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Even the tied-up beast captains looked confused. This wasn't part of the plan.

Then, light exploded to the east—five hundred meters behind a thick wall of trees.

Boom.

The ground shook. Birds scattered. The leaves rustled wildly.

And from that clearing, more beasts began pouring out.

Hundreds.

Maybe more.

This wasn't a scouting party.

This was a full beast army.

Their armor glinted in the moonlight. Their weapons were polished. Their formation was clean.

At the front stood a tall, muscular beast—not as bulky as Garuum, but with a sharper, more refined aura. A commander.

He stepped through the gate, sniffed the air… and stopped.

His eyes locked onto the scene ahead.

A ruined camp.

Dozens of his soldiers are lying motionless in the dirt.

Captains are tied up like livestock.

The smell of cooked meat still lingered in the air.

His eyes widened.

He rushed forward. "WHAT HAPPENED HERE?!"

Silence answered him.

He stormed closer.

One of the Shadow members whispered, "Too early… this unit was supposed to arrive tomorrow."

"They're ahead of schedule."

The new commander scanned the battlefield again.

His gaze landed on Garuum—tied to a post, bloodied and broken.

Then his eyes shifted to the humans.

The special unit cultivators stood tall. Calm. Covered in blood—but unharmed.

A silent wall of killers.

They stood between the camp and the new army. Waiting.

That's when the commander snapped.

"THEY SLAUGHTERED THEM!"

He raised a claw high into the air, his spiritual energy erupting in a blazing storm.

"EVERYONE, ATTACK! KILL THEM ALL!"

The beast army roared.

Not in fear.

In fury.

They surged forward like a living tsunami—howling, snarling, shaking the ground as they moved.

The quiet night shattered.

The special units immediately shifted into defense.

The Shadow members vanished, blending into trees and shadows like smoke.

The response was immediate.

The moment the beast army surged forward, the special unit didn't panic.

They didn't move frantically or shout commands. They had trained for this—over and over.

Calm under pressure was what separated them from normal cultivators.

The front lines dropped into a defensive stance, their hands glowing as they activated formation slips embedded in the soil.

With a flash, barrier domes snapped into place like a honeycomb wall.

They weren't made to last forever—but they would slow the charge.

Boom!

The first wave of beast warriors slammed into the barriers.

Claws scrapping, personal weapons struck. Some of the larger ones even tried to leap over them.

But just before they could, the Shadow members struck.

Silent as always.

Dozens of them appeared from the trees and high cliffs, tossing down talisman nets and illusion traps, each designed to confuse, delay, and split the enemy.

One shadow member leaped from a tree, landed behind a charging group, and threw a small orb into the ground.

A burst of dark fog exploded, instantly cutting visibility.

From inside the fog, chaos erupted.

"Where are they?!"

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But it was already too late.

Inside the confusion, special unit members dashed in—quick strikes, no wasted movements.

They picked off the scattered and blind with quiet efficiency.

One beast let out a loud roar, swinging his giant axe wildly.

A Shadow member stepped around him and planted three needles into his spine. The beast dropped.

Meanwhile, the main defense line held strong.

The barrier shimmered with each hit, but it didn't break. Not yet.

Behind the barrier, formation specialists were reinforcing the lines.

Earth-type cultivators began raising mounds and pits to control the battlefield.

Wind-type users sent sharp gusts through enemy ranks, cutting at flesh and armor.

But the beast army kept pushing.

Their commander was still at the back, screaming orders.

"Ignore the traps! Push forward! Break the line!"

But the beasts weren't organized anymore.

Their rage was too raw.

Seeing their comrades dead, their commanders tied up, and their camp desecrated had completely shattered their discipline.

Instead of a formation, it became a mob.

That alone gave the humans the upper hand.

The Shadow members weaved through the battlefield, dropping formation disks that slowed time, sealed Qi, or messed with the beasts' sense of direction.

One beast tried to slash at a cultivator and suddenly found himself facing the wrong way—illusion disk.

Another charged into a clearing only to fall into a spirit pit hidden by a camouflage seal.

It wasn't a fight. It was a system.

A machine.

And the special unit was the blade that cut through chaos.

A few beasts reached the barrier—clawed at it, tried to punch through—but just as one cracked it, two formation lines lit up behind him, and six spears made of spiritual light pierced him from below.

He didn't even get to roar.

From a higher ridge overlooking the whole thing, a squad leader gave the signal.

"Split the flanks!"

The second team of Shadow members activated their scrolls.

The forest around the beast army lit up with a wave of silver light.

Binding formations.

The ground trembled as spirit vines erupted from beneath, latching onto legs and dragging beasts down.

The trap wasn't over.

It had just begun.

In the middle of the chaos, Garuum, still tied to the post, could only watch.

His vision blurry. His chest rising and falling slowly.

"They were… waiting," he muttered. "This wasn't luck. This was a trap… even bigger than I thought…"

His fellow captains lay nearby—some unconscious, some wide-eyed, frozen with shock.

One of the few smart ones whispered, "They planned this down to the second…"

He was right.

The Shadow scouts had already reported the possibility of a reinforcement wave coming through.

This is because their psychic leader may notice them.

So, they had placed backline teams and hidden formations in the trees.

The humans had planned for the second wave.

The beasts had not.

Now, the new army was being eaten from the inside—cut down by an enemy they couldn't even see properly.

And the worst part?

They couldn't regroup.

They couldn't retreat.

Every time they tried to pull back, Shadow members cut them off.

Every time they tried to push forward, barriers held firm, and spear walls answered.

Even their commander, once so confident, now looked shaken.

He tried to pull his units together—shouted names, gave commands—but most couldn't even hear him through the chaos.