Chapter 174: The Titans’ Onslaught
The earth now trembled continuously, convulsed by successive explosions and the incessant pounding of combat. The sky itself seemed to scream, torn by salvos of pure magic and waves of incandescent mana. The battlefield had become a true storm of destruction, where each second could seal the fate of an empire.
The Chinese defense lines were beginning to crumble, exhausted soldiers, covered in dust and blood, gradually losing ground to the inexorable push of the draconic legions. Their formations were broken, their officers panicked.
- "General Wei, the northern line has just collapsed!" cried a young officer, his voice trembling with urgency.
Wei Shun, his face hard and impenetrable despite the sweat streaming down his forehead, quickly barked his orders:
- "Activate the reserves immediately! Deploy the S-rank hunters, this is our last card to play."
The armored doors of the bunkers opened immediately. Six silhouettes emerged, clad in light armor adorned with ancestral symbols. These men and women had the proud bearing of elite warriors: sculpted bodies, sharp gazes, an aura of raw power emanating from them. They walked calmly toward the front, their presence alone galvanizing the surviving human troops.
These S-rank hunters advanced without haste, but with absolute determination. The air around them began to vibrate gently as their mana, dense as ancestral Ki, awakened in every fiber of their being.
The first among them, a man with a stern face named Li Jian, slowly raised his fist. The mana around him instantly exploded into a golden aura, concentrated, compact, ready to be unleashed. His strikes were capable of shattering metal, rupturing internal organs even through the thickest armor, and his attacks could project this destructive energy at a distance.
At the other end of the battlefield, at the draconic command post, Varnor Ignivara observed this new arrival with cold, almost detached interest.
- "There’s finally their ultimate defense," he murmured calmly, eyes narrowed.
Syléane nodded, ready to act immediately.
- "Should we send our fighters?"