Please be my partner.

From then on, there was an additional Yellow Dragon Empire in the human area, and with the blessing of the Yellow Dragon Empire, the Yellow Dragon Emperor's strength grew day by day, and eventually reached the pinnacle of the Mountain and Sea Realm.

Unlike other semi-immortals, Emperor Huanglong, with the support of the Huanglong Empire, can easily control two immortal artifacts. It is not an exaggeration to call him the number one person in the Mountain and Sea Realm.

The battle between Emperor Huanglong and Melen seemed to be a back-and-forth battle, but in fact it was Emperor Huanglong who was actively attacking, while Melen was mostly resisting and defending.

A day later, Emperor Huanglong stopped attacking, and as he expected, Melen also stopped naturally.

Emperor Huanglong looked up at the sky, seeing a lot through the vast sky. He said, as if questioning, but also as if confirming, "Are you stalling for time? No! I should say, you have been stalling for time!"

Melen looked at Emperor Huanglong and smiled without saying a word.

Emperor Huanglong's eyes gradually became firm, and he shouted, "Pass on my order, all troops, attack!"

There was a brief commotion among the four forces below, but soon the human side followed the order and rushed towards the island. Soon after, the other three parties also received orders from the top and rushed towards the island.

The battlefields on all four sides above the island have already touched the realm of mythology. Not to mention ordinary demigods, even demigods holding immortal weapons cannot intervene.

Instead of doing this, it would be better to take advantage of the time when they are holding back Mellen's high-end combat power to send a large force to attack the island and destroy the source of their anxiety first.

When giving the order, Emperor Huanglong had been staring at Mellen. After seeing the latter's calm expression, his heart sank, but things had come to this point, and he could only continue.

High in the sky, the battlefields on all sides were fighting, causing the sky to collapse and the earth to crack.

On the island, as the armies of the four forces entered, wisps of fog quickly spread out. These fogs were similar to the fogs on the fifth floor of Jinding Mountain, and had the effect of confusing and suppressing perception.

At the same time, the space on the entire island became distorted, like a space maze.

The first group of people who landed on the island were immediately lost in the fog. Even if the strong could temporarily dispel the fog, they would still be trapped in the space maze.

As the enemy landed on the island, the dogs on the island also began hunting and fighting.

At this time, in addition to those demigod dogs on the island, there are more saints and legendary dogs, all of whom are tribes living in the fairy tale kingdom.

Although the dogs are inferior to the four forces in terms of high-end combat power, with the assistance of multiple formations, the two sides can barely reach a balance.

On the low-end battlefield, the number of dogs is not at a disadvantage, and the area of the island is limited. It is impossible for the four forces to ignore everything and land in a swarm.

In this way, under Mellen's deliberate control, the battlefield became tense and stalemate.

That’s right, deliberate control!

Not to mention that Mellen himself has only revealed part of his strength. Just the three dogs who are still carrying out the mission of the Council of Beasts in the outside world can end the battle quickly as long as they are summoned over.

However, this is not what Melen wants. What he needs is to delay enough time to gradually disintegrate the resistance of the Mountain and Sea Realm, rather than defeating the Mountain and Sea Realm all at once and facing the possible destruction of both sides.

Melen still vividly remembers the madness of the last moments of the abyss world.

Although such a situation may not necessarily happen in the Mountain and Sea Realm, it is always a good idea to take precautions when there is a choice.

Because Melen no longer concealed his intention, Emperor Huanglong naturally saw through his purpose, or rather, many people from the four forces saw through it, but they were helpless.

Faced with the purple crystal formation, the powerful war treasures were unable to exert their due effect and were effectively useless.

There were radicals who suggested driving the aerospace battleship directly into the purple crystal formation.

However, the island is only a hundred miles in size, which is naturally vast for ordinary things, but too small for cultivators. When an aerospace warship enters it, it is like being locked in a small box. Coupled with the fog and space maze, it is likely that it will not be able to play a big role and will be easily destroyed.

So in the end, this plan was not passed.

Now, the four forces can only hope that the team that attacks the island will destroy the Amethyst Array from the inside as soon as possible so that they can take advantage of their firepower.

Unfortunately, achieving this seems to be more difficult than imagined.

In this high-intensity war, time passed by bit by bit, and a large number of elite warriors died every moment. This island shrouded in fog was like a behemoth in the abyss that could never be filled, greedily devouring all who entered.

a month...

Two months...

Three months...

……

This battle was beyond everyone's imagination.

People's hearts are fickle, and any impulse will eventually cool down.

Even with the subtle influence of the Mountain and Sea Realm, when the vast majority of those who entered the island never emerged, anxiety, irritability, panic, and fear... under the impact of this series of negative emotions, as well as some deeper influences, some people finally broke down...

A new team was assembled, led by a powerful person in the True Self Realm (Saint), and composed of twenty members in the Crossing Self Realm and Returning Self Realm.

Cong Detong is a member of this team. To be honest, Cong Detong is not a genius. Born in a small sect, it took him most of his life to condense his true self. He can't be compared with those favored ones from the big sects. The reason why he appeared here was just to obey the conscription.

At the beginning, Cong Detong was full of passion, thinking that this was a battle for the Mountain and Sea Realm. Even if he died in battle, it would bring honor to his family and it would be more than enough to open a page in the family tree.

However, as the battle continued, the people he knew changed one after another, and his passion gradually cooled. Cong Detong admitted that he was afraid.

In fact, Cong Detong has always been a small transparent person in the huge fleet. As a rookie, he is not even qualified to step onto the battlefield. His daily work is basically to charge the warships or perform some daily maintenance of war equipment.

Although this doesn't give him much of a sense of participation in the war, it is at least safe, and Cong Detong was secretly delighted.

But all this changed not long ago.

The logistics director of the warship where Cong Detong was suddenly issued an order to dispatch a group of logistics personnel to collect war supplies and join the front-line team.

Cong Detong was one of the unlucky guys on the list. He was doing pipeline maintenance at the time and overheard a conversation between the logistics manager and a man who looked like a housekeeper, in which words like "young master", "waste", "substitute", "quota", "battlefield" and so on were mentioned.

Then, Cong Detong and many logistics personnel, under the guidance, or escort, of some guarding monks, received a worn-out flying sword and a tattered Taoist robe, and were then assigned to the current team. The whole process was extremely confusing.

As he got closer to the island, Cong Detong's eyes became increasingly hazy. He felt as if the heaven and earth were shaking, and the roar of battle coming from his ears was sometimes far away and sometimes near. The dizziness in his mind made him shake his head constantly, trying to make himself more awake, but it was no use.

The others noticed that something was wrong with Cong Detong. The captain of the True Self Realm looked indifferent. In his opinion, the other members of the team were just cannon fodder. Less than one in a hundred could survive, and there was a high probability that they would all be wiped out. So no matter if something really happened to Cong Detong or he was just acting because he didn't want to go to the battlefield, it was not worth his effort.

The vast majority of the team have different thoughts and don't want to pay attention, but that's not all.

Someone next to Cong Detong shook him gently and asked, "Are you okay?"

It was this flash that suddenly woke Cong Detong from his trance. He shouted, "I don't want to! I don't want to go to the island! I don't want to fight! I want to go home! I want to go home!! Let me go back!!!"

As soon as these words were spoken, it was like a switch was flipped, causing the others who were already wavering to start wavering as well.

A cold glint flashed in the eyes of the True Self Realm captain. He couldn't control those geniuses from the great clans and families who were unwilling to go to the battlefield and let others be scapegoats. But how could he easily control this little person?!

The True Self Realm captain shouted coldly, "Shut up! This is a war for our homeland, our tribe, and the world! How can you retreat?! If it were at the beginning of the war, you would have been executed by military law long ago! You haven't tried the devil's soul-devouring and spirit-refining methods, have you?!"

The other people in the team fell silent upon hearing this.

The captain of the True Self Realm looked around and finally turned his gaze to Cong Detong. He sneered, "Since you don't want to go to the battlefield, then you are not a member of my team. Once we get to the island, you will fend for yourself."

Cong Detong's body was shaking like a sieve, tears and snot were streaming everywhere, he cried out: "No... don't... ah... Captain..."

If following the team is a life-or-death situation, then leaving the team is a death-or-nothing situation. With Cong Detong's strength, he would die if he encountered any monster on the island, not to mention that he couldn't even leave the island without a team.

The captain of the True Self Realm waved his hand to restrain Cong Detong and was too lazy to pay any more attention to him.

Cong Detong was just a small episode, but the impact he caused spread throughout the team.

It is very difficult to hold on to one's mind, just as many things only have zero times and countless times. Once a thought arises and spreads in the mind, it can no longer be stopped.

The team completed the mission with great difficulty and experienced several battles. In the end, only three people were left who successfully left the island except for the captain who was in the True Self Realm.

These three men were injured, their eyes were filled with tears, they were ecstatic, even though the attitude of the True Self Realm captain was always cold, they were still full of gratitude.

When they returned to the warship, they thought they would be heroes and receive rewards.

But, nothing.

The three returned to the logistics department, back to their original, small and crowded room, and then received a cold order from the logistics director...

"Take three days off and continue working!"

They stared at the injuries on their bodies in a daze. Even if they took the best medicine and rested, it would take at least a year or two to heal. They couldn't help but fall into despair.

The camera zooms out, gradually encompassing the four forces.

Against the backdrop of powerful warships, the four forces are still majestic, but behind this glory, dark sparks are burning and spreading, becoming more and more numerous and more vigorous.

The cultivation method of the immortals in the mountain and sea world emphasizes "refining the false and returning to the true self". It is a process from "false" to "true". In this process, the mind is one of the most critical factors.

Some people, with their minds clouded by dust, are trapped in mundane things their entire lives; while others, once they can break through the mysteries of their minds, are able to leap over the dragon gate and soar into the sky.

When the hearts of countless people come together, what is called humanity is formed.

Shinto, one of the four forces, was born out of humanity.

On the Gaotian battlefield, although it was apparent that Mellen was passively fighting and merely stalling for time, Emperor Huanglong still had to give it his all, because he would never pin his hopes on others.

At the same time, Melen sensed the invisible changes in the energy between heaven and earth, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, muttering to himself:

"Attack and defense, we need to change our form!"

Chapter 586: Strength, Defection, Dilemma, and Ending

In ancient times when there was no extraordinary power, ordinary armies would often collapse if their casualties on the battlefield exceeded 10%. Those that could maintain their fighting spirit despite casualties exceeding 30% could be called strong armies.

In the world of mountains and seas, there is extraordinary top-down control, so it is naturally easier to implement a certain will.

However, this does not mean that the people below do not have their own ideas.

At the beginning of the crusade, all the people from the four forces fought bravely to be the first. The strong and talented ones took the lead in charging and fighting on the front line. In return, they also received generous rewards.

But as time went on, as the number of casualties grew, and as one strong man and genius after another died, some people finally couldn't bear it anymore and began to get scared.

As a result, the number of people who actively stepped onto the battlefield gradually decreased, and various excuses began to appear. Later, even each school and faction had to share the quotas in order to complete the tasks assigned by the superiors.

In order to protect their own talented disciples, the situation of "impersonation" occurred, and some cannon fodder were pushed into the battlefield. If they were unlucky, they would die. If they were lucky enough to complete the task, the rewards they received had nothing to do with these cannon fodder, and the credit naturally belonged to those talented disciples.

Once this kind of thing starts, it can never be stopped, because it is not something that can be tolerated in the first place, so only when everyone participates can it be considered fair.

However, no one in this world is a fool, and no one is willing to die for others for no reason, especially when they have to bear the misfortune themselves while others get the benefits.

In a short period of time, several large-scale escapes broke out among the four forces. Although they were quickly suppressed by strong people, the seeds of unrest had been planted and quickly took root, sprouted, and grew vigorously.

For those large sects, sacrificing some insignificant peasants to achieve their goals will naturally make them huge profits.

But for those cannon fodders who are pushed onto the battlefield, they want to try their best to live even if their own lives are worthless. If they cannot even meet this most basic requirement, they don’t mind going crazy before dying.

On an ordinary warship, the top leaders of the four forces gathered together.

The Immortal Saint looked around. The more than ten people gathered here were already the most powerful people in the Mountain and Sea Realm, except for the four on the Gaotian battlefield. It can be said that every one of them had the powerful energy to shake one of the four forces.

The Immortal Saint said straight to the point, "At this point in the war, I believe you all have a clear understanding of the Hunter. If we can't eliminate it in this battle, I'm afraid there will be no place for you and me in the future of the Mountain and Sea Realm."

If it were a few months ago, there would definitely be people who scoffed and thought that the Immortal Saint was exaggerating, but now, everyone looked solemn and remained silent.

Seeing this, the Immortal Saint felt relieved and continued, "I think it's time for us to put aside our past prejudices and truly work together!"

After another moment of silence, someone finally asked, "What are you going to do?"

The Immortal Saint said in a deep voice: "Hide us, use the combat power used to defend against others, and defeat the hunters with overwhelming advantage!"

"This battle cannot be dragged on any longer. I'm sure you all have made a judgment on this point."

The four forces have been fighting each other for so many years. Even if they temporarily unite because of a common enemy, it is impossible for them to truly work together wholeheartedly without any selfish motives.

Everyone knew that they each had some trump cards reserved to guard against other forces.

At this time, seeing that the momentum was not right, they did not care about anything else in order to win the battle.

After a brief exchange among the four factions, the Netherworld God Emperor spoke first, "We agree!"

The Demon Emperor Moye immediately stated: "I, the Demonic Path, also agree!"

Changshengxian sighed inwardly and said, "The demon tribe agrees!"

At this point, the proposal was passed.

Just two days later, four powerful auras rose simultaneously from thousands of miles away on all sides of the island, carrying tremendous force and rushing towards the island.

There was some commotion on the battleship at first, but it was soon drowned out by violent cheers.

High in the sky, Emperor Huanglong looked at Melen and sneered, "Melen, you are indeed extremely talented, but, so what? Our foundation is enough to completely crush you!"

Mellen also smiled and said, "That may not be the case!"

Then, Mellen changed his previous passive response and took the initiative to attack.

He punched out, and the power gathered in the fist exploded, directly shattering the sky.

Emperor Huanglong wielded his magic sword, and the edge of the immortal weapon was so sharp that it further split the broken sky. The rules and power contained in Melen's attack were also "killed".

Mellen remained unmoved, gathering even greater strength to deliver a second punch.

Emperor Huanglong raised his brows. Their reinforcements would arrive in an instant, so he naturally didn't want to fight Mellen to death. He flashed and tried to get out of the attack range of Mellen.

But at this moment, a golden light swept across, and the sky and the earth seemed to be reflected in a long golden river. Under the wash of the golden river, the figure of Emperor Huanglong suddenly paused, and then turned around like a video rewind.