Before the Purple Kylin Snake was taken into the spatial world by Ye Tiandao, it reminded her, "Make sure you count the bodies accurately—don’t mess this up!"

Ye Tiandao wasted no time and immediately set about collecting the corpses. The sheer amount of resources gathered would sustain Ye Liuyun and his allies in their cultivation for a long time. There was no way she’d let such a bounty go to waste.

Though the Blade Regiment had lost dozens more fighters, they had still emerged victorious. With fewer than a thousand soldiers left, they had managed to annihilate an enemy force of two thousand martial cultivators at the second and third levels of Dominance.

After leading the remaining Blade Regiment troops in a final sweep, Ye Tiandao withdrew them for rest and recovery. The main battlefront no longer required their intervention—better to avoid unnecessary casualties in the chaos.

Meanwhile, Yu Xiaofeng’s forces had completely encircled the enemy’s thirty-thousand-strong vanguard, tightening the noose with every passing moment.

The vanguard commander, desperate, sent a plea for reinforcements to Qiang Hui. Their formations had been shattered by the relentless assaults of the airborne Falcon Battleships. Their own equipment had been exhausted—not a single warship remained in the sky—while the Falcon Battleships continued to rain destruction upon them. Trapped between aerial bombardment and ground assaults, they were on the verge of catastrophic losses.

"Hold your ground! I have a plan!" Qiang Hui replied tersely.

"Yes, sir!" The commander, assuming Qiang Hui truly had a solution, could only order his men to endure.

At the same time, Ye Liuyun and his doppelgänger were racing to replenish their temporal energy, preparing for one final strike.

The two commanders leading the hundred-thousand-strong armies under Qiang Hui’s command approached him again, demanding to know when they would finally engage. It was clear to them that if they delayed any longer, the vanguard would be wiped out entirely.

"How dare you question me! I have my own strategies—do not disrupt my plans!" Qiang Hui roared.

"Commander Qiang Hui, if you would just explain your intentions, we could at least prepare ourselves!" one of the commanders pressed, suspicion creeping into his voice.

"Kill them both!" Ye Liuyun instantly commanded through the Slaving Seal.

Under its control, Qiang Hui acted without hesitation. The two commanders, mere first-level Dominance cultivators, were like children before him—utterly defenseless. He cut them down effortlessly.

"Anyone who dares defy my orders will be executed! The entire army is to stand by!" Qiang Hui’s voice boomed across the ranks.

The other minor commanders, seeing their leader executed by the supreme commander himself, dared not utter a word and obediently remained in place.

As the battle raged on, the vanguard forces had been completely shattered, with over a hundred thousand soldiers already annihilated. The vanguard commander repeatedly sent desperate pleas for reinforcements to Qiang Hui. Yet Qiang Hui didn’t even bother glancing at the communication talismans, offering no response whatsoever.

Their hearts sank into despair. In their current predicament, even attempting a breakout seemed nearly impossible.

Left with no choice, they made one final desperate move. The commander bellowed, "Retreat to the rear!"

Though their formation was in disarray, the sheer momentum of the entire army charging backward still carried significant force.

But Yu Xiaofeng had anticipated this. Falcons, war chariots, puppet beasts, and energy cannons had already been strategically repositioned in their path. These weapons were deployed at their rear, blasting back wave after wave of their desperate assaults.

Meanwhile, witnessing the vanguard’s dire situation, murmurs of doubt spread among the rear guard’s minor commanders.

"Commander Qiang Hui doesn’t seem to have any intention of saving them!"

"Exactly. At this rate, they’ll be wiped out completely! What are we even waiting for here?"

Yet they only whispered among themselves, speculating about Qiang Hui’s motives, none daring to openly challenge him.

At that moment, Ye Liuyun’s temporal power finally replenished, and he struck for the third time. This time, not a single Third-Level Dominator cultivator remained—all were captured, along with over two hundred Second-Level Dominators.

Then, he unleashed the demonic vines and other Third-Level Dominator beasts, including the giant demons, to slaughter the remaining cultivators, using the battle to temper their combat skills. Meanwhile, his doppelganger vanished into stealth, slipping behind the 200,000-strong army to summon the demonic horde.

With a thunderous roar, the Tiger-Headed Beast King led the demonic army in a furious charge.

Though this force numbered only 150,000, every soldier was at the Dominator realm—more than enough to crush the opposing army. They adopted a V-shaped formation, advancing while encircling the enemy.

"Turn around and engage!" Qiang Hui barked the order, commanding his troops to pivot and face the rear. But their rear guard lacked any equipment—all their weapons were positioned at the front. This left them utterly defenseless, forced to rely solely on sheer numbers to hold the line.

The demon army, already formidable in strength, now wielded superior equipment, cutting through enemy ranks like a hot knife through butter. Their flanking forces encircled the opposition, pressing inward from all sides.

One commander suggested breaking through toward the vanguard to regroup and carve an escape route, but Qiang Hui immediately overruled him—executing the man on the spot.

Meanwhile, Ye Liuyun led the demon vines, beasts, and giant demons in a merciless slaughter of the martial cultivators. Outmatched in cultivation, the enemy found themselves trapped with no chance of escape. The beasts and giants reveled in the bloodshed, seizing abundant resources in the process.

Once the battle subsided, the demonic creatures withdrew to replenish their energy, while Ye Liuyun and the demon vine plunged back into the fray. The vine aimed to gather enough resources in this battle to attempt a breakthrough to the fourth level of Dominance upon returning.

But then—the entire planet trembled. The earlier clash of powerhouses had destabilized the world beyond repair. Now, the shockwaves reached critical mass, and the planet began to fracture.

Instantly, combatants took to the skies, continuing their fight midair. The slower ones still battled on the ground, while the quicker ones soared higher, hoping to escape the encirclement. The battlefield shifted into a three-dimensional warzone, stretching across vast altitudes.

Yu Xiaofeng swiftly divided the Falcon Battleships into two squads—one above, one below—herding fleeing soldiers back toward the center.

The demon forces fought independently, ruthlessly pursuing any retreating enemy. Their sheer individual prowess ensured the rear guard remained tightly surrounded.

Beneath them, the planet shattered into fragments. Ye Liuyun casually absorbed its core energy before rejoining the fight.

Truth be told, neither he nor his doppelgänger had any mystic essence left—they relied solely on blade intent and physical prowess, turning the battle into a trial of their own limits.

Stripped of earthly cover, the demon vine stood exposed—yet it remained unfazed.