Chapter 810 When Would This End?



The soldiers bristled at the demon's words, their bodies trembling with a mix of rage and adrenaline. Their grip on their weapons tightened, knuckles turning white, as their determination to protect their homeland burned even brighter.

General Qin Mo's voice, laden with quiet resolve, pierced through the tension. "Your arrogance blinds you, demon. We may be outnumbered, but we fight with a purpose you will never comprehend. Your taunts only fuel our determination to vanquish you."

The soldiers, their expressions a tapestry of defiance and unwavering loyalty, stood tall beside their leader. Their eyes locked onto the approaching demons, their bodies poised to strike.

In this moment, the air crackled with an intensity that surpassed the mere clash of swords and the cries of battle. It was a clash of wills, a battle between the relentless determination of humanity and the arrogance of those who sought to extinguish it.

And so, with a thunderous battle cry that shook the very foundations of their beings, General Qin Mo and his soldiers charged forward, their hearts ablaze with a resolute fury. The clash of steel against steel, the cries of triumph and agony, reverberated through the battlefield.

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The battlefield erupted into chaos as the clash between humans and demons reached its peak. The air crackled with the stench of blood and the acrid scent of magic. Cold weapons glinted in the dim light, held tightly in the hands of determined fighters on both sides.

Demons, with their otherworldly powers, unleashed spells that danced through the air with deadly precision. Fire erupted in bursts, engulfing the battlefield in roaring flames. The searing heat licked at the humans' flesh, causing them to curse and cry out in agony. They fought through the pain, their faces etched with grim determination, as they swung their weapons with an unwavering resolve.

Amidst the chaos, a gust of wind swept through the battlefield, knocking humans off balance and tearing at their clothes. The fierce wind howled in their ears, drowning out their curses and forcing them to adjust their footing. Yet, they pressed on, their bodies bending and swaying with the force of the tempest, but never breaking.

Water, summoned by the demons, surged forward in powerful torrents. It crashed against the humans, pushing them back with its relentless force. They spluttered and choked as the icy water invaded their lungs, their curses intermingled with desperate gasps for air. Yet, even as they struggled against the suffocating embrace of the water, their determination burned bright, fueling their fight.

Ice formed in jagged spikes, piercing the air and impaling unfortunate souls who were caught off guard. Blood mixed with the frost, staining the once-pristine ice with a gruesome red hue. The humans, their bodies adorned with cuts and bruises, fought with unyielding resilience. Their movements were swift and calculated, dodging the icy projectiles and retaliating with deadly precision.

Vulgar insults and mocking jeers filled the air as humans and demons locked eyes, each filled with a mixture of contempt and defiance. Amidst the chaos of battle, their voices rose above the clash of weapons, spitting out words that cut as deeply as any blade.

"Demon scum! Is this the best you can do?" a human warrior roared, his face contorted with rage and exhaustion. He swung his sword with a fierce determination, slicing through the air as he lunged at his demonic adversary.

The demon sneered, its eyes ablaze with a twisted amusement. "Pathetic human filth! Your feeble attempts at resistance amuse me. Prepare to be annihilated!"

Their bodies moved with a grace born from countless battles, each strike met with a counterattack, each parry met with a swift retaliation. Their movements were a deadly dance, a symphony of steel meeting flesh, and sparks flying in the darkness.

As the battle continue, bodies fell on both sides, leaving a trail of carnage in their wake. The ground beneath their feet became slick with blood, turning the once lush grass into a crimson sea. Yet, amidst the horror and the chaos, the humans fought on, their spirits unyielding, their curses resounding through the air.

General Qin Mo stood amidst the chaos of the battlefield, his eyes blazing with determination. With each command he issued, his voice cut through the cacophony of battle, rallying his soldiers and directing their movements. His words were firm and resolute, driving them forward with an unwavering purpose. "Form a defensive line! Hold your ground!" he bellowed, his voice carrying the weight of authority.

The soldiers, their bodies battered and bruised, obeyed without hesitation, forming a wall of steel and determination against the onslaught of demons.

Even as he issued orders, General Qin Mo unleashed a torrent of destruction upon the demonic horde. His fists moved with lightning speed, striking demons with bone-shattering force. With each punch, heads exploded like ripe watermelons, sending a spray of gore into the air.

The sheer power behind his blows was enough to send demons hurtling through the air, their bodies crashing into their comrades with bone-crushing impact. A demon lunged at General Qin Mo, its claws slashing through the air with deadly intent. In a split second,

General Qin Mo evaded the attack with a swift sidestep, his body fluid and graceful. With a powerful kick, he drove his heel into the demon's chest, the impact sinking deep into its body. The demon was launched backward, crashing into a cluster of its brethren with a sickening thud.

As General Qin Mo fought, his facial expression remained focused and unyielding. His brows furrowed with determination, his eyes fixed on his enemies with a piercing intensity. There was no room for doubt or hesitation in his gaze, only a steely resolve that burned like fire.

Amidst the chaos of battle, as the clash of steel and the screams of the dying echoed around him, General Qin Mo's mind was not consumed solely by the violence unfolding before him.

Questions lingered in the recesses of his thoughts, gnawing at his consciousness. "When will this end?" he wondered silently.

The weight of the war bore heavily upon his shoulders, a burden that seemed insurmountable. He pondered the toll it had taken on his soldiers, their lives sacrificed for the sake of defending their kingdom.

Doubt crept into his mind, whispering the possibility of failure, of an unending cycle of violence and death. But General Qin Mo did not allow doubt to cloud his resolve. He pushed it aside, locking it away in the depths of his being. There was no time for self-doubt in the heat of battle.

His duty was clear—to lead his troops, to fight with every ounce of his strength, and to protect his people.

General Qin Mo unleashed another barrage of devastating attacks. His fists blazed through the air, his kicks struck with unerring accuracy. Demons fell before him, their bodies broken and lifeless. Each strike was a testament to his unwavering commitment and indomitable spirit.