Limitless Evolution: I Have Infinite Potential.

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"Strange… could it be an attack from the Ghost Clan?" A general's face turned pale with shock.

Just as the words left his mouth, a deputy burst into the military tent, his expression tense.

"Reporting to His Highness the Crown Prince! There's a new situation outside — you must come at once!"

"Another trick from the Ghost Clan?" The Crown Prince's chest tightened as he strode out of the tent with several generals in tow.

When their eyes landed on the enormous, otherworldly beast soaring through the clouds, riding the fierce winds, their expressions froze in disbelief.

"What… what kind of creature is that?" One general felt a chill run down his spine. "Why is there something like this in our Great Zhou? Sound the alarm and prepare for battle!"

"Wait! Don't act rashly. That's the divine beast Kunpeng!" the Crown Prince barked, his eyes wide with both awe and dread.

But what startled him even more was the sight of a figure atop Kunpeng's back, proudly holding aloft the flag of Great Zhou.

"Wait — I know him! That's Commander Wang of the Tiger Leopard Cavalry!" one of the generals exclaimed after a closer look.

"What?!"

Everyone stared in astonishment.

Wang Defa raised the flag high, letting it billow proudly in the wind, his heart surging with exhilaration.

As Kunpeng descended above the military encampment, Wang Defa leaped down, landing heavily on one knee.

"Commander of the Tiger Leopard Cavalry, Wang Defa, greets His Highness the Crown Prince!"

The Crown Prince stepped forward, his voice urgent.

"Commander Wang, what's the meaning of this? Does this divine beast have ties to our Great Zhou?"

Wang Defa answered solemnly,

"Your Highness, this divine beast has a master, and that senior has agreed to aid our Great Zhou!"

A gasp swept through the gathered men.

Who in the entire Eastern Domain could possibly command Kunpeng as a mount?

The Crown Prince's heart raced, though it wasn't just the beast that unsettled him — it was the promise of help.

"Commander Wang, is this true? Is that senior truly willing to assist our Great Zhou in this time of crisis?"

"Without a doubt!"

The Crown Prince's heart lifted. With such an ally, perhaps there was still hope for Great Zhou.

"What is the senior's name? When this is over, Great Zhou will see him rewarded handsomely!"

Wang Defa clasped his hands.

"Reporting to Your Highness, that senior's name is Ye Junlin."

The Crown Prince's breath caught. His pulse skipped, and he hesitated before asking in a lowered voice,

"Ye… Ye Junlin? The white-haired killing god of the Xuantian Sect?"

Wang Defa quickly lowered his voice as well,

"Your Highness, please be cautious with your words. Venerable Ye's temperament is not as the rumors suggest. He is actually quite easy-going."

But no one was buying that.

After all, hadn't the Yuhua Sect lost a hundred thousand cultivators at his hand, including eighteen Great Ascension Elders? That was no rumor — it was fact.

The Crown Prince drew a deep breath, stepped forward, and respectfully clasped his hands.

"The Crown Prince of Great Zhou pays respects to Venerable Ye!"

He dared not show even a hint of arrogance. If Ye Junlin took offense, the entire capital could be reduced to dust with a wave of his hand. Even with six hundred thousand troops, they probably weren't enough to be his footstool.

Suddenly, a thunderous roar echoed from the distant horizon.

A vast tide of black mist surged like a monstrous wave. Eighty thousand ghostly beings charged forward, clad in ancient, tattered armor, wielding jagged weapons. Their grotesque faces twisted with malice, and blood-red eyes gleamed in the darkness.

"Hahaha! You pathetic humans, if you know what's good for you, surrender now and offer yourselves as sacrifices to the Ghost Clan!"

The sky reverberated with eerie, mocking laughter.

The Crown Prince's face darkened, but before he could speak, Kunpeng's gruff voice sounded from above,

"Enough of this! You two — handle them."

"Yes, Master!"

In a flash, Hong Qianye and Li Wujie shot forward, transforming into streaks of light as they charged the ghost army.

Behind the ghost ranks, ten powerful figures cloaked in black mist observed quietly.

"Ridiculous," one scoffed. "Why waste so much effort on conquering a mere mortal kingdom like Great Zhou?"

"Don't underestimate them," another replied. "Dynasties are often protected by national fortune. Even the Ghost King treads carefully and wants to gauge the strength of Great Zhou's Emperor first."

"No matter. It's eighty thousand against sixty thousand — we have the numbers."

"And don't forget, the forces of the Underworld Abyss are all moving together this time. If our Ghost Clan doesn't seize the opportunity, we'll fall behind. Our future depends on this campaign."

"Indeed. Once the rulers of the Eastern Domain shift, those who earned merit here will hold sway."

At the vanguard, Hong Qianye and Li Wujie landed gracefully ahead of the ghost army, facing the oncoming tide of fiends.

"Brother Hong," Li Wujie grinned, his lips curling in anticipation. "My swordplay's a bit lacking lately, so allow me to go first."

With that, he unsheathed his pitch-black longsword.

In that instant, Li Wujie's aura shifted from carefree swordsman to merciless executioner.

"Cut!"

The word cracked through the air like thunder.

A streak of dark sword energy swept out, devouring the ghostly ranks in its path.

"Ahhhh!"

Screams tore through the mist.

The ghosts recoiled in terror. Who was this terrifying human?

In a single slash, ten thousand fell!

Li Wujie exhaled deeply. Even then, he felt the strike had yet to reach perfection.

Boom!

Beside him, a terrifying aura burst forth like a volcano. The temperature spiked sharply, drying the air.

Hong Qianye's magic power surged, his black hair whipping in the heat. His presence was suffocating.

He formed a seal with one hand and extended two fingers.

Crimson-golden flames ignited across the sky, rippling through the void itself.

"Ahhhh!"

Wherever the flames passed, ghosts wailed in agony, reduced to ash in an instant.

"Quick, stop him!" dozens of Unity Stage ghost generals cried out in horror, combining their powers in a desperate attempt to hold back the fire.

It was useless.

One by one, they fell, consumed by the blazing inferno.

In the blink of an eye, forty thousand of the seventy thousand ghosts were gone.

It was a massacre.

"Brother Hong, your methods are incredible," Li Wujie laughed. "I'm thoroughly impressed."

Hong Qianye's lips curled faintly in satisfaction.

Even if that shameless guy managed to recruit a monster like Ye Junlin, he, Hong Qianye, would always be the strongest senior brother.

"Let's finish this quickly. No need to let others laugh at us," Hong Qianye said casually.

Whoosh!

A moment later, he charged forward, wreathed in blazing flames, leaving scorched earth in his wake.

Li Wujie nodded, his face solemn.

"Brother Hong is right. We can't tarnish our Master's name."

He raised his sword and followed, tearing into the ghost army.

Under their relentless assault, the ghostly forces crumbled rapidly.

Watching the devastation, the Great Zhou soldiers turned pale, their limbs trembling.

"Monsters," a general whispered, his forehead slick with sweat.

The Crown Prince felt his scalp tingle. His face twitched involuntarily.

As expected — the white-haired killing god's disciples were cut from the same cloth.

What should have been a brutal, desperate battle turned one-sided in mere moments.

"Damn it! Who are these two humans?!"

From the black mist, the ten ghost commanders cursed in shock.

"They must be the Great Zhou Dynasty's hidden trump cards!"

"We can't let them live. They'll ruin everything!"

"No one interferes with the Ghost Clan's plans!"

"Attack!"

At that moment, Hong Qianye decimated thousands of ghosts with a single sweep of his hand. He sensed something approaching and looked over, a cold smile forming on his lips.

"So, the interesting ones finally show up."

Boom…

A deafening roar shook the sky.

Ten towering figures surged into view, cloaked in thick ghostly mist. Ancient armor etched with sinister runes gleamed dully, and their hands gripped vicious weapons — blades, spears, and halberds alike.

"What terrifying auras… those must be the ghost commanders!" the Crown Prince gasped.

All ten were at least at mid-Great Ascension, with one already at the pinnacle!

"You two humans, prepare to die!"

The first to strike was a green-haired ghost commander, thrusting a pitch-black halberd.

"Haha! Perfect warm-up!" Li Wujie grinned wickedly, eager to test his limits.

He unleashed his sword technique without hesitation.

The blade aura tore through the sky, severing the void.

Clang!

The green-haired commander's halberd snapped in half. A searing pain tore through his chest as green blood gushed out.

His heart froze in terror.

Since when did Unity Stage cultivators from the Human Race possess this kind of overwhelming strength?

Such cross-realm combat prowess hadn't appeared in the Underworld Abyss in countless years.

"Not dead? Then let's fix that." Li Wujie frowned slightly, unwilling to leave it unfinished.

He gathered all his strength and swung again.

A flash of sword light split the sky.

Boom.

The green-haired commander didn't even have time to scream before being obliterated by the sword's force.

"What?!"

The remaining nine ghost commanders were stunned.

The Crown Prince and his generals were speechless, their minds reeling.

"Even Venerable Ye's disciples are this terrifying…"

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