It was a two-handed greatsword with a broad blade and a sharp edge, featuring a blood-red gemstone embedded in the crossguard.

Lin Feng dove down, caught the greatsword, and glanced down at its attributes.

【blood-fury war blade (Purple)】

Type: Two-handed Sword · Weapon

Equipment Requirement: Strength ≥ 30

【Basic Attributes: Attack Power +80】

【Strength: +4】

【Special Effect 1: Formation Breaking Slash】

Infuse the blade with brute force and fury, swinging a violent sword qi 300 meters forward.

The sword qi flies out rapidly in a half-moon shape, exploding upon hitting the first enemy in its path, dealing 150% Attack Power physical damage and causing a brief knockback.

Cooldown: 20 seconds.

【Special Effect 2: Fury Accumulation】 (Passive)

Every attack makes your fighting spirit boil. Each hit on an enemy grants one stack of "Fury," increasing Attack Power by 1% per stack, stacking up to 15 times.

When Fury reaches 15 stacks, you enter the "Blood-Fury" state. The Attack Power bonus is locked at 15%, and you gain an additional 10% movement speed bonus for 20 minutes.

"A fine sword."

Lin Feng slung the greatsword onto his back, tightened his grip on the Wildfire Spear, and turned to fly toward the other battlefields.

In the sky, the battle was nearing its end.

The War Lord was besieged by Liu Zhenshan, Ali Khan, and three experts from Russia. His black plate armor was shattered, his twin-bladed battle axe was broken, and his health bar was below twenty percent.

The remaining three Sword Saints were struggling to hold on, but without the protection of the Soul Link, their health dropped rapidly under the collective assault.

Lin Feng headed straight for the War Lord and joined the siege.

Liu Zhenshan noticed the purple greatsword on his back and was momentarily stunned, but he didn't ask any questions.

Under the combined strength of the six, the War Lord's health bar depleted rapidly.

He activated "Fight to the Death," but Liu Zhenshan's "Mortal Strike" was already applied to him.

Healing effects were reduced by fifty percent, and the health regeneration speed was far from keeping up with the rate of health loss.

The health bar soon hit zero, and the massive body fell from the sky, crashing onto the snow and kicking up a massive cloud of snow mist.

The Prophet fell shortly after, and the three Sword Saints were also killed one by one.

A purple breastplate dropped near the War Lord's corpse, and a purple staff dropped from the Prophet.

Lin Feng's gaze fell upon the fleeing Orc Army on the ground.

Without high-level command, no one to maintain the Army Formation, and no healing or buffs, the Orcs were like a pack of scattered beasts, fleeing westward in panic.

Cheers from the defenders echoed from the city walls, the snow, and every corner.

Lin Feng landed on top of the city tower and sheathed the Wildfire Spear back onto his back.

Liu Zhenshan landed beside him, glanced at the purple greatsword, and asked, "Dropped by the Sword Saint?"

Lin Feng nodded.

"A fine sword," Liu Zhenshan said.

Lin Feng smiled and didn't respond.

He looked at the cheering soldiers below the wall, the figures running on the snow, and the sun setting in the west.

The setting /N_o_v_e_l_i_g_h_t/ sun dyed the snow mountains a golden red. On the walls of Kara Holy City, cheers spread from west to east and back again.

Someone began singing a song of the Tieba Kingdom, and more people joined in.

The singing drifted in the twilight, mixing with the wind from the snow mountains and carrying far, far away.

...

Lin Feng and Liu Zhenshan walked side by side on the main street leading to the Council Hall in the Inner City.

The sun had already sunk behind the snow mountains, leaving only a faint streak of dark red afterglow on the horizon.

Magic lamps lit up one by one, orange light spilling from lintels and windowsills, casting flickering shadows on the stone-paved road.

The streets were filled with celebrating crowds. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝒆𝒘𝙚𝓫𝙣𝙤𝒗𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

The Awakened of the Tieba Kingdom were in groups of three to five, some with arms around each other's shoulders, some laughing loudly, others throwing scimitars into the air and catching them.

A young Adventurer squatted by the roadside, holding a bowl of freshly cooked pilaf.

His face was covered in rice grains as he ate, tears streaming down his cheeks, making it hard to tell if it was from joy or lingering fear.

A few Delhi Sultanate Infantry sat on the steps of a tavern, each clutching a bottle of snow mountain wine.

The sound of clinking glasses was crisp and pleasant. Wine splashed out, mixing with the dried black blood on their bodies.

Someone recognized Lin Feng and Liu Zhenshan.

A stubble-faced second promotion Awakened raised his scimitar, point upward, and shouted in clumsy Chinese: "Great Xia! Long live!"

People nearby joined in the shouting, starting with a few scattered voices, then more and more, becoming increasingly synchronized.

Lin Feng nodded to them without speaking.

Liu Zhenshan, however, smiled and waved like a leader on an inspection tour, drawing an even louder cheer.

The two turned into the winding stone steps of the Inner City, and the cheering gradually faded.

Magic lamps lined both sides of the stone steps all the way up, like two orange rivers flowing down from the mountainside.

"Lord Lin, what are your plans next?"

Liu Zhenshan walked a step ahead and asked without looking back.

Lin Feng followed half a step behind and replied, "I'll return to Fenghuo County tomorrow morning."

He paused, "By the way, Deputy City Lord Liu, does Zhenyue City have any spare purple-quality leather armor? I'd like to trade this blood-fury war blade on my back for one."

Liu Zhenshan's footsteps faltered, and he turned around, a hint of embarrassment flashing across his face.

He was silent for two breaths before speaking: "Weapons are generally more valuable than armor, but to be honest, Zhenyue City's accumulation is actually quite insufficient."

"Most of the purple equipment on the three Enshrined is directly allocated by the General Bureau, not accumulated by us."

"Regarding this matter, most of the Third Rank Lords and Enshrined in the North Pole Region have been very dissatisfied, asking why the South Pole Region receives so much support—purple equipment, gold-grade accessories, on what grounds?"

He shook his head and continued walking up, a hint of helplessness in his tone.

"I personally disagree with that view. I often argue with those Silver Seat Lords in the North Pole Region during the intervals of the Lords Assembly."

"I tell them, right now you are supporting us, but in the future, maybe we'll be the ones aiding you."

"When the day comes that the South Pole Region has established its footing and something happens on your side, we won't hesitate, and we certainly won't be cowards."

Speaking of this, he laughed first, his laughter echoing on the stone steps, carrying a frank and clear conscience.

The corners of Lin Feng's mouth curled slightly. He didn't interrupt him and waited for him to finish laughing before asking, "What about the General Bureau? What does Director Zhou think?"

Liu Zhenshan stopped laughing and said seriously, "Director Zhou has always emphasized that one shouldn't put all their eggs in one basket."

"Great Xia cannot have only the North Pole Region in the Nightmare World; the South Pole Region must be sustained."

So he overrode all objections and passed the resolution for this batch of aid.

To be honest, without Director Zhou, our South Pole Region would still be an empty shell."

Lin Feng was silent for a moment, his impression of Zhou Guosheng deepening a bit more.