Chapter 287: A Million Streams of Light Slash Open the Reversal (Begging for Monthly Tickets)

The Giant Domain battlefield.

The once-golden sea of sand had now become a graveyard of murky, viscous filth, thoroughly polluted by the fires of war.

Crimson, ghostly green, pitch-black, and gold — four-colored energies, like poisonous oil paints, corroded one another within this liquid domain, yet none could fully dissolve the rest.

The giant beasts' fresh blood congealed into a golden oil film that floated on the surface; the corrupting matter released by the Black Tide plague-type units settled to the bottom like asphalt; the Zerg's acid boiled and churned in the middle layer, forming countless bubbles that constantly burst.

The wreckage of war drifted slowly, sinking and rising within this polluted golden sea of sand.

Far from the core battlefield, the skeleton of a gilded giant whale drifted like a rotting ghost ship, half-submerged in the liquid domain; shards of shed Zerg carapace were wedged between its ribs, bobbing with the shockwaves rolling in from the battlefield.

The ultimate victor of this battle had already shifted from confusion to clarity before this moment.

The Earth-Nian evil spirit, possessing the strongest battlefield support capability, had won an absolute advantage with the assistance of the five great Evil Eyes.

If no accident occurred, the Black Tide under its control would be the final victor of this war.

To win ownership of the Giant Domain's rules.

But at this moment, the situation reversed.

The players who had originally been the weakest side, whose battle lines had already collapsed, were refilled amid the dense flashing of Bai Guang.

A million players used "Positioning Teleport Scrolls" to instantly switch from the Imperial Tomb Mountain Range battlefield to the Giant Domain battlefield.

This was the reversal moment in Star Net's eyes.

It knew clearly that, relying solely on the clashes within the Giant Domain battlefield, the players' hope of victory was slim.

To win, one had to create an advantage through other channels.

After precise calculations, it began laying out its scheme in secret.

Proactively ceding resources in the early phase, assisting the Black Tide in taking down the Divine Tiger, fighting for the Giant Beast Legion, opening a new battlefield at the Imperial Tomb Mountain Range… a series of actions all served to buy more time.

The vice war-leader of the Divine Hall Guild, "Right Hand," was a key link in this plan.

As the intensity of the main battlefield kept escalating, as a million players pressured the Xie Yan Gao Ta on another battlefield, the Earth-Nian evil spirit in Star Net's eyes had no choice.

To keep the Gao Ta safe, it had to channel more Black Tide energy for defense.

And from the Earth-Nian evil spirit's perspective, it, which always held the advantage, could not possibly lose.

It saw through Star Net's scheme and chose the optimal Xie Fa to break the deadlock.

It controlled the Black Tide to launch a frenzied offensive on the Giant Domain battlefield, while the Imperial Tomb Mountain Range battlefield switched to a turtle-shell defensive mode.

Using the fewest resources to pin down the player clans and Zerg on the Imperial Tomb Mountain Range battlefield, while expending the most resources on the Giant Domain battlefield to accelerate the war's progress.

But as the players turned their guns and became a war-assist force for the Giant Beast Legion, the war's rhythm still fell into a stage that was hard to advance in the short term.

But the Earth-Nian evil spirit did not believe it would lose.

During this period, the war pressure on the Imperial Tomb Mountain Range kept mounting; it could only keep drawing off Black Tide energy to reinforce the Imperial Tomb Mountain Range battlefield.

But the player clans and Zerg in its eyes were in even worse shape.

As the figures of player and Zerg warriors kept dwindling, victory and defeat were about to be decided.

And Star Net, at this moment, revealed the fatal fangs it had always kept hidden in the dark.

It understood that the Earth-Nian Overlord did not know of the existence of "Positioning Teleport."

In the intelligence archive recorded by the Earth-Nian evil spirit, the spatial-type abilities used by players on the battlefield were mainly the line-of-sight-focused swap teleport — that is, the ability of the Painful Painful Minghun's trait.

The second ability was the sudden escape when the Divine King was imprisoned by the Earth-Nian Overlord.

This escape used precisely Positioning Teleport.

But regarding this teleport, the Earth-Nian Overlord could not gather any useful information; it did not know this teleport required being conducted through positioning, nor did it understand what the principle of the teleport actually was.

On this old opponent, the same trick could not be used twice.

But as long as it worked once, it was enough to tip the balance of the critical battlefield.

The moment of reversing the wind and turning the tables began here.

The core zone of the Giant Domain field.

The surviving players, whose expressions had originally been dejected and who no longer believed their side could win, raised their heads.

They saw a million streams of light pierce the battlefield's gloom, carrying excited roars as they descended across space.

The silver radiance bursting from the Positioning Teleport Scrolls became blades that cut through despair, forcibly filling the broken battle line formed by the routed players.

Star Net, which had always directed from behind the scenes, dropped the piece that reversed the tide.

A million players descended like divine soldiers, swiftly building an iron Great Wall amid the Earth-Nian evil spirit's expression of disbelief.

At this moment, the declining momentum surged back with a roar; shouts and howls tore open the curtain of a new charge.

The victory spark on the verge of being extinguished reignited with a prairie-fire momentum on the scorched earth of the Giant Domain.

In the Earth-Nian evil spirit's eyes, the war scales that had already tipped in its favor were smashed to pieces by a million beams of white light!

The Divine King's roar immediately followed, ringing out in the war-group channel:

"Brothers, pour every potion on yourselves — clean sweep!"

The Divine King's roar exploded like Lei Ting; one player after another pulled glazed bottles from their spatial packs.

Amber, crimson, pale blue… the medicinal liquids, once swallowed, slid down the throat and became burning flames roaming within the body, galloping and roaring through the blood vessels.

In an instant, surging power sprouted and spread within the body; azure elemental halos burst forth in the pupils; emerald ripples of vitality spread out from the heart; the entire legion was infused with potion power.

From a high-altitude overhead view, the battlefield exploded into a patch of dazzling aurora.

The front-line tanks burst with crimson blood-light all over; their muscles swelled, and every step they took left lava-like footprints on the sand sea.

Assassin players were wrapped in ghostly-blue electric arcs; when they moved, they trailed afterimages, their speed greatly increased.

The pupils of the magic-class professions turned into pure energy crystals; their perception of elements, and the spiritual power in their Sea of Consciousness, surged rapidly.

The potions' effects were stacking crazily.

Berserker Blood Potion, Overload Potion, Resonance Potion, Hurricane Potion… the player legion was like a ignited powder magazine, every single person erupting with energy storms of different attributes.

"Crush them!" The Divine King, with irrepressible excitement, let out another roar.

At the cost of exhausting its life, a wild, reckless outburst began!

A million streams of differently colored energy converged into a destruction flood capable of drowning the battlefield.

Roars echoed through the domain, launching a new wave of coordinated charges.

Facing a million players in their full glory, Di Nian Xie Ling sought to manipulate the Hei Chao Xie Sui to spark a rebellion, yet now realized the situation had completely slipped from its control.

The war on Di Zhong Mountain Range continued even after the players vanished.

Under the Master Brain's control, the insectoid race, now deprived of player targets, turned entirely against the Hei Chao Xie Sui it commanded.

It could never abandon Gao Ta and transfer all its forces back to the Giantized Domain battlefield.

Facing the endless assault of insectoids from Phantom Swamp, it needed time to lay its plans and gradually shift its strength.

But… the player race clearly would not grant it time to prepare.

The battlefield flood formed by a million players instantly became a meat grinder; the thunderous clash of flesh and elements reversed the golden sandy sea.

Frontline warriors advanced fearlessly, their blood heat waves shattering insectoid carapaces; rear-line spellcasters raised their hands, and the sky above was drowned in brilliant elemental hues, crashing down as a torrent that carved smoking, charred trenches through the Hei Chao Xie Sui.

With every inch the player line advanced, limbs flew, blood mists evaporated, and countless insectoids and Xie Sui were ground to dust by the flood.

The instantaneous explosion of power from the player race was something it could not stop.

The battle cries shook the already crumbling domain, causing it to fracture.

One player smashed the Insect King's giant pincers with a punch; another leapt into the air atop a companion's shoulders to shatter Xie Sui… Wherever the flood passed, the golden sandy sea churned into whirlpools.

The players' expressions reflected in Di Nian Xie Ling's eyes.

Excitement, joy, exhilaration… they roared as they crushed every obstacle before them, like a furious tidal wave determined to devour all enemies whole.

At this moment, Di Nian Xie Ling stood frozen in place.

It seemed to see the shadow-dwelling mysterious commander of the player race revealing a blurred silhouette, placing a move that reversed the tide on the four-cornered battlefield chessboard, then looking up with a smile:

"Checkmate!"

The instant its fingertip tapped the board, the white piece dissolved into a million light blades, severing its meticulously woven battle strategy.

It knew it had lost.

The joy it had felt for impending victory shattered instantly.

Watching the collapsing situation, resentment boiled like molten lava, scorching every strand of its pride, yet it could no longer gather strength for counterattack.

Those player members who had just moments ago been fighting desperately, whom it had dismissed as broken remnants, had now transformed into a blazing firestorm that burned all its efforts to ash.

Di Nian Xie Ling's form still hovered above the Gao Ta platform, its heart filled with the bitterness of defeat, followed by bone-deep exhaustion, the despair of exhausting every scheme only to be crushed.

Once again, it had lost to the player race's mysterious commander.

Every time, it was like this.

Always, just before victory seemed certain, the opponent played a move that reversed the tide, dismantling its entire strategy in different ways.

The five demonic eyes hovering behind it slowly extinguished their light.

The five-in-one enhancement mode was lifted.

Di Nian Xie Ling hovered above Gao Ta, gazing at the battlefield in its perception view: the million players' blazing radiance pierced its pupils like daggers, shattering the illusion of victory it had nearly touched.

Its fingers dug into its palm; black blood dripped between its fingers, corroding hissing pits into the platform.

The black mist swirling around Gao Ta churned with Di Nian Xie Ling's emotions, yet could no longer raise waves of destruction.

It longed to roar, to tear apart everything before it, but an unprecedented fatigue rendered it motionless.

Again, like this.

Countless images flashed through its mind.

It remembered the agony of being burned by lava during the Abyss Trial, the humiliation of its first clash with the player race's mysterious commander… and countless nights spent alone, replaying battles after defeat.

It had worked tirelessly to improve, turning failure into nourishment, refining itself into the perfect war-command machine.

But why did that commander hiding in the shadows always move one step ahead?

Why, every time it thought it had seen through the battle, did the opponent reveal a new trump card?

Why, despite pouring out everything, could it not even force the opponent to reveal its true form?

Black cracks spread beneath its feet, mirroring its shattered pride.

Gao Ta, the tower whose power had terrified all races of the Monster World and served as the source of Hei Chao, now dimmed with Di Nian Xie Ling's emotions, like charcoal about to burn out.

"Hah."

It suddenly laughed.

The laugh was hoarse and dry.

Again, defeated.

Not defeated by strength, not by luck, but by that ever-predictable bastard, by that battlefield monster who wouldn't even deign to show its face.

On the Giantized Domain battlefield, the Hei Chao began to recede; the Xie Sui emitted piercing, mournful wails.

In its perception view, Di Nian Xie Ling cast one final glance at the Giantized Domain battlefield: the players surged forward like a breaking dam, the insectoids retreated step by step, and its own shattered ambitions lay in ruins.

At this moment, the Four Xie Ling felt the same bone-deep despair as Di Nian Xie Ling.

Before this, through Di Nian's shared information, they had known the player race, like their own Hei Chao, was merely a node within a vast system, with even greater war forces behind it.

Among them was that mysterious commander who rarely acted, yet every time he did, Di Nian could never resist.

But understanding, and experiencing firsthand, were entirely different.

From the Four Xie Ling's perspective, Di Nian had held absolute dominance throughout the war—until the final moment, when the mysterious commander revealed his trump card, reversing everything, turning all effort to dust.

The seemingly inevitable victory, suddenly overturned, brought an unbearable wave of despair.

Like falling instantly from a mountain peak into a valley.

They understood Di Nian's feelings now, for they had all experienced similar emotional swings.

They had thrilled at Di Nian's brilliant performance, rejoiced at the approaching victory… only to be crushed by the despair of defeat.

The battlefield was a go board, the four corners its pieces; in an instant, the shadowy figure raised its gaze and placed a stone, and the absolute advantage that Boss Di Nian had painstakingly built collapsed with a roar.

All efforts expended in suppressing the giant beast legions became stepping stones for the Player Clan to claim the Rule Imprint.

The so-called overwhelming victory was merely an illusion the mysterious commander wanted them to see.

The true game had, from start to finish, been held in the hands of that hidden shadow.

Defeated.

The Four Evil Spirits felt bitter inside, yet accepted their loss with genuine respect.

Gazing at the figure hovering before them, the Blood-Striped Evil Spirit broke the silence first, its bony throat squeezing out a hoarse laugh:

"Boss Di Nian, losing to the mysterious commander isn't shameful—we're still young, while that mysterious commander might be an ancient who's lived for eons. We'll win it back next time."

At that moment, the Rot Heart Evil Spirit chimed in with a teasing tone:

"You won't suffer the same defeat twice—every loss builds strength. I don't believe that mysterious commander has endless tricks left. This defeat is just a lesson. At least we gained plenty of resources devouring the giant beast legions—no loss."

The eldest Iron Spine Evil Spirit drifted slowly to Di Nian's side and patted its shoulder:

"Boss Di Nian, you're a warrior forged in the Abyss Trials—surely you won't be crushed by one setback?"

In response to the question, Di Nian Evil Spirit said nothing.

Flashing through its mind were replayed battle scenes; the despair within was being swallowed by rising fury.

To reach this point, it had paid too many bitter costs.

This defeat does not mean the final outcome—it still has chances to place more stones. The war with the mysterious commander will continue, and it will prove with strength that it can win.

"Crushed?" Di Nian Evil Spirit finally spoke, voice laced with cold mockery:

"No matter how strong that coward hiding in the shadows may be, at least I still live. And as long as I keep living, it must prepare itself to be defeated by me. Next time, I'll let it witness my transformation."

As the words fell, the black mist around Di Nian Evil Spirit transformed into countless grotesque tentacles, writhing wildly in the air as if venting the terrifying power about to erupt.

"Boss Di Nian, we will witness that day arrive," Gui Ya said solemnly, nodding.

At that moment, the hearts of the Five Evil Spirits all ignited with a hunger for growth.

In the vast battlefield of the Monster World, with its billions of races, in unexplored territories beyond their reach, perhaps even more elusive and terrifying enemies lurked.

Those ancient clans that had endured since the Beneath Di Zhao era… those terrifying forces that crossed dimensional boundaries… On this battlefield where billions of races fought to ascend, the future would be thrilling.

Temporary defeat does not mean an end—it is a new beginning. Failure is the whetstone for one's own growth.

Feelings of defeat and excitement clashed fiercely within their consciousness.

Only now did the Four Evil Spirits realize that war was not merely the slaughter of ants—it was also the brilliant contest on the edge of victory and defeat against an equally matched opponent.

They yearned to grow stronger, to continue clashing with the shadowy strategist behind the scenes on future battlefields, and to witness the peak powers hidden in the dark.

After witnessing the mysterious commander's miraculous reversal, their hearts felt as if plunged into blazing fire, erupting in a boiling fervor.

The conquest instinct carved into their bloodlines was fully awakened.

Within their evil bodies forged from destruction and slaughter, the dormant wildness broke free from its chains—forged in despair and refusal to yield, it became a wildfire eager to tear apart all shackles.

The Four Evil Spirits gazed far off at the gradually dimming Giantization Domain battlefield, then fixed their eyes on the hovering Di Nian Evil Spirit.

Their own war had only just begun.

…

On the other side, the Player's moment of jubilation arrived.

Unlike the complex emotions of the Tyrant Alliance, the Players' feelings were the exact opposite.

All Players had believed this battle was beyond salvation; the giant beast faction's final song was an unchangeable fate.

At the moment the tide turned, their emotions plummeted to the abyss, then soared straight to the heavens.

Grief was swept away by even stronger joy.

They rallied into armies, swallowed elixirs, and launched their final massacre.

They advanced like a breaking bamboo, reaching the twelve divine pillars at the center of the Giantization Domain. Along the way, the black tides, insect swarms, and giant beast warriors could no longer halt their steps—they were all crushed.

Victory was within reach.

The regional voice channel had already exploded:

"So satisfying! So damn satisfying! I really wanted to see Boss Di Nian's face when he got humiliated—we actually pulled off a comeback! Emotions exploded!"

"Hahaha! When the God-King launched his donation drive, I donated 5000 Shou Shou Jili—totally worth it! It made me ecstatic!"

"Incredible! A comeback from utter despair—what kind of script is this? Player #1 is insane!"

"One minute ago I was about to cry—my guild brothers were all dead, and I knew I wouldn't last long. I thought defeat was certain. Then the next second, you all came back. I couldn't hold it—I burst into tears. These are tears of joy."

…

The regional channel was flooded with Players' cheers.

All Players were elated; they knew this was another battle etched into the annals of glory.

And they, all of them, were participants and witnesses to this battle.

As the great war ended, a stealth-assassin Player stepped forward first toward the Rule Imprint, its surface swirling with golden light, and reached out to touch it.

The next second, a challenger notification rang out in every Player's mind:

【Challenger Notification (All Channels): Congratulations to the battle group "Tyrant's Bane," assembled by Player 'God-King,' for successfully claiming the Rule: Giantization (new feature to be unlocked).】

The fervent cheers ignited the entire scene.

(End of Chapter)