

This was no longer mere strength versus strength—it was a mental duel among the three commanders.

He had no doubt that any force of equal power placed on this battlefield would be instantly dissolved by these three terrifying factions.

This level of warfare was simply absurd.

None of the three sides were particularly strong—yet they were absurdly strong.

The participating Black Black Tide and combat insectoids were also suspicious.

He had observed Black Black Tide and insectoid command units of comparable strength before—they simply could not achieve this level of micro-command precision.

“Do these three factions have a mental illness? They’re playing like this over a minor regional war!”

At this moment, a semi-god-tier warrior hiding in an isolated space felt his pride crack gently.

(End of Chapter)