111: Your conspiracy is my nourishment! Fusion, soul-devouring!

Gourmet Supplier’s precious large pot was targeted by a raging Aberration.

A massive, jointed limb came crashing down with a tearing, whistling sound.

His face went pale. At the last second, he recalled the large pot to his storage space. Even so, the terrifying gust of wind stung his cheeks.

“My soup! My Ten-Ingredient Nourishing Soup!”

He clutched his empty hands, trembling with heartache.

The entire battlefield had completely spiraled out of control.

More and more raging Aberrations appeared.

They were like a prairie fire, quickly burning through Sky Court’s seemingly solid defenses, leaving them riddled with holes and billowing black smoke.

In the guild channel, silence replaced the clamor.

That suffocating sense of oppression descended once again.

Mad Blade’s voice was hoarse, filled with irritation and helpless frustration.

“Damn it! These monsters’ bones are harder than iron! My troops can’t even cut them!”

He paused, and the suppressed rage finally found an outlet.

“Yi! Can you stop clicking, you motherf—! If you keep clicking, I’ll lose everything I have!”

This was the first time.

Within the Sky Court guild, a member had directly pointed the finger at another member.

Yi’s avatar flickered.

He didn’t speak.

But everyone saw that the light from all the God Arrow Towers in his territory dimmed.

The attacks stopped.

He knew Mad Blade wasn’t being unreasonable.

Every precise shot he made, every proud targeted kill, was creating a deeper disaster for the entire alliance.

His talent, at this moment, had become a heavy shackle, binding his hands.

Five Elements Reversal’s voice tried to ease the tension.

“Everyone, calm down. The boss told us to test, so the data should be…”

“Almost there?”

Mad Blade let out a short, cold laugh, his voice full of self-mockery.

“Any worse, and my territory will be flattened! How can we fight like this?”

“All of us are completely suppressed by this damned rule! We’re like a bunch of idiots with our hands and feet tied, watching ourselves bleed!”

His words pierced through everyone’s pretense.

A plague called “powerlessness” spread rapidly through the alliance.

Cicada Clothes watched all of this dispassionately, taking it to heart.

She didn’t even need to fan the flames.

First Emperor’s overt scheme was a slow-acting poison, corrupting this seemingly powerful alliance from within.

She walked to Yi’s arrow tower, a perfectly appropriate hint of worry on her stunning face.

She said softly, “Lord Yi, please don’t take it to heart. Senior Mad Blade is just anxious.”

“After all… your talent, under these rules, is indeed… too easily targeted.”

Her voice was very soft, very gentle.

But to Yi’s ears, it was more hurtful than any knife.

Yes.

Targeted.

He, the top hunter who once challenged Heaven's Choice, had now become a “troublemaker” who only added to the team’s chaos.

Yi didn’t look at her, but silently turned off the attack commands for all God Arrow Towers.

Those dozens of Mythic-grade arrow towers, at this moment, became the most expensive and most useless decorations on the battlefield.

Seeing this scene, a flicker of cunning success passed through the depths of Cicada Clothes’s pupils beneath her lowered eyelids.

The first crack had appeared.

She quietly sent this information, along with the nearly quarrelsome conversation between Mad Blade and Yi, out.

Xianyang Plain.

First Emperor looked at Yi’s dim, silent arrow towers and Mad Blade’s beleaguered troops in the crystal, finally letting out his first hearty laugh of the night.

“Do you see, Li Si?”

“This is what I want.”

“I don’t need to kill them with swords. I want them to kill themselves in despair. Kill their trust in each other, kill their pride in each other.”

Li Si bowed deeply, his face full of admiration.

“Your Majesty is wise. This scheme strikes at the heart.”

Just as the monarch and minister of the Great Qin Empire were enjoying this cat-and-mouse thrill.

The ID that had remained silent throughout, Heaven's Choice, finally spoke again.

Heaven's Choice: “The data is sufficient.”

Those four short words, devoid of emotion, yet possessed an indescribable power that instantly quelled all commotion and unease in the channel.

Everyone turned their gaze to the figure seated on the throne of the Sacred Phoenix Fortress.

Lin Feng’s face showed no trace of panic.

His gaze calmly swept across the battlefield, which had completely spiraled out of control, and across the raging Aberrations that were wreaking havoc.

On his retina, lines of blood-red data streamed wildly.

Raging Aberration (No. 07): Strength increased by 1250%, Defense increased by 1800%, Life Essence activity…

Raging Aberration (No. 13): Strength increased by 1180%, Defense increased by 1750%, Life Essence activity…

Analysis Report: Raging transformation is essentially a transfer of Life Essence. Within 0.5 seconds of an Aberration’s death, all its life energy will be forcibly injected into a paired unit, completing a leap-style enhancement. Attack mode is locked to “Hatred Pursuit,” prioritizing attacks on units that caused the death of their companions…

“So that’s how it is.”

Lin Feng’s lips curved into a cold arc.

It wasn’t a simple attribute superposition.

It was a forced transfer of “Life Essence.”

Water from one cup poured into another.

Then…

What if the water was intercepted the moment it poured out?

Or…

What if a “dirty” cup was used to catch it, causing the pure water to be instantly contaminated?

In Lin Feng’s mind, a long-sealed troop type information suddenly lit up.

He opened his troop panel and scrolled to a nearly forgotten corner.

There, lay a batch of white-grade troops he had drawn a long time ago, with pitifully low attributes.

Void Devourer (White): 5 population. Trait: Soul Devour – Can devour the souls of slain units to stack its own health (permanently effective for this battle).

A useless item with an outrageously low cost-effectiveness.

But in Lin Feng’s eyes at this moment, this “useless item” became the only fulcrum to leverage the entire deadlock!

He issued a second command in the guild channel.

Heaven's Choice: “Mad Blade, Yi, contract your defenses and hold your ground, awaiting reinforcements.”

Heaven's Choice: “Myriad Hands Bring Spring, Gourmet Supplier, concentrate all buff auras on my Sacred Phoenix Fortress.”

Heaven's Choice: “Everyone else, abandon outer defenses and retreat to the core area.”

Upon receiving the orders, everyone, though puzzled, immediately complied.

The collapsing front began to contract inwards.

Outer arrow towers and turrets were destroyed by the raging Aberrations, but the core area, under the terrifying Holy Domain passive aura of the Sacred Phoenix Fortress, remained temporarily impregnable.

However, everyone knew this was only temporary.

The number of raging Aberrations had already exceeded three hundred!

They were converging from all directions, like a tightening net, to completely strangle Sky Court.

Looking at the almost desperate scene on the screen, Myriad Hands Bring Spring’s voice was on the verge of tears.

“Boss, how much longer… can we hold out?”

Lin Feng didn’t answer.

He simply dragged the Void Devourer, Mage, Goblin, and Dragon troops into the bloody vortex of the Troop Fusion Altar.