The battle lasted from morning until dusk. The afterglow of the sunset, coupled with the evening clouds, appeared exceptionally beautiful within the game.
Ye Yun didn't know how many support skills he had cast for An Chenyu. Finally, after more than seven hours, An Chenyu's level reached thirty-six, possessing sufficient self-defense capabilities.
"Holy crap, I can finally relax. I was really looking for trouble myself," Ye Yun stood on the battlefield, no more than two hundred meters from the city walls, and breathed a sigh of relief as he looked at the thinning enemy forces in the sky.
He not only had to occasionally heal An Chenyu, but also to constantly replenish the health of Dragon Palace members who were low on health, while also eliminating airborne units that were breaking through the city's defenses. What seemed effortless to others was, to him, a constant drain on his mental energy. Ye Yun couldn't even imagine if he were truly just a priest; would he have gone mad by now?
Of course, Ye Yun could have unleashed his ultimate move to instantly kill these enemies, but doing so would have defeated the original purpose.
"Boss, boss, don't space out, give me some healing." Just as Ye Yun was about to turn back to the city wall to rest for a moment, Mu Ziming, with only a third of his health remaining, came scurrying over, with hundreds and thousands of enemies in pursuit behind him.
"Damn it, no moment of peace." Seeing Mu Ziming approaching, Ye Yun flapped his Flowing Wind Wings and flew over, casting a Rejuvenation spell on him.
"Heh, thanks. Boss, aren't my Yellow Turban Cavalry awesome?" The group of soldiers chasing Mu Ziming was intercepted by Black Ant and An Chenyu, allowing Mu Ziming to have some breathing room.
Cavalry?
Ye Yun was startled. He looked up at the battlefield and immediately spotted over ten thousand Yellow Turban warriors riding on yellowish-brown warhorses, charging through the enemy ranks. Each charge took away the health of over a dozen enemies.
Wait, when did these over ten thousand Yellow Turban warriors get mounts?
"Boss, you didn't know my Yellow Turban Warriors were upgraded over an hour ago, did you?" Seeing Ye Yun's gaze, Mu Ziming found it quite speechless.
"Well, I was too focused on the battle, I didn't pay much attention. Your talent is too amazing; how did you upgrade again?" Ye Yun looked at Mu Ziming with surprise. He had noticed that the damage dealt by the soldiers of the Divine Cities to cavalry was single-digit. If these cavalry's health were to be considered, they could stand there and take hits from the enemy for a whole day, and still have enough time to kill them.
"It's nothing much. Didn't I get an upgrade last time after killing a hundred thousand enemies? This time, it's just that I've killed over a million enemies on the battlefield, so naturally, I upgraded." Mu Ziming seemed satisfied with Ye Yun's expression and looked proud.
"Mm, you keep up the good work. I'm going back to rest a bit..."
Ye Yun patted his shoulder as encouragement and then teleported directly into the air. With another flap of his wings, he returned to the city wall. The current situation on the battlefield had reached a temporary end, and he didn't want to compete with these youngsters for cultivation resources.
As far as Ye Yun was concerned, the resources he possessed were sufficient. More importantly, his current strength was already considerable; he only lacked the accumulation of time. He didn't want his ignorance, due to a lack of experience, to drag down his state of mind and strength.
Coincidentally, he had now brought the Wanderer into his command. Through this individual, he could gain a preliminary understanding of the Ten Directions Great Thousand World. Once these subordinates became strong enough, he might be able to lead them to roam the entire Ten Directions Cosmos.
As for the Human Race Star Domain, Ye Yun would naturally have the other star domains willingly help protect it.
With these thoughts in mind, Ye Yun once again lay on the lounge chair on the city wall, gently rocking it as he opened the battlefield information for the entire engagement.
Fengle City (Defending) vs Allied Forces of the Nine Divine Cities (Attacking)
Battle Duration: 7:43
Current Fengle City Warriors: 12248
Fengle City Casualty Ratio: 1:75
Enemies Killed: 8.24 million
Remaining Enemy Forces: 1.76 million
City Integrity: 99.999%
Enemy Kill Ranking (Contribution)
Fengle City Official, Kills: 4.41 million
Mu Ziming, Kills: 950,000, Contribution Points: 10.2 million
Jie Ming, Kills: 470,000
Xuan Yuan, Kills: 4,303
Ji Wumei, Kills: 4,000
Long Shen, Kills: 1,200, Contribution Points: 12,000
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From the first to the five hundredth spot on the leaderboard, apart from Ye Yun and a few others, the participants were entirely Dragon Palace members with names starting with "Long." Furthermore, the kill count for the five hundredth person reached eight hundred, indicating that these individuals were exerting all their effort in competition. Ye Yun was truly satisfied with this.
However, Mu Ziming's kill count was somewhat terrifying; he alone was equivalent to a Dragon Palace legion of four thousand men. And that was with many of those four thousand having died once and returned.
"It seems after this, this guy is really going to take off," Ye Yun couldn't help but sigh as he watched Mu Ziming's kill count continue to surge madly.
Killing a million soldiers from the Nine Divine Cities would yield at least four to five million various Saint Stones. With these Saint Stones alone, Mu Ziming had already far surpassed Zhou Ningdong and the others. Moreover, if the Nine Divine Cities had truly mobilized so many troops, Mu Ziming might even catch up to Wang Chen's pace, potentially becoming the third person to break through to the Monarch realm after Wang Chen.
Ye Yun continued to scan the leaderboard and surprisingly found An Chenyu, who had actually killed over seven hundred enemies! This was greatly unexpected by Ye Yun, but considering that individual's growth potential, it seemed within reason.
This individual's attributes surged by forty percent with every level gained. Their growth rate was even higher than Xiao Tong's, and it would only become more terrifying as time went on. Thinking this, Ye Yun suddenly realized he had overlooked a crucial point about these generals: their innate talents were fixed. They didn't need to spend countless gold coins like players to improve their talents. For them, as long as their base attributes were strong enough, it was sufficient, much like Xiao Tong's 'Scorned by Heaven' profession.
The only drawback was the exorbitant cost.
Compared to An Chenyu, Xuan Yuan and Ji Wumei had performed commendably, but the battlefield was too crowded, and Ye Yun hadn't seen their figures.
By seven o'clock in the evening, the sounds on the battlefield had gradually diminished. The enemy forces were now less than fifty thousand, but all of Mu Ziming's Yellow Turban Knights had perished. Nearly half of the four thousand Dragon Palace members had died three times. It could be said that this battle was brutal, but it was also a source of pride for them.