On the scorching, chaotic battlefield, a great sun was charging wildly, supported by the power of two elite squads, carving a massive corridor through the fray.
Within that corridor, every Ink Clan member perished.
The two squads of Seventh-Order cultivators following closely behind Yang Kai were killing until their hands went numb.
As the great sun surged forward, while countless Ink Clan members fell, many still managed to escape. These Ink Clan members instinctively launched a torrential counterattack toward the source of the great sun, battering Yang Kai's surrounding cosmic force until it churned ceaselessly. His skin split open, and golden blood spilled.
If these Ink Clan members were left unchecked, they would cause Yang Kai tremendous trouble. It wouldn't take long before his advance was halted.
Eliminating these Ink Clan members was precisely what the two elite squads needed to accomplish—only by doing so could Yang Kai's momentum be maintained.
The two elite squads behind Yang Kai had already killed countless enemies, to say nothing of Yang Kai himself charging at the forefront.
A single spear traversed ten million li, and the radiance of the great sun gradually dimmed.
By the time the brilliant light of the great sun completely vanished, the two elite squads who had been fighting bravely behind Yang Kai suddenly realized that the surroundings had become utterly empty.
They had charged clean through the entire battlefield, bursting into the void beyond its edge. Not far behind them lay the clash between tens of thousands of humans and several hundred thousand Ink Clan warriors.
The Seventh-Order Open Heaven cultivators moving about outside the warships were all nearly without injury.
Crossing a battlefield spanning tens of millions of li in such a short time, with enemies pressing in from every direction—it was no wonder how many attacks they had endured. Though they were all Seventh-Order Open Heaven cultivators of formidable strength, it was impossible for them to remain entirely unscathed.
Yet every one of them was brimming with fighting spirit.
Even as elite squads who had established resplendent merit in successive battles against the Ink Clan, they had never done something this insane.
With just two elite squads and Yang Kai's guidance alone, they had punched clean through an entire battlefield.
How utterly staggering.
A long-lost surge of hot blood rushed to their hearts, making them want to roar at the sky and charge back into the fight for one more round.
Yang Kai did not disappoint them.
The instant they burst out of the battlefield, he changed direction, facing the vast expanse of battle. With one arm he raised his spear, pointing toward that region of slaughter, and gave a low shout: "Take your pills! Again!"
After a brief pause, all the Seventh-Order cultivators understood Yang Kai's intention. None hesitated, immediately pulling out handfuls of spirit pills—some to restore power, some to heal wounds, some to boost strength—and stuffing them all into their mouths, chewing vigorously and swallowing them down in great gulps.
Even the Fifth and Sixth-Order Open Heaven cultivators manning the formations and Artifacts on the warships did the same.
Though it was their first meeting and first time working together, Yang Kai's ferocity had already been seared into their minds. This young man, now completely shrouded in golden blood, was like a beacon guiding them in the direction of slaughter. They needed no further thought—they simply had to follow closely, and they could sweep clean the demons ahead.
The cry of the Golden Crow rang out once more, and a dazzling great sun vaulted into the sky. Just as before, Yang Kai hoisted the great sun on his spear and roared: "Kill!"
He led the charge, hurtling toward the vast battlefield.
The two elite squads followed close behind.
The brilliant great sun surged across the battlefield for the second time!
One cup of tea later, the light of the great sun extinguished completely, and Yang Kai and the two elite squads had appeared on the opposite side of the battlefield.
Everyone looked utterly wretched, their bodies bathed in blood. Even the two warships bore some damage.
"Again!" Yang Kai spun around to face the battlefield once more, and the light of the great sun bloomed for the third time.
After another cup of tea—the fourth time.
Then the fifth time...
Each invocation of the Golden Crow's Solar Forge allowed Yang Kai to lead the two elite squads clean through the battlefield, from one side to the other.
By the sixth time, though the two warships still followed closely behind Yang Kai, the Seventh-Order Open Heaven cultivators moving outside the warships had dwindled by five or six.
This intensity of combat, this reckless method of fighting—this was not something every Seventh-Order cultivator could endure. Because such unbridled charges meant encountering fresh enemies at every single moment.
After several rounds, five or six Seventh-Order cultivators from the two squads had sustained severe injuries and had to retreat into the warships to heal.
The remaining Seventh-Order cultivators were faring no better. Though they had preemptively taken large quantities of spirit pills, every one of them had expended enormous energy. Those whose foundations were slightly weaker were already turning pale.
No one knew how many more times they could maintain this battlefield-piercing charge. Perhaps on one attempt, they would exhaust their strength halfway through, and the result would be their collective demise.
However, compared to themselves, the one suffering the greatest expenditure was Yang Kai, because what he manifested each time was a Divine Ability Manifestation.
This thing had tremendous power, but its consumption was no less formidable.
The Snow Wolf Captain and the Xuan Feng Captain also possessed their own Divine Ability Manifestations, but even as Seventh-Order cultivators, they could at most activate them five times consecutively before the power of their Small World would be depleted. For any High-Order Open Heaven cultivator, a Divine Ability Manifestation was essentially a killing trump card, not to be wielded lightly.