After the first Attawa warrior’s self-detonation, several more followed suit in the same fashion. The suicidal detonation would impact the domain of death, opening up the path for the warriors behind.

Not every Attawa soldier had a crystal within their body. Only those who were evidently stronger than the average would possess one, and only they could self-detonate. These strong soldiers would charge at the front and commit suicide when they could no longer make any progress, making room for their comrades.

Wave after wave of self-detonation moved Progia visibly. His lofty domain of death began to waver under the assault.

One had to admit that the Attawa warriors had found the best way to maximize their power against Progia, which was to self-detonate. Only this method could bypass the gap in equipment and combat techniques. It was just that this method was too tragic.

The charging Attawa didn’t feel that way, however. Their eyes were on Progia alone as they charged forward to pave a road with their flesh and blood.

But… what could they do after reaching the great dark monarch?

“What else can you do?” After a brief moment of surprise, only a cold smile remained on the Masefield Clan Lord’s face.

In the blink of an eye, only a hundred or so of the charging warriors remained. With no more soldiers left who could self-detonate, Progia’s domain once again became steady and the Attawa soldiers began to fade in color.

The demonkin experts who had been biding their time attacked once again, reaping the lives of the survivors in the domain. The death domain immediately turned into a slaughter ground.

At this point, the closest Attawa warrior was thirty meters away from Progia. This distance could usually be covered by a single jump, yet it almost seemed insurmountable at the moment.

“Brave ants are still ants,” the great dark monarch said.

As the demonkin experts continued to reap the lives of the attacking natives, they noticed their vision darken as two gigantic shadows blotted out the sky! Two of the giant war gods had jumped into the fray, slamming into Progia’s subordinate experts.

These demonkin experts were from the Masefield family, many of them were close relatives of Progia himself. They had gone through many battles and possessed ample experience in the field. The incoming giants might’ve stirred up a great commotion, but their movements were full of openings to the demonkin experts.

The experts attacked decisively and at lightning speed. In the blink of an eye, the giants’ bodies were covered in injuries.

The more experienced demonkin experts weren’t that happy after succeeding in the attack. The victory was simply too easy. The giant war gods never retaliated or even resisted the attacks.

A glorious marquis noticed the giant war gods thrusting their hands into their chests. His mind went blank as he blurted out, “Run!”

Alas, it was too late!

Two sanguine tempests erupted in the domain, forming two mushroom clouds that slowly rose into the air. The impact crashed over everything in the area of effect.

The demonkin experts caught in the blast were torn into shreds, becoming a part of the bloody tempest. Several dozen meters of the domain were blasted open by the explosion.

The self-detonation of two grand dukes was a force that could hardly be described. While Progia was overcome with shock, the final giant war god arrived before him with—his hand was already moving inside his chest.

However, a pale slender hand with prominent bones grabbed the giant’s wrist. The war god’s hand froze, unable to move a single inch further. He could already touch his crystal but he no longer had the power to crush it.

Progia stared at the giant war god with narrowed eyes. “Ants will always be ants. Did you think your sacrifice would be meaningful? As long as I remain standing, even if I’m the only one left standing, the Masefield will always be a famed clan.”

The final giant war god opened his mouth but no sound came out. His body had long since stiffened. Tears flowed down his barely mobile eyes as he glanced at the flesh and blood strewn across the ground.

The death domain was badly shaken, but Progia’s defenses remained perfectly intact. The giant war gods never saw that shocking attack that they were hoping for.

This battle... had been lost.

Qianye’s hand was as still as a rock. His finger was firmly on the trigger, but he never pressed it. The current moment was when Progia’s domain was at its weakest, but this was also when his cautiousness and defenses were at their peak. Even if Qianye could hit him, the damage would be minimal, and there would never be another opportunity like this again.

Progia suddenly looked upward. “I knew this wasn’t all.”

A faintly discernible shadow appeared in the air, diving toward Progia at an unbelievable speed!

A beam of greyish energy appeared on Progia’s forehead, which shot out like an extremely sharp, grey blade. The incoming shadow did nothing to evade the attack, allowing the blade to shoot through it. It then dropped downward abruptly and stabbed Progia’s shoulder with a spear!

It was Su Wen.

Progia gazed up into Su Wen’s brave and beautiful eyes, praising, “You injured me, not bad!”

Su Wen’s spear had pierced through Progia’s defenses and through his shoulder plate. The tip of the spear had sunk about one finger’s depth into the flesh—that was all.

It was already a miracle that an Attawa was able to injure the Masefield Clan Lord. However, they had lost this battle. The power disparity was too great, to begin with, so this victory had actually gained them honor.

Su Wen didn’t think this way, however. “The Attawa will never surrender!” Her left hand shot into her chest at lightning speed, and a storm of blood engulfed Progia immediately afterward.

Moments later, the Masefield Clan Lord’s figure appeared once again, scattering flesh and blood in all directions. The spear-wielding maiden had disappeared.

None of the scattered blood landed on Progia’s body. It would be a humiliation for the Masefield Clan Lord to be tainted with the blood of these primitive natives.

Progia’s expression was ashen, thoroughly angered by the consecutive setbacks. He wanted to turn back to his useless subordinates, but he sensed something all of a sudden. His long hair flew up abruptly!

In the blink of an eye, he turned around to find a bullet with a pair of black wings flying toward him.

Progia had no time to draw his sword. All he could do was raise his hand to block this strange origin bullet. A muffled sound echoed in his ears as the projectile tore through his palm, and the only price it paid to achieve that was the black wings.

The bullet pushed through Progia’s depleted defensive field, penetrated his armor and chest, promptly exiting from the back.

Progia’s body puffed up all of a sudden, almost as though he had been inflated. He grew to several times his original size before the greyish black demonic energy pressed him back to his original form.

Yet another “Pfft” was heard as a mass of grey energy gushed out of the wound on his chest and back. This was the chaos origin power within the bullet being forced out by the monarch’s shocking demonic energy.

Gazing at the wisp of chaos origin power, Progia reflexively reached out to grab it. The moment it landed on his palm, he discovered that this wisp of origin power was stunningly heavy. What this extreme weight brought on was extreme sharpness. The chaos origin power sliced through Progia’s palm and fell to the ground, producing yet another slit in the earth before disappearing.

The great dark monarch was expressionless as he took to the sky and flew off over the horizon.

He had actually fled, completely ignoring the fate of his twenty or so subordinates.

Everything had happened too quickly. It was only when Progia was in the clouds that Su Shi’s hysterical scream resounded, “No!!!”

Qianye shot to his feet and vanished, reappearing where Progia was standing before. He hadn’t imagined the Masefield Clan Lord would be so decisive as to flee immediately. This rendered the follow-up attack completely useless.

Qianye gazed up at Progia who was flying away through the clouds. Instead of chasing the great dark monarch, his gaze landed on the remaining Evernight experts.

None of these experts had realized what had happened. Only when Qianye appeared did a handful of people understand. They immediately turned to flee, not intending at all to remain and fight. Even Progia had fled, so why would they stay behind to get killed?

The others were one step slower, but they scattered immediately after coming to.

A dramatic change had just taken place, and considering Qianye’s notoriety, it wasn’t a surprise these experts chose to flee. It was already widely accepted that Qianye’s fighting power was far above an ordinary duke. Moreover, he was known to decide the enemy’s fate with the first attack, so there was no room for flukes.

This made Qianye an enemy no one wanted to run into. Comparatively, they would rather fight Nighteye despite her being stronger.

They knew Qianye would lose if they all stayed behind to fight, but he could retreat whenever he wanted. There was nothing stopping him from reaping several lives before leaving. The Evernight experts enjoyed long lives, so none of them wanted to be the unlucky person.

Qianye was prepared to deal with these scattering targets. His figure shuttled rhythmically between them, and soon he cut down eight Evernight experts. The rest took this opportunity and managed to escape.

After the outcome was confirmed, Qianye returned to the battlefield where he saw a trembling Su Shi on his knees, holding some bloody soil in his hands.

There was no telling whose flesh and blood was in the soil, but Su Wen’s was surely among them along with the three giant war gods. The demonkin experts’ remains should be in there as well.

Hearing Qianye’s footsteps, Su Shi looked up at him. “Why didn’t you chase down the black demon of destruction?”

Qianye said after a moment of silence, “This is war.”