“Everyone, look! What’s going on with the Qilin Alliance? Why are so many people quitting?”
“Hahaha, when disaster strikes, everyone flies on their own.”
“So, doesn’t this mean the Qilin Alliance is doomed?”
“Idiot, the Redemption Alliance launched a sudden war. It’s obvious they prepared in advance to catch the other side off guard.”
“That’s right. As top Lords, the strength between both sides isn’t much different. If one side is fully prepared, isn’t victory inevitable?”
The Lords on World Chat were bored.
Now, the clash between the two strongest Lords had become their biggest spectacle.
On the other side, Qin Hang personally led the demons into battle this time, mobilizing all his alliance’s and his own forces, pouring everything out.
Plus, with intel from traitors, he refused to believe he could lose again.
Are there children who cry every day? Are there gamblers who lose every day?
Who do you think you are, the protagonist?
“Alliance Leader, Zhu Gang is dead.”
At that moment, a Lord stepped forward and quietly reported.
Qin Hang listened calmly, without much fluctuation in his heart.
Anyone who jumped out to incite members to leave the Qilin Alliance would inevitably become a target for all.
Of course, this was just part of his plan.
Now, with nearly half of the opposing alliance’s numbers cut, combined with public opinion, no one dared to join their alliance lightly anymore.
“Qilin isn’t here? Did he run away after learning the news in advance?”
He showed a hint of disdain.
He thought the other would be a strong opponent, but it turned out he was just a coward.
Before launching the attack, they’d already set off, departing from the nearest ally to the enemy, and it wouldn’t take long to reach the heart of the opposing alliance.
As the army pressed forward, they moved from a vast grassland into a sparsely vegetated forest.
“It’s just ahead. The environment matches Zhu Gang’s description of the opposing alliance.”
Outside the Qilin Alliance Hall at this moment, aside from the neatly lined up thousands of Human and Undead Race cavalry, only Qilin remained.
He stood before the army, gazing coldly ahead.
Because his avatar and main body were fully synchronized, belonging to the same entity, he’d already received a warning that the enemy had entered his territory.
The other side advanced with the full strength of their alliance, numbering at least ten thousand.
Yet, Qilin’s own troops numbered only a thousand.
To win such a lopsided battle, the power of the Undead was perfectly suited.
Fortunately, the Undead avatar hadn’t joined the fight, allowing him to transfer all of its power to himself.
Of course, as the main body, how could he be limited to using just one avatar’s power at a time?
This was his greatest trump card.
The power of the Undead allowed him to make up for his numerical disadvantage, while the dragons gave him overwhelming strength.
As for elves… forget it.
Soon, the enemy’s dark mass of troops emerged in his view—humanoid beings, inhuman monsters, and beasts, but mostly demons.
These demons made up nearly a tenth of the enemy’s forces—over a thousand.
At their head was a man in a green robe, exuding the aura of a cultivator.
Qilin instantly recognized him as Qin Hang.
As for the hundred Lords following behind him, they were nothing but sycophantic lackeys.
On an island with hundreds of thousands of Lords, it was no surprise there were such people.
“You’re alone? Where’s Qilin?”
Qin Hang waved his hand to signal the army to halt.
He wore a confident smile and showed no rush to attack.
“I heard Qilin’s a beauty. Hand her over for our Alliance Leader to have some fun.”
“Did they all run away? So cowardly.”
“Shut up,”
Qin Hang barked, silencing them.
If not for needing them, he wouldn’t be caught dead associating with such people.
“Qilin? Who knows. But I think I’m enough alone here.”
He sneered, showing not a hint of fear before the army of ten thousand.
“Damn, this old bastard is arrogant. You’d think he surrounded us.”
The Lords behind glared in annoyance.
They’d seen arrogance, but never to this degree.
“How about joining our alliance? Qilin is just…”
Qin Hang’s words were cut off.
“Enough talking. Kill!”
“Arrogant!”
Qin Hang’s face darkened.
“Refusing a toast only to drink a forfeit. Leave no one alive!”
The next second, the demons charged out with a horde of rabble, while the cavalry behind Qilin also launched a countercharge.
Troops crashed past each other in the chaos of battle.
Soon, only Qilin remained standing, gazing at Qin Hang and the other Lords in the distance, who also stood motionless.
Aside from the enemy’s blank expression, nearly every Lord bore a hint of joy or contempt.
Though the cavalry had a natural advantage, against such overwhelming numbers, they were powerless.
Spears pierced an enemy, but in the next moment, both soldier and horse were torn apart by demons.
Those unlucky enough didn’t even take down a single foe before falling.
Even the Undead knights fared little better.
The demons, having learned firsthand how terrifying they were, targeted them the instant they entered the battlefield.
The enemy outnumbered them ten to one—twenty to one for the Undead knights—and even had demons, also top-tier troops.
No matter how hard they fought, two fists couldn’t beat four hands.
In the end, they became little more than piles of bones.
This wasn’t a battle; it was a suicide charge.
The looks of disdain deepened on everyone’s faces.
Top-tier troops? This?
In their eyes, five hundred Undead knights were already plenty, representing all the enemy’s forces.
It was known that even with the full power of their alliance, they had only summoned just over a thousand demons.
Soon, all enemy troops were wiped out.
The demons and other troops surrounded Qilin tightly, awaiting Qin Hang’s final command.
“As the Alliance Leader, you hid in the end and let someone else fight your battle. Why?”
The demons parted to open a path, and Qin Hang stepped toward Qilin.
“I’ll give you one last chance. How about joining us?”
But at that moment, Qilin was still stunned.
Looking closely, he saw his own forces utterly destroyed, while the enemy had lost only a few hundred.
“So slow. Why not use the Dragon Egg sooner, of all times?”
“What?”
Qin Hang looked confused, unable to hear Qilin’s muttering.
“Finally ready.”
Qilin suddenly raised his head, a cold smile on his lips.
At this moment, his eyes had turned golden.