"How can it be so fierce?"

Exclaimed Er Guotou. Although he wasn't in the army, he understood the abnormal magic within the Path. This sudden scene took him by surprise.

Seeing sweet potato fleeing from Menghu Pass without daring to look back, he first greeted this girl who had just achieved great merit. Turning around, he saw the Futu Army coming out of the city.

One by one, both men and horses were covered in iron armor, blood splashing beneath their hooves, as if they were treading on a Blood Sea. At the center, the God-given King had fresh blood occasionally seeping through the cracks of his armor.

It seemed as if this blood, with him at the center, bound the entire Futu Army together. 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚

As this group charged through the Blood Sea towards the shadowy army, they rushed to the front, where the two five-hundred-man vanguard units on either side of the Three Alliance Armies were quickly engulfed, disappearing without a trace, seemingly before even a scream could escape.

Er Guotou was anxious, waving several altar flags to halt the steps of this ghostly army, but it had no effect, and the army continued to press forward.

"Damn it..."

Shocked by this turn of events, he hurriedly recalled an altar flag to examine it, only to find it had lost its brilliance, and now reeked of thick blood.

It appeared that the magic on it had been broken.

In his hidden shock, he looked up to see the Futu Army clashing at the forefront with a similarly mounted, purple armored army, immediately engaging in fierce battle.

That was clearly the ten thousand-strong Food Protection Army refined in Shangjing City, with both sides engaging in combat without exchanging words.

On either side, the sounds of drums and gongs echoed, as the White Armor Army and Iron Threshold Army struck from the flanks, surrounding the Futu Army in the dark night.

The Food Protection Army was elite, and both the White Armor Army and Iron Threshold Army had their own trump cards.

The White Armor Army wore paper armor, which when spells were recited, became as solid as iron armor, but without the weight, allowing for agility and easy replacement, using its light and nimble traits to advantage.

The Iron Threshold Army wielded large shields refined with magical Path laws, crafted from mountain yin wood. As long as they were planted on the ground, absorbing the earth's energy, they took root and were hard to topple, excelling in holding defensive positions.

Yet unexpectedly, when these three armies confronted the Futu Army, they quickly fell into disorder.

Though the Futu Army numbered thirty thousand, and the Three Armies Alliance nearly a hundred thousand, with elite forces on this battlefield alone surpassing thirty thousand, both sides should have been evenly matched by numbers.

But the Futu Army's overwhelming blood aura prevailed, and facing it, the paper armor of the White Armor Army reverted to its original form, unable to withstand swords and spears, leaving them defenseless.

The large shields in the Iron Threshold Army's hands also failed, breaking like rotten wood against the bloody weapons of the Futu Army.

Had it not been for the thousand elite Food Protection Army holding the line against the Futu Army, the Three Alliance Armies' main forces might have been effortlessly scattered.

But seeing the Food Protection Army and Futu engage in the dark night, amidst the chaotic battle, both sides fell with bodies crushed into minced flesh underfoot, Er Guotou's eyes widened with sorrow.

He knew well how the elite Food Protection Army was formed and had ties with them.

Each elite in the Food Protection Army was irreplaceable, and the loss of each was heart-wrenching to him.

As he focused further, suddenly his eyes widened again, unable to control himself from cursing, "Damn it, this..."

Initially lamenting the casualties of the Food Protection Army, he now witnessed an even stranger scene. A soldier from the Food Protection Army and one from the Futu Army simultaneously pierced each other with spears, both falling from their steeds.

The Food Protection Army soldier lay on the ground unable to move, but the fallen Futu soldier, blood from the ground continually seeped into his armor.

Before long, he astonishingly rose again, even his mount stood up with him, continuing to charge with his comrades against the resilient Food Protection Army.

"Immortal?"

He was left speechless, his scalp tingling slightly, "How can we fight this?"

The Food Protection Army was an elite force, painstakingly assembled, and losing even a one-to-one exchange was unbearable. Discovering that the enemy could be resurrected was even harder to endure.

"Blood Floating City, utmost wicked and poisonous, shattering all spells, defiling all treasures."

At this moment, Hu Ma's voice rose beside him, "This army is forged from the pool waters in the Bloodstain Pond of the Eight Sceneries of Netherworld."

"Bloodstain Pond?"

Er Guotou felt a chill, "Isn't that something from the underworld?"

"This is exactly the path the Li Family has set for us."

Hu Ma looked down at the battlefield, seeing from afar, only the Food Protection Army and a few Shousui generals stood in defense, as a group of leaders circled anxiously. Behind them, Think Tank Iron Mouth emerged.

Shouting for the Food Protection Army to slowly retreat, he began casting magic, and suddenly the ground rumbled as an iron coffin broke through the earth, unleashing a ferocious creature from within.

It was none other than the Yin General.

Only after speaking with Elder Mrs. Li, Hu Ma realized the Futu Army was likely more sinister than he thought. He had borrowed the Yin General temporarily for the Food Protection Army to adapt to changes before returning to meet Er Guotou.