Chen Hao hurriedly pulled out a few tissues from the coffee table and squatted down to wipe the coffee off the floor.

Yet his eyes remained fixed on the projected screen.

In the footage, Lin Feng was still rampaging through the Yellow Turban Army's formation.

Purple light swirled around him as his spear struck like a dragon; every horizontal sweep sent a group flying.

Those Yellow Turban soldiers fell in swathes like wheat being harvested.

Those fleeing or throwing down their weapons to run for their lives—the dense military formation had completely disintegrated.

"Even Dynasty Warriors with three thousand kills isn't this fierce..." Chen Hao muttered. He wiped haphazardly a couple of times with the tissues, then simply threw the wet clump into the trash can and sat back down on the sofa.

The bullet chat had already gone wild.

【Is he playing a game???】

【One person killing five thousand, am I dreaming?】

【Lin Feng: So you're the one they call the Nightmare Tide?】

【Yellow Turban Army: We came to besiege the city, not to feed...】

【Look at that Yellow Turban Fierce General, he's running! He's running in the opposite direction!】

【Even the officers are fleeing; there's no way to fight this battle.】

Chen Hao's grin reached his ears as his fingers quickly tapped out a bullet comment: "Enemy shame, I will strip his clothes!"

He laughed to himself after sending it. This comment was swallowed by the overwhelming wave of "Lin Feng is awesome" messages, without even making a splash.

He didn't mind. Leaning back on the sofa with his hands behind his head and his legs crossed, he watched that purple figure darting back and forth through the crumbling Yellow Turban Army.

The Yellow Turban Army had completely collapsed. They were either dead or fleeing, having even abandoned their weapons.

The hundred Beacon Guards on the city walls didn't even have time to act. They stood behind the battlements, gripping their halberds with mouths agape, like a hundred statues.

Lin Feng stood with his spear retracted amidst a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, the purple light gradually fading. There was no one left standing around him.

The bullet chat was still scrolling, but the mood suddenly shifted.

【Quick, go to the Korea Jinzhou City livestream!】

【Jinzhou City is being besieged by a quadruple Level 4 Nightmare Tide!】

【Korea is about to be wiped out!!!】

【Wasn't it double? Why is Jinzhou City quadruple?】

【I don't know! But they really can't hold on over there!】

Message after message, densely packed, flooded the entire bullet chat area.

Chen Hao froze for a moment. He swiped twice on the virtual touchpad and switched to the Korea Jinzhou City livestream.

The moment the screen switched, he felt as if something had gripped his entire being.

The walls of Jinzhou City were burning.

The forty-meter-high walls were twice as tall as those of Beacon Fire Town, stretching for sixty li, seemingly endless.

But now, almost every inch of those walls was smoking and bleeding.

The walls were packed with people: Goryeo Infantry in leather armor and Korean Awakened wielding short swords and long spears.

There were also ordinary citizens wearing various clothes, without even proper equipment.

People were pressed against each other, crowded so tightly there was no room even to turn around.

Below the walls was an even denser mass of enemy troops.

They weren't the Yellow Turban Army. They were samurai in black iron armor, wearing helmets and carrying long spears.

Their ranks were orderly and silent as iron, like a tide of black water crashing against the walls wave after wave.

【Mikawa Samurai · Level 15】

Someone in the bullet chat recognized them.

【Tokugawa Ieyasu's Mikawa Samurai! This is a Level 4 Nightmare Tide!】

【Quadruple! Four times the troops! At least eighty thousand men!】

【How many Awakened does Korea even have in total?】

【Jinzhou City has a standing army of ten thousand. Plus the resident Awakened, it's about two hundred and seventy to eighty thousand. But most are below Level 10...】

【Level 10s fighting Level 15 Mikawa Samurai? ~Nоvеl𝕚ght~ Isn't that just suicide?】

Chen Hao's pupils constricted slightly.

The battle on the walls was even more brutal than he had imagined. The Mikawa Samurai's siege ladders were even taller than the walls.

The tops of the ladders were fitted with iron hooks; once they latched onto the battlements, they bit in so firmly they couldn't be pushed off.

Black figures vaulted over from the ladders one after another; every time a spear thrust out, someone was bound to fall.

Korea had many Awakened, but their levels were too low.

Seven or eight people would surround and hack at a single Mikawa Samurai, but their blades only left white marks on the iron armor.

Yet when that samurai thrust his spear, it could pierce right through a person's chest.

They were filling the gaps with lives. One fell, and two took their place.

Two fell, and five took their place. The walls were covered in corpses, blood, and the screams of the dying.

But no one retreated.

Chen Hao noticed a light. A pale golden glow radiated from the Wonder effect in the center of Jinzhou City—Will of No Retreat—shrouding the entire city.

It was a massive stone stele engraved with two lines: "Beneath this city lie thirty thousand bones; how can we retreat even half a step!"

【Will of No Retreat · Wonder Aura】

When HP is below 40%, it automatically triggers the "Fight to the Death" effect—ignoring pain, HP +400.

The blood-soaked Korean Awakened on the walls all had bloodshot eyes.

Some had their arms hacked off but gripped their blades with the other hand, still charging forward. 𝕗𝐫𝐞𝕖𝕨𝐞𝗯𝚗𝕠𝘃𝐞𝚕.𝐜𝗼𝚖

Some had their bellies pierced; they stuffed their spilling intestines back in and continued hacking.

Some were riddled with arrows but still stood before the battlements, using their bodies to block the samurai climbing up.

The bullet chat quieted down significantly.

There was no mockery, no schadenfreude.

【This is too tragic...】

【Is this what a Level 4 Nightmare Tide is like...】

【They won't hold out. Too few people, levels too low...】

【Will of No Retreat... they really haven't retreated...】

Chen Hao said nothing. He stared at the screen, his fingers gripping the sofa cushion until his knuckles turned white.

The battle in the air was even more intense. Over a dozen figures darted and collided above Jinzhou City; every impact exploded with blinding light, the shockwaves even overturning several siege ladders below.

That was Korea's strongest force: Choi Jeong-won, a Level 39 Warrior and Lord of Jinzhou City, wielding a giant flaming sword.

Two Level 39 Deputy Lords—one wielding a battle-axe, the other dual blades.

Priest Lee, Level 39, Korea's number one beauty priest; the white light from her staff never ceased for a moment.

There were also two Level 39 non-lord Enshrined Experts—one holding a giant shield, the other a short spear.

Their opponents were twelve black figures. Their faces were indistinguishable, showing only black armor and blood-red eyes. Each one was Level 39.

Twelve Level 39s against six Level 39s.

Before Chen Hao could even clearly see the black figures' moves, three figures plummeted from the sky.

They weren't forced back; they were shot down.

Like three meteors trailing long tails of flame, they crashed into the streets of Jinzhou City.

Priest Lee. The Shield Enshrined Expert. The Spear Enshrined Expert.

All three were killed.

The bullet chat went completely insane.

【No no no no no!!!】

【Priest Lee!!!】

【Three Level 39s, all gone???】

【It's over, it's over, it's over. Korea is finished...】

【Please, no...】

The comments from Korean netizens were now illegible, densely packed like a tsunami of despair.

Some were crying, some were cursing, some were praying, and some had already given up.