Reverse flow of the Yellow Springs

The Blazing Abyss, like a hideous scar, tears the earth apart, stretching for hundreds of miles.

Even at its narrowest point, it is over two hundred meters wide.

Beneath the abyss lies not eternal darkness, but rather an interwoven crimson light, like a scorching galaxy formed by countless crimson stars, flowing slowly at the bottom of the abyss.

That is the Blazing Stone, the strongest barrier that many civilizations in this world rely on to resist the Crimson Curse.

Beneath this abyss lie countless Radiant Firestones, as numerous as the stars.

This colossal abyss, combined with the mysterious properties of the Blazing Firestone, has become an impregnable defensive line for humanity against attacks from alien races.

To transform this formidable barrier into an impregnable fortress, the civil servants of the City of Law worked day and night, rushing to various battlefield nodes, activating the power of wonders, and laying down the 'Anti-Air Law' that covered the entire Abyss region, cutting off all threats from the air.

The apprentices of Whitestone followed closely behind, meticulously carving countless mysterious patterns on the edge of the abyss. These patterns extended like a neural network, further consolidating and strengthening the power of the law.

The priests of the holy city also worked tirelessly to bless and complete all the mechanisms and engravings.

At the same time, powerful beings from various city-states, along with their families and legions, arrived one after another, each displaying their unique abilities.

Countless defensive fortifications, energy nodes, and blocking positions were rapidly established, and this abyss defense line was being continuously improved and reinforced at an astonishing speed.

Now, apart from the Wanfeng City troops who are still fighting the Wanderers on the Eastern Front, almost all of humanity's organized legions have gathered here.

One after another, fortifications rose from the ground, and battle flags fluttered in the wind. As far as the eye could see, millions of combat units and logistical teams covered the mountains and fields. The continuous camps and the rows of weapons gave every soldier unprecedented confidence.

Such an unprecedented alliance was a testament to the heroic and resolute migration of the citizens of several city-states who resolutely abandoned their ancestral homes.

Many young warriors who had never faced the true army of the Wanderers were filled with excitement as they looked at the magnificent army before them, with banners obscuring the sun and spears like a forest: having gathered the full strength of twelve city-states, they would surely be invincible in this battle!
However, just as the human warriors were full of confidence...

A deep, ominous war horn sounded.

The next second, on the vast plains on the other side of the abyss, a terrifying 'black tide' began to surge.

What began as a black line on the horizon quickly spread and expanded at a breathtaking speed, eventually transforming into a destructive wave that blotted out the sky.

100,000? 1 million? The numbers have lost their meaning!
The endless wanderers, like a locust plague sweeping across everything, engulfed the land, carrying an aura of deathly stillness that could destroy everything, and rushed towards the blazing abyss.

The grotesque bodies and their terrifying numbers silenced the human warriors, and even those with great supernatural powers looked grim.

When the black torrent appeared on the horizon, all the human warriors who witnessed it felt a chill run down their spines.

It is the embodiment of the world's deepest malice towards life over millions of years, and one can even discern legendary alien legions that existed only in distant historical records. Now, they have all lost all reason, transforming into dangerous, bewildered beings who know only destruction.

“There are just too many of them.” Jing Tiecheng’s middle-aged hero sighed in a low voice: “Even a great supernatural being would eventually be exhausted by such a number.”

“Not only that,” the female hero from Red Sea City added, “they also received technical support from the ‘outsiders.’ Many wanderers crossed the Ten Thousand Mountains directly through some unknown means, and the numerous defenses we set up there couldn’t hold them back in the slightest.”

"What about that unit that ignited the Blue Flame behind enemy lines? Haven't they emerged from the Ten Thousand Mountains yet?" another hero asked, frowning. "Have they given up on rejoining us?"

“We don’t need their few thousand men on the main battlefield,” Chang Hui calmly analyzed. “I suspect they are likely looking for the enemy’s command post. If we successfully carry out the decapitation strike, these wanderers will lose their command and become a disorganized mob.” “But facing these fearless wanderers, my biggest concern is whether our morale can hold up,” the middle-aged hero worriedly reminded him.

The wanderers are essentially the dead, and the dead naturally have no morale. Even without a leader, they will still instinctively rush towards all the living.

"Morale?" Xia Ming, who had just arrived at the battlefield, smiled upon hearing this: "Regarding this, you all have absolutely no need to worry!"

As his words fell, all the human warriors heard the sound of his cloak fluttering, like the most stirring war drums, or like a battle flag leading thousands of troops dancing wildly in the wind.

The soldiers, whose faces had been tense with fear, now had a renewed flame in their eyes.

Immediately afterwards, a deafening battle cry erupted from the defensive line like a mountain collapsing and a tsunami crashing, the sound waves even causing the Radiant Firestone in the abyss to tremble!
Meanwhile, a noticeable commotion broke out among the countless legions of wanderers in the distance. Some wanderers began to retreat involuntarily, while others surged forward in a fit of rage, plunging the entire army into chaos. The alien officers shouted themselves hoarse as they tried to maintain their formation.

The next moment, several figures appeared at the forefront of the battle line.

Leading the group is none other than the champion, Zhuye!

His handsome face was as resolute as a rock, and his eyes seemed to hold the sun and moon in their depths. Even when faced with an almost endless army of wanderers, he did not waver in the slightest.

The champion's cape behind him fluttered wildly, seemingly embodying the ultimate malice towards all enemies of humanity—bloody, cruel, and tyrannical! Yet, it also brought unparalleled security and intense fighting spirit to the human warriors behind him!

Beside him, the last great master to arrive on the battlefield finally appeared.

The holy and virtuous heroine of the Holy City, Suqiao, radiates a soft yet unwavering light, like the moon rising in the darkness. She is the world's greatest faith and its sole religious representative. Her arrival also boosts the morale of humanity.

On the other side, they seemed to sense the changes on the front lines.

In the heavily guarded alien command post at the rear, Hai Ming, sitting in the main seat, sighed softly: "Is this what it means to be a champion? Once you step onto the battlefield, even in the most desperate situation, you will lock your morale and fighting spirit at the highest level."

"To kill until not a single enemy is left. Or, not a single human is left. That's truly insane. They're monsters!" Yin Ke, a nobleman from the Mirror Realm, couldn't help but sigh. "But fortunately, our side is no less formidable."

As the words fell, the gazes of all the overlords and great supernatural beings turned to the rear army.

An elite Chaos Legion rapidly approached, consisting of vampires, succubi, and plague knights—a small but elite psionic force.

The elite were chosen because of the distinguished status of the visitors.

The reason they are few in number is that they do not need to assume the real responsibility of guarding, because those are monsters that are comparable to champions!

The alien races and the Wanderer legions along the way opened their defensive lines and gave up their battle positions.

Seeing the figure emerge from within, Hai Ming stood up and smiled, "Welcome, Your Excellency Emperor Yun."

Li Yelai's gaze swept over Hai Ming and the other 'outsider' overlords and alien supernatural beings.

A slight smile appeared on his face, while he laughed inwardly.

'I'm fucking here!' (End of Chapter)