Chen Youyi shouted angrily, "Wu Chi, you shameless fraud! Pretending to be a mage while wielding halberds and crossbows—who are you fooling? Charge! He can't kill us all!"
"Tear him apart!"
Seeing their comrades fall in battle, many soldiers were consumed by bloodlust.
Suddenly, like a tidal wave crashing onto the shore, dense clusters of figures surged forward, surrounding the entire stronghold.
The 12 defensive towers and the thunderclouds could wipe out hundreds of enemies in seconds, but their capacity for mass destruction was limited.
Against an army of tens of thousands, hundreds of casualties were but a drop in the ocean.
After sacrificing 7,000 to 8,000 men, the massive army finally reached the city walls, their faces alight with excitement.
"Break down the walls!"
Someone roared as soldiers swung their weapons or unleashed skills.
In the blink of an eye, countless attacks battered the fences, steadily reducing their durability.
However, to their frustration and despair, the sturdy walls refused to crumble despite the relentless assault.
Awkwardly, the soldiers had no choice but to keep attacking.
One lord observed the situation and reacted immediately.
"This must be a special wall, with an extremely high durability cap!"
"Focus your attacks! Target a single section of the wall—360 degrees of concentrated firepower!"
The soldiers obeyed and began focusing their strikes on a specific portion of the wall.
This tactic was effective.
Soon, the wall entered a "damaged" state.
From atop the stone wall, Wu Chi had just obliterated a group of soldiers with his defensive towers. Seeing the lord's tactical adjustment, he sighed.
"Go!"
Turning his head, Wu Chi issued a calm command.
The Rui Shi Immortals nodded, leaping from the wall one after another!
Swoosh—!
Swords gleamed as streaks of energy slashed through the air.
The Rui Shi descended into the crowd, their attacks instantly cutting down dozens of enemies. Entire chains of soldiers were felled in a single sweep.
Holding Qin Swords in one hand and Qin Bows in the other, the Rui Shi Immortals unleashed a storm of violence.
"Pinnacle winds! Mighty gusts!"
Above the clouds, the teachers observed the melee with sighs of resignation.
"The fight's over."
"Yes, Wu Chi is strong, but facing so many lords? It's too much."
"Perhaps the headmaster had a deeper reason for arranging this trial."
The teachers lamented Wu Chi's predicament. With fewer lords, he might have achieved victory, a testament to his genius.
"Not necessarily."
Fairy Luo's voice, cold and steady, broke the silence.
The teachers turned to her in shock, then looked down at the battlefield—and their eyes widened in disbelief.
It was the sight of the Rui Shi leaping into action.
"Is he insane? One hundred against ten thousand?"
"More than ten thousand! The enemy still has 15,600 troops remaining!"
"He's sending 100 soldiers into battle—does he have a death wish? He's not a hero himself!"
"Delayed death is still death!"
The teachers struggled to comprehend the scene.
One teacher examined the situation closely and commented, "Those soldiers in black armor… they've formed an army formation! Look at that!"
"An army formation? Those soldiers?"
The sudden appearance of the formation left the teachers stunned, prompting them to focus intently.
"Pinnacle winds! Mighty gusts!"
The cold commands echoed across the battlefield.
In the next instant, waves of sword energy erupted, shredding the surrounding soldiers into fragments.
The dense enemy formations were torn apart as the Rui Shi army surged forward, engaging in a ruthless slaughter.
The sharp Qin Swords and soaring sword energy cut through everything.
The halberds thrust with deadly force, each strike and stab ensuring no survivor.
Even the black-armored knights, powerful warriors, were pierced clean through, while the low-level soldiers stood no chance.
One enraged lord sent his berserker hero to attack.
Roaring, the hero leapt into the fray with a massive steel axe, crossing dozens of meters to strike at the Rui Shi.
However, before the axe could land, a flying slash of sword energy shattered both hero and weapon into pieces.
Another hero, transformed into a giant over four meters tall and wielding a massive stone pillar, was crushed by a single punch from a Rui Shi. The residual force obliterated the giant's body.
A tree-spirit hero attempted to use its branches to bind a Rui Shi, but before it could act, the Rui Shi struck first. A black silhouette flashed, and the tree-spirit was reduced to fragments.
Heavy artillery shells rained down, but the Rui Shi ignored them, punching the projectiles out of the air. Advancing through the flames, they shattered the artillery into debris.
With fists, legs, halberds, Qin Swords, and Qin Bows, the Rui Shi Immortals became an unstoppable force.
Everything they wielded was a weapon, and they themselves were weapons.
The advancing army could not stop them—soldiers, heroes, and even lords were all struck down in seconds.
Ferocious. Ruthless. Terrifying.
The Rui Shi's attacks starkly contrasted with the enemy forces, like the difference between ants and elephants, or steel against paper.
They crushed everything in their path.
"No! This is impossible!"
"What are these soldiers? Why can't even heroes stop them?"
"My skeleton warriors… shattered!"
"Monsters! His soldiers are all monsters!"
Even though the lords knew they wouldn't truly die in the trial, fear overcame many of them.
Some soldiers, unable to endure the carnage, broke ranks and fled in terror, disregarding orders or objectives.
The battlefield descended into chaos.
For the Rui Shi Immortals, this disorder only made their task easier. They moved effortlessly through the army, slaughtering as though harvesting grain.
Wherever they went, they left devastation in their wake.
Even the mounted knights, once symbols of invincibility, were hunted down.
In a matter of moments, the tide of battle had completely turned.
What had been a one-sided siege became a massacre.
Victory had seemed assured for the invading lords—break the walls, destroy the towers, and Wu Chi would lose.
But in the blink of an eye, 100 Rui Shi descended onto the battlefield.
One hundred against ten thousand.
Everywhere they went, the enemy troops disappeared, dissolving into clouds of mist.