The longsword stabbed directly at Pei Yan, his figure was blown far away. As the battle deepened, his feelings became more profound. The stronger his attack, the greater the opponent's counterattack. Unlike lower-level armed warriors, Armored Warriors do not mimic or copy the attack methods of enemies. They only convert all the attacks they receive into physical counterattacks directed back at the attacker.

Therefore, Pei Yan gradually went from an initial ease to struggling to defend himself. This group of Armored Warriors, relying on superior defense power, self-healing ability, and troublesome absorption-counterattack capability, became the most difficult enemies in the simplest way.

Just as Pei Yan was meticulously recording the combat data of the Armored Warriors, that familiar and intensely disliked emotion once again surged into his mind. Having learned from previous lessons, he immediately understood what had happened and promptly retreated away from the battlefield.

But to his surprise, unlike himself, who was deeply affected by the Disaster Spreader, the Demon Race participating in the siege, although visibly slowed and laborious, did not appear much demoralized and still wielded their weapons in a deadly battle against the Armored Warriors.

Could it be the difference in species? With this doubt in mind, Pei Yan flew beside Bailang, who was commanding the attack, and asked in a deep voice, "Mr. Bailang, why are your subordinates not affected by the Disaster Spreader?"

Seeing the battlefield situation developing in the direction he hoped for, the elated Bailang suddenly clapped and laughed, then playfully stuck his tongue out at Pei Yan.

Pei Yan watched the old man's actions, eyes full of confusion at the sphere on his tongue. Bailang retracted his tongue and mumbled, "This is a pill our Demon Race developed over long years of battle to resist the negative emotions induced by Disaster Spreaders. By holding it in the mouth, one can effectively reduce illusions in the brain, barely maintain a clear state, and convert all negative emotions into a desire for slaughter."

As if fearing Pei Yan would be upset for hiding this matter, Bailang hurriedly explained, "This thing isn't something I'm withholding; the medicine is tailored specifically for our Demon Race's physique. As for humans...," Bailang paused, contemplated for a moment then continued, "It seems human bodies are unable to adapt. Even we Demons experience strong side effects after using this medicine; it's overly stimulating on the brain, and once the effects wear off after the battle, people will be lethargic for two or three days before recovering."

"Ah, I see!" Pei Yan wasn't angry. He reached out with a smile, "Can you give me a few of these pills for research?"

Bailang nodded thoughtfully, not refusing. He waved at a subordinate, who came forward understandingly and respectfully handed Pei Yan a small cloth bag from his bosom.

Opening the cloth bag, Pei Yan carefully took a pill and sniffed it. Instantly, a pungent stench hit him, causing his drowsy brain, affected by the Disaster Spreader image, to clear up significantly. Concurrently, a violent emotion spread through his heart.

Quickly moving the item away from in front of him and placing it back into the cloth bag, it seemed the thing used a stimulating scent to keep people alert. He wondered whether Engineer Li and Yao Xuefang could develop similar drugs upon taking it back. With this thought, Pei Yan weighed the cloth bag in his hand, tied it tightly, and stored it in the dimensional ring.

Having done this, Pei Yan looked at his three companions drifting through the sky, smiled slightly, and said to Bailang, "Mr. Bailang, I think it's time to end this battle. My subordinates and I will launch a devastating full-force strike against the Armored Warriors. Do you have similar plans? If so, launching together would be beneficial for their total annihilation."

Upon hearing this, Bailang's eyes lit up. After whispering a few words to the subordinate beside him, who then rode swiftly towards the rear, he looked at Pei Yan and smiled, "I was thinking the same. After such prolonged fighting, my subordinates have exhausted much of the enemy's strength, combined with our Magicians who have already rested; if we cooperate with Mr. Shitang's assistance, we will surely yield extraordinary results!"

"Alright, no problem! You prepare first! Once we are ready, I'll send you a message, and we can attack together, catching them off guard!" Pei Yan finished speaking and flew into the sky, approaching Ye Ruozai and asked, "How about you guys, can you start?"

"Ah, according to the pre-planned strategy, we can start at any time!" Ye Ruozai replied after exchanging glances with Xia Yu.

Pei Yan nodded, looking towards the mountain slope at the reassembling Demon Race Warlocks, "Then let's prepare, launch a three-fold attack and quickly end this battle."

After issuing the order, Ye Ruozai wasted no time, suspending a longsword in mid-air through mental intent, causing it to transform and multiply, enclosing all over the sky with a fierce Sword Qi Sword Array, shrouding over the Disaster Legion.

At the same time, Xia Yu hovered behind Ye Ruozai, placing both hands on his shoulders, silently imparting her energy onto him. As the weight of each longsword continued to increase, even Ye Ruozai was made strenuous, as beads of sweat rolled down his forehead.

Below, the Disaster Legion, as if sensing the impending crisis, swiftly transitioned from the previous assault formation, pulling back and contracting into a circular shield formation to defend, while the Demon Race side – to avoid their soldiers getting caught in the ensuing attack – ceased advancing and retreated, distancing themselves from the Disaster Legion.

The troops who had been locked in fierce combat for so long seized the opportunity to catch their breath. All, without prior arrangement, raised their heads to gaze towards the sky's Sword Array, awaiting the final strike. At this moment, within the Disaster Legion's Red Armored Warrior's congregation, emitted a series of enchanting red lights.

"We're ready; we can launch an attack at any time!" Bailang's excited voice came through the earpiece. Pei Yan glanced down at Bailang, who was waving his longsword at him, then looked back at Ye Ruozai, whose clothes were drenched in sweat, giving a difficult nod. Pei Yan raised his hand to conjure a curtain of light while loudly commanding, "Launch the attack!"

Upon the order, it was Ye Ruozai, who could no longer hold up, who initiated the attack first. Tens of thousands of longswords, with their weight multiplied twentyfold by Xia Yu, instantly descended, a rain of swords tearing through the air straight down to the ground.

Such a fierce impact caused the ground to tremble mightily. The Demon Race cavalry, atop their horses, were caught off guard, being overthrown one after another. Bailang clung tightly to the horse's belly, gripping the reins, pressing himself against the horse's back to barely maintain his posture. When he raised his gaze again, the formation within had already concealed the Disaster Legion's silhouette, only leaving long swords standing as a forest amid a dusty veil, and a light curtain poised to release its power.