Sifuer was tense about the impending battle, while the protagonist Pei Yan leaned against a stump with his eyes closed, resting. It was only when Suzi's voice reminded him for the third time via the headset that the Disaster Legion's vanguard was about to clash with Sifuer, that he snapped his eyes open, slowly exhaled a breath of stale air, and said in a deep voice, "Time to work!"

With his action, Ye Ruozai and his companions immediately stood up to guard by his side. With the experience from the previous battle at Bull Territory, Pei Yan directly summoned five light screens and simultaneously launched five electromagnetic cannons along with ground-penetrating bombs. In an instant, dozens of ground-penetrating bombs whistled past, and dazzling beams tore through the blood-red sky of Napas Valley.

Unlike the quick reaction from Bull Territory, which dispatched the Red Armored Warriors to block desperately, the defenders at the bottom of Napas Valley were clearly unprepared for an attack. Three consecutive electromagnetic cannon blasts hit the Disaster Pillar, causing it to tilt. Only then did a few monitors ascend to investigate, but these poor fellows were too late to reverse the situation and were blasted into debris by two subsequent electromagnetic cannon blasts along with the Disaster Pillar.

Moments later, with the explosion of the ground-penetrating bombs taking effect, the entire Disaster Pillar collapsed with a roar. In wild joy, Pei Yan didn't even bother to listen to the battle report from the junction area, flying straight into the sky to absorb the dispersing red disaster energy, while Ye Ruozai and the others guarded beside him for protection.

At the junction, the deafening sounds of explosions and shouts of battle echoed not far from the back of the forest. Everyone inside knew it was Leohard and the pursuing troops from Bull Territory engaging in a blocking battle. With formidable enemies pressing from the front and surprise attacks from the rear, the pre-battle oppressive tension reached its peak in the forest. The belligerent nature within the Demon Race blood gradually transformed fear into a craving for battle, with the entire army clutching their weapons, waiting for the lord to give the order to rush and fight to the death with the enemy.

Amid hot-blooded zeal, there were also calm minds. Unlike the young impulsive ones, Kodwen, who had a sharp mind for battlefield dynamics, was sweating coldly. He knew there was no way to persuade the eager-to-achieve lord. Instead, he focused his attention on the relatively calm Bailang.

With firm resolve, he approached Bailang again, whispering, "Lord Bailang, we've all been on the battlefield. You must understand more than anyone how dangerous the current situation is with the Disaster Legion's red disaster so close! Yet our ally hasn't been able to destroy the enemy's Disaster Pillar. Either this is a trap, or he's encountered some obstruction! Either way, this is gambling with our lives! Lord Bailang, you must see that once the two red disasters unite, the price to break through will be enormous! We can't wait blindly any longer!"

"But retreating now will still cost us dearly! Besides, the formations we set will be entirely disrupted." Bailang, who staked everything on this battle, was under enormous psychological pressure. He knew Kodwen was right, and he wavered internally.

"Even so, it's better than being annihilated here. There are no flawless plans on the battlefield. Leaving a way out for ourselves is the way of commanding an army. We can move slightly out of the battlefield now. If the battle fails, we'll be in a relatively easy position to retreat. If Shitang successfully destroys the Disaster Pillar, we'll only miss some opportunities to strike hard at the enemy." Kodwen watched the approaching Disaster Legion with increasing dread. The enemy had clearly identified the location of the ambush, yet they did not launch any long-range attacks—such was their confidence. Under the shroud of the red disaster, the Demon Race army was bound to be defeated; breaking the enemy's combat will first in momentum.

After lowering his head and pondering for a moment, Bailang, experiencing an intense internal struggle, finally made a decision. Just as he slowly raised his hand to issue an order, a chorus of exclamations sounded around him.

"Look! The red disaster above the Disaster Legion has disappeared!"

"By the Demon God! He really did it!"

Upon hearing this, Bailang and Kodwen simultaneously turned their gaze afar. Compared to the red disaster that lingered long after the Disaster Pillar's destruction, these red disasters extending beyond the territory's range began to change instantly the moment Pei Yan destroyed the Disaster Pillar. The scarlet sky rapidly disintegrated and faded away until it vanished.

"Talis!" Without waiting for the ecstatic Bailang to give the order, Sifuer, who had been waiting for this moment, drew her longsword and shouted loudly.

With her command, two jet-black beams shot out from the hillside. If Pei Yan had been there, he would have been surprised to find three hundred Demon Race soldiers standing on each of the two hills. They were arranged in the same formation that Raphael's subordinates had used to prepare for an attack on him back then.

That day's attack was interrupted by Pei Yan's assault and could not be launched. But today, no one stopped them. The two attacks, powered by the combined force of six hundred Demon Race star discs, fiercely struck the advancing formation of the Disaster Legion.

Without the protection of the red disaster, the attacks' force was no longer suppressed. Coupled with the element of surprise, the two attacks landed squarely on the Sleepers at the forefront.

Compared to the grand momentum of the beams, the impact seemed silent upon landing. There were no intense explosions, no earth-shaking destruction. As the black beams passed, everything—from the plants by the road to the Sleepers and the armed forces behind them—was engulfed by the black light, gradually decaying into dust, everything seeming so natural and silent.

"Hoo! Hoo! Hoo!" The unique cheer of the Demon Race echoed through the forest. Sifuer, clutching her longsword, was flushed with excitement from the attack's miraculous effect. The two attacks left less than one-tenth of the Sleepers alive, depleting even nearly half of the armed forces behind them.

But after the two attacks, the Demon Race's long-range attack camp temporarily fell silent. An attack beyond their capability required time to recover strength and replace the star discs. At this moment, catapults began launching flaming Shadow Source Insects, which whistled through the air towards the Disaster Legion.

In an instant, the blazes surged, turning the open battlefield in front of the forest into an Asura Land. After the initial chaos, the Disaster Legion quickly understood the change in battle. Retreating to Napas Valley was already too late. Their only chance of survival was to break through the enemy's formation and join the remnants of Bull Territory, retreating into the temporarily red disaster-covered Bull Territory. Even if the phantom pillar vanished in an hour, they could rely on Bull Territory's terrain to defend and delay, waiting for the battle situation to turn.

Grasping this, the Disaster Legion reformed their formation, madly charging at the Demon Race army blocking their last path to life.