The junction of Tianluo Province and Cangyan Province. Forest of Magical Sounds. South.

The wind blew from all directions, blowing the snow on the trees that had not been destroyed and the snowflakes in the air. No one could tell the direction of the wind anymore, only the waves of snow rolling back and forth under the thick dark clouds. As far as the eye could see, twenty paces away, there was almost nothing to be seen except for the white expanse of ice and snow.

On the outskirts of the forest, many trees and shrubs had been destroyed under the attack, and they were scattered and crooked, some of them only half of which were left, and some of which were not even rooted. Countless rotten branches and broken wood chips were scattered all over the place, surrounding the corpses of people and spirit beasts in the middle, and some of the mutilated limbs were still dripping with blood beads. Blood of different colors mixed together, staining the ground with a mixture of sand and snow. Around them, there are also a number of destroyed weapons and armor scattered. At a glance, you can see that there was once a battle between humans and spirit beasts here.

A shrill whistling sound came from the depths of the forest, sometimes strong, sometimes weak, intermittent. A spirit master with a little experience could hear that these howls were definitely not made by a spirit beast, at least five or six spirit beasts.

At this moment, stationed here is an infantry regiment in the Standing Army of Tianluo Province. In addition to treating the wounded and covering their retreating logistics troops, the main forces of the three battalions were all on the outskirts of the forest, relying on the trenches and natural terrain to set up their positions, ready to meet the rioting spirit beasts at any time. Two heavy battalions were responsible for defense at the front, and one musket battalion was at the rear for long-range attacks.

This infantry regiment of more than 1,000 people was almost entirely composed of ordinary people, except for the regiment commander who was a third-order first-order spirit master and the three battalion commanders who were second-order seventh-order spirit masters, there were only a dozen or so low-level spirit masters who were less than second-order and third-order spirit masters. Half an hour ago, they had just repelled the attack of a handful of low-level spirit beasts that had rushed out of the forest, losing hundreds of people and killing nearly a hundred ordinary spirit beasts and second-order spirit beasts.

"Commander!"

A herald galloped in from behind. He rolled and dismounted, jumped into the trench, and ran briskly to the front of the trench. In just a few seconds, he ran to the front of the trench, stood in front of the regimental commander in bronze chain mail, a gray cloak, and a lieutenant colonel's epaulette on his shoulder, and quickly saluted.

"Why haven't the reinforcements arrived yet?" the regimental commander blushed, not even looking at the herald. A knife-like wind swept across his lanky cheeks, blowing the mustache on his chin from side to side.

"Report to the regimental commander!" the herald shouted at the top of his throat, "The provincial military headquarters replied that the provincial standing army is currently insufficient to send reinforcements! And does not agree with the retreat of our troops! The front-line troops agree to send reinforcements from the Spirit Division, which will arrive in about an hour to two hours!"

"What?!"

The regimental commander's eyes widened suddenly, and he punched the trench beside him, shattering a stone embedded in the trench.

"It took an hour or two to arrive? What are you doing? Crawl here?! Don't they know that my army is basically all ordinary people? What if a mid-level or even high-level spirit beast hits us?

The soldiers and staff officers on the side watched their superiors be furious and did not dare to speak.

"You...... You go back first. The regimental commander waved his hand impatiently.

"Yes, Commander!" the herald saluted again and hurried back.

"Huh!"

The regimental commander spat fiercely into the trench, shook his head half angrily and half helplessly, raised his head, and looked at the forest ahead. The wind blew stronger and stronger, blowing the debris and wood slag on the ground in front of it. The blood mixed together coagulated under the action of the cold air, freezing into a large piece of ice.

The whistling gradually weakened. Not only the regimental commander, but every spirit master felt that the howl was gradually weakening as if there was a leader with a certain amount of wisdom commanding it. After less than a minute, there was only one sound left—one so low that it could not be heard, or even heard, without pricking up one's ears. It was a bit like the "hiss" of a snake's mouth and a bit like the "buzzing" sound of a mosquito, and it was difficult for low-level spirit masters to tell what it was.

At this moment, the regimental commander's expression became more and more ugly. He felt that a powerful momentum and the pressure of many spiritual power fluctuations were rising from the depths of the forest, clutching his heart like an invisible hand, making it difficult for him to breathe. He immediately released his martial spirit and spirit circle, increasing the speed of the spiritual power in his body to the fastest. His martial spirit was a cross-shaped one-handed long sword, the hilt was bronze, the body was silver-gray, and the tip of the sword was faintly glowing with a little white light. He held his sword in his right hand and beckoned to the soldiers behind him with his left hand, and gave a loud order: "The enemy is coming!

Not only him, but the three battalion commanders under him also felt the powerful momentum emerging from the forest. The three immediately conveyed an order for the entire regiment to enter a combat state.

Two heavy battalions took the lead. Hoplites, dressed in heavy armor and armed with heavy weapons, lined up in neat formations, leaped out of the trenches in rows and formed battle formations in front of the trenches. Shieldmen with two giant shields are at the front, and melee infantry with two-handed swords and two-handed battle axes line the flanks. The spearmen hid in the back row, ready to sneak up on the enemy's vital points through the gaps between the shieldmen.

The musket battalion followed closely behind, rapidly advancing from the rear of the trenches to the front, and under the command of the commanders, in squads, quickly stood in position, loaded their ammunition, and adjusted their crosshairs. The three True Attribute Spirit Masters who majored in Psychic Power began to cast spells at the same time, increasing the crosshairs of the entire Musket Battalion to offset the drop in accuracy due to the blizzard as much as possible.

"Uhhh

A trumpet-like scream rang out from the depths of the forest. Several sound waves, formed entirely by spiritual power, came from different directions in the depths of the forest, enveloping the soldiers.

"Ahh

"Uh-"

"Hmm-"

The invisible but seemingly qualitative sound wave instantly drilled into the eardrums of every soldier. Every ordinary soldier instantly felt a splitting headache, his chest tightened, and there was a murmur in his ears. Some of the slightly weaker musketeers even hallucinated in front of their eyes, and their vision began to blur. The battle formation immediately began to stagger, as if it was about to collapse into chaos. Many soldiers began to shake under their feet, and even fell directly to the ground.

"Don't mess up! Calm down!" the regimental leader raised the cross-sword in his hand into the air, releasing a sharp wave of spiritual power, trying to block the invisible and untouchable sound waves.

The sound of footsteps, noisy roars, and terrible howls sounded at the same time at this moment, from far and near.

In just a few seconds, more than a dozen slender agile spirit beasts rushed out of the middle of the forest and attacked the heavily armed group in front of them in three directions. The demonic cheetah covered with strange patterns, the gray coyote with fur as thick as pine and cypress branches, the green-skinned wild dog with a pointed head and a round body, and the unicorn cow with a horn as big as its limbs on its small head, all released abundant spiritual power fluctuations. They were all in a state of euphoria, their eyes turned blood-red, and their mouths let out a low whistling sound.

Behind them, were more than a dozen flying spirit beasts. Several steel-winged birds flew in front, their knife-sharp gray feathers faintly shining with silver light. Behind them were several flying snakes covered in thick cyan scales, flying low on two wing-like movable scales on either side of the lower abdomen. It stands to reason that under this blizzard, there should be no flying spirit beasts. But the wind and the blizzard didn't seem to exist at all, and they didn't have any effect at all.

After that, it is the main force of the Spirit Beast Legion. All kinds of aggressive spirit beasts swarmed up, and a large area of black pressure was suppressed, including almost all kinds of spirit beasts in the entire Demon Sound Forest. They were all in a state of intense euphoria, screaming in their mouths, their eyes blood-red, and they didn't even care about bumping into each other or trampling on each other. Many mutilated trunks and roots were knocked off and shattered by them, and even some relatively intact trees were also destroyed by them.

"Stop them!" the regimental commander yelled hoarsely, almost bursting his throat. He raised the cross sword in his hand again, and slashed into the air with two oblique wave blades.

Hundreds of muskets spewed out bright flames at the same time, passing through the space that the shield array had deliberately left behind. But under the interference of the sound waves, many of the muskets missed, and they didn't hit a single hair of the spirit beast at all. Many more musketeers have not even broken free from their confusion or even their coma.

Dozens of spirit beasts were like dozens of rays of light, burrowing into the shield armor array in the front row, instantly breaking through several gaps in the shield armor array. They swung their claws one after another, opening their fangs, stirring up a few bright rays of blood. With a burst of screams, more than a dozen soldiers with weak defenses fell one after another.

"Up!" The regimental commander's eyes were also full of bright red bloodshots, and he raised his cross-sword and led the charge. The remaining spirit masters followed behind him, and at the same time released the spirit circle, releasing all their spiritual power. A silver aura was released from the cross-sword, enveloping most of the soldiers of the heavy battalion.

In an instant, the cold light staggered, the spiritual power surged, the blood light splashed, and the screams were one after another. Ordinary soldiers were constantly falling to the ground under the attacks of the excited spirit beasts, and the ground beneath them was stained red little by little with blood. Under the effect of that strange sound wave, whether it is ordinary greatswords and axes, or spears and muskets, their lethality has greatly decreased. But none of the soldiers who were still awake flinched.

A golden ball of light suddenly appeared in the sky. It shone like the sun, and in an instant it moved above the battlefield. Four balls of light of different colors split off from it and fell towards the center of the battlefield