As the officers marveled at Ling Feng's tactics, the battlefield took another dramatic turn!
"Look! General Ling has sent out scouts and pinpointed Wu Ku's position. That old fox is about to meet his end!" The dark-faced general pointed at the glowing battlefield projection.
Truthfully, Ling Feng's strategy had never changed—overwhelm the enemy with sheer numbers. Now, his forces held absolute dominance, crushing everything in their path. By all accounts, Wu Ku was doomed.
"Don't underestimate Wu Ku," warned a general close to Wu Ku. "That old man has plenty of tricks left. Mark my words—he still has a chance."
Inside the sand table's illusory space, Wu Ku sat rigidly in his command tent, his situation growing desperate. Ling Feng now had full vision of the battlefield, leaving Wu Ku's headquarters completely exposed.
"You think you can crush me? Hehe, you're still wet behind the ears, boy!"
A plan flashed in Wu Ku's mind. With a thought, he rearranged his forces—his decades of experience making the adjustments seamless.
Soon, a thunderous rumble echoed as over a million Tianbai soldiers surged forward, their killing intent unstoppable. They aimed to flank Ling Feng's army, cutting through its sides.
"This terrain is narrow. Your four million troops can't form proper ranks—your lines will stretch thin. Hehe, I'll make sure half of you die before you even reach me!"
Wu Ku's eyes burned with confidence. His tent sat beyond a narrow valley—the only approach forced Ling Feng's army into a single file. With his own forces positioned on the cliffs above, he could inflict devastating losses.
But the moment his troops moved, Ling Feng's light cavalry intercepted them.
Wu Ku's forces found themselves blocked at every turn. His grand encirclement had failed before it even began.
Wu Ku's stomach dropped. He realized Ling Feng had left small detachments behind after each breakthrough—thousands of soldiers watching every possible route. Now, they delayed his army long enough for Ling Feng's main force to march through the valley unscathed.
"Bastard! Damn it all!"
Frustration boiled inside him. He had faced countless cunning foes, but never one —where every move was anticipated before he made it.
His troops eventually slaughtered Ling Feng's scouts, but it was too late. Ling Feng's army had already crossed the heavenly barrier of the valley, planting their banners atop its heights.
War horns blared as Ling Feng reformed his formations. Though some of Wu Ku's forces arrived in time to harass them, they only inflicted 200,000 casualties—far from the half Wu Ku had promised.
After assessing losses, Ling Feng camped along a mountain range, stationing fifty thousand elites to guard the valley's rear.
No further attacks came.
Ling Feng wasn't reckless. Wu Ku's elite heavy beast cavalry hadn't appeared yet—proof the old fox still had traps waiting. Charging blindly would be suicide.
In an instant, the entire sand table map fell silent. Ling Feng's army, as if entering a dormant state, became eerily still.
Wu Ku soon learned Ling Feng's location through his scouts. The Boneyard was a relatively open area beyond Qingtian Fortress, nestled within a sprawling low mountain range—the perfect battleground for large armies.
By choosing this place, Ling Feng was declaring his intent for a final showdown.
Wu Ku frowned. Compared to Ling Feng, his forces had suffered far fewer losses. And with the advantage of conserving their strength while the enemy tired themselves out, victory was still well within reach.
Though the sand table space was illusionary, it simulated real war perfectly—even tracking fatigue.
His elite heavy beast cavalry and Silverwing Griffin Legion remained untouched.
This battle could still be won!
"Final showdown! Final showdown! FINAL SHOWDOWN!"
Ling Feng's troops roared, their voices shaking the clouds.
After repeated clashes, Wu Ku understood—schemes didn't work against Ling Feng. The boy's instincts were too sharp.
The only way to win was head-on.
Outmatch him with experience!
"Fight!" Wu Ku growled.
"FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!"
His own army bellowed in response. Two elite forces now raced toward the Boneyard for their final clash!
The earth trembled as countless soldiers of the Tianbai Empire thundered forward.
Wu Ku's million-strong army formed ranks atop a hill, facing Ling Feng's forces across the field.
War horns blared simultaneously from both sides, their murderous auras colliding in the skies.
Two tides of soldiers charged downhill, meeting in the Graveyard for their last, bloody battle.
Inside the command tent, every officer stared at the glowing projection, breaths held.
The battle-hardened Wu Ku?
Or Ling Feng, the rising War Lord?
The answer would soon be decided.