Chapter 104 - 99: Intense!

Chapter 104: Chapter 99: Intense!

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"Following this trend, there should be no suspense in this war; the Ten Thousand Races Cultivators are bound to win," the Fat Monk said excitedly.

He had been somewhat worried initially, but seeing the terrifying performance of the Ten Thousand Races Alliance, a weight was finally lifted from his chest. His expression slowly calmed, and his tense nerves began to relax.

Hearing this, Su Tan’s face showed no excitement. Instead, a hint of faint worry appeared. After a moment, he gently shook his head.

"No! They can’t win," he said calmly.

"Hmm? They can’t win?" Hearing this, the Monk’s eyes widened. Staring intently at Su Tan, he asked in confusion, "Why? The Ten Thousand Races Cultivators are fighting so fiercely, acting like daredevils from the very beginning. They’ve been suppressing the Yin Demons, beating them into a steady retreat! Besides, the Ten Thousand Races have soaring momentum right now. No matter how you look at it, they won’t lose!"

"Their first surge of energy is unstoppable; their second weakens, and their third is exhausted," Su Tan said, his tone perfectly calm. "The reason the Ten Thousand Races Alliance achieved such results lies in their element of surprise, and because they seized the initiative. They used fierce and courageous tactics to inflict heavy casualties on the Yin Demons. The Yin Demons simply haven’t reacted yet and suffered a temporary loss. Once they recover, the Ten Thousand Races Alliance won’t have it so easy!

"They are Yin Demons—cruel, warlike, and possessing formidable cultivation. They are a regular army, well-trained. But what about the Ten Thousand Races Alliance? They are just a motley crew without unified command or mutual coordination. Aside from their own small squad members, they are basically fighting independently," Su Tan analyzed calmly.

"Army battles are different from street brawls. If a thousand cultivators fight one-on-one, they might individually defeat a thousand Yin Demons. But if a thousand cultivators fight a thousand Yin Demons simultaneously, the cultivators will undoubtedly lose!" Su Tan continued.

"What is an army? Individual combat ability doesn’t need to be overwhelmingly strong, but coordinated combat creates a terrifying, mountain-flipping and sea-sweeping force. The cohesion of an army—the coordinated combat of the Yin Demon Army—is absolutely incomparable to that of the Ten Thousand Races Cultivators.

"Right now, it’s true that the Ten Thousand Races Cultivators have soaring momentum and are beating the Yin Demons into a steady retreat. But once the Yin Demons react, form their Arrays, and move out together, the cultivators will be completely outmatched! Setting aside tactics, just look at the numbers. The number of Yin Demons is twice that of the Ten Thousand Races Cultivators. Tell me, how can they win? What will they win with?"

Hearing Su Tan’s analysis, the Monk thought about it... It seemed that was indeed the case.

"Then what should we do?" His heart ran cold, and his face darkened like a thundercloud. They couldn’t win? Then what?

However, he soon stopped panicking. He noticed that Su Tan remained utterly composed, showing no signs of being flustered. Rolling his eyes thoughtfully, the Fat Monk’s gloomy expression gradually relaxed.

"Looking at you, you seem extremely confident. Have you already thought of a countermeasure?" the Fat Monk asked.

"Currently, two problems lie before us. First, the number of cultivators—the Yin Demon Army is double the size of the Ten Thousand Races Cultivators. Second, the Yin Demons’ combat effectiveness and army coordination are stronger than ours. These two factors are the keys to victory or defeat in this war," Su Tan said.

"There’s actually no need to worry about the numbers of the Ten Thousand Races. They can resurrect endlessly," the Monk pointed out. "Besides, for this war, we expended a lot of extra energy to help the players condense their Spirit Bodies faster and reduce their resurrection time. Right now, the Yin Demons and the players from the Ten Thousand Races are evenly matched. If we drag this out a bit longer, the cultivators who died earlier should all be resurrecting!"

"It’s not enough. Right now, they are evenly matched, but once the Ten Thousand Races’ hot-blooded fervor dies down, the Yin Demons will counterattack, perhaps even crushing the player teams of the Ten Thousand Races like dry weeds and rotten wood. Therefore... we must be prepared to bleed heavily again. If things go wrong, we immediately give the players the fastest resurrection time possible. Even if it costs a massive amount of energy... we have to go all out!" Su Tan clenched his fists. In all things, they had to prepare for the worst.

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Marching Battlefield!

It was exactly as Su Tan had predicted, without the slightest deviation. After exhausting forty to fifty thousand Yin Demons, the Ten Thousand Races’ offense grew sluggish. Because of their life-for-a-life fighting style, the number of players from the Ten Thousand Races was sharply decreasing. Naturally, their attacks lacked the intensity they had at the beginning.

"ROAR, ROAR, ROAR..."

The Yin Demon Army finally caught their breath. Seizing the opportunity, they began to counterattack.

"Warriors of the Holy Race! No matter how arrogant the members of the Ten Thousand Races are, they are nothing but pitiful clowns. Look... they are already so tired their legs are weak, unable to even hold their weapons steady. Now is the time to show them our true colors! Form offensive Arrays! Switch from defense to offense! Push them back and crush these Ten Thousand Races clowns to pieces!"

The voice of the General of the Yin Demons was like thunder, rolling and echoing amidst the dark clouds. Every single word of his voice struck like a war drum, stimulating the Yin Demon Army.

"ROAR, ROAR, ROAR..."

Their eyes burned like torches, and their killing intent boiled. Like wild beasts, they roared at the Ten Thousand Races Cultivators. They had been suppressed for too long, and now that anger erupted completely. Their combat strength rose by several levels.

"KILL! KILL! KILL!"

A chilling aura of slaughter pierced through the heavens.

"RUMBLE~"

The Yin Demons adjusted their formations, their steps uniform and synchronized as they trampled over dry bones. The current Yin Demon Army was different from before. They were like a solid, impenetrable iron plate. Their phalanxes resembled bulldozers, relentlessly pushing forward.

The coordinated combat power of the army began to manifest. It was as if the cultivators were being completely swept away, crushed beneath the gears of these "bulldozers."

The situation reversed. A complete reversal.

Even though the Ten Thousand Races Cultivators fought to the death, fiercely killing some of the Yin Demons at the front, the Yin Demon formation remained unchanged. The gaps left behind were instantly filled by soldiers from the rear. They smashed through like splitting bamboo, crushing their foes like dry weeds and rotten wood, beating the Ten Thousand Races into a devastating retreat. It took a mere twenty minutes for the Ten Thousand Races to fall from their dominating advantage to bitterly struggling to survive.

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"They really... they really... The Yin Demons really reacted, formed their Arrays, and attacked. The Ten Thousand Races Cultivators... they can’t hold on!!!" The Monk was dumbfounded. "It’s exactly as you said!"

The Monk looked at Su Tan in horror. This guy was too divine! He had predicted everything perfectly. The Monk had originally harbored some wishful thinking, hoping that Su Tan’s prediction might be wrong, that the Ten Thousand Races Cultivators might just accidentally crush the Yin Demon Army entirely in their first surge. But now, he no longer held any such illusions.

"What do we do now?"

"How much energy has the manager collected?" Su Tan did not rush to answer the Monk’s question.

"Let me check!" The Monk hurriedly opened the Energy Storage Magical Artifact. "975,194,698 points," he replied. "During this battle, we collected about seven or eight hundred million."

"Nine hundred million... approaching one billion..." Su Tan thought for a moment. The more tense the situation became, the calmer Su Tan would be. It had always been this way. "Just a bit short... but it’s enough to use.

"Here’s the plan. Release a message saying that, for a better gaming experience, we’re giving players a bonus. The resurrection cooldown time will be greatly reduced... It will only require spending a tiny fraction of a Spirit Stone or Spiritual Power, limited to three times per person," Su Tan said. "Let’s risk it all!"

"Okay, I’ll do it immediately!" The Monk followed the instructions.

"There’s one more thing. Since the Ten Thousand Races Alliance is retreating steadily, their morale will definitely be greatly diminished when they return. Their fighting style might not be as fierce as before. So... we have to do something to boost their morale. Otherwise, even if they return to the battlefield, they’ll just be throwing their lives away," Su Tan pondered for a moment before speaking.

"How do we boost it?"