"You're awake? You regained consciousness?" a doctor exclaimed in surprise as he saw the young man sit up abruptly.
"Lie back down quickly, let this old man take your pulse and check if you've fully recovered," another elderly physician said with concern.
"No need to trouble you, esteemed elders. I know my body best. I'm fine now, completely fine. I'll repay your care later, but right now, the most important thing is to deal with the monsters outside," the young man said resolutely.
This young man was none other than Yi Tianxing.
Previously, he had fallen from the sky and, in the end, lost consciousness. He didn't even know how he had landed in this valley. Coincidentally, a large number of humans had descended at the same time and gathered in the valley. His unconscious state didn't attract much attention. Soon after, monsters invaded, people were injured or killed, and the wounded were gathered together by doctors.
Yi Tianxing had been treated as one of the injured and placed among them. However, no wounds could be found on him—he was simply unconscious. He had lain there since, though he hadn't been entirely unaware. In fact, he had regained consciousness some time ago but chose not to move, instead listening closely to the conversations around him.
In just a short while, he had gathered a rough understanding of everyone nearby: people from different eras, different worlds, different statuses and backgrounds. Soldiers without leaders, and more importantly, no one among them with the mindset or vision to take command.
The situation in the valley was chaotic—a scattered mob. To face a monster attack like this was a death sentence. No one would survive if the monsters breached the valley.
Upon realizing this, Yi Tianxing made a swift decision. He would no longer feign unconsciousness.
Striding quickly toward the valley entrance, he turned to the scattered soldiers nearby and barked out:
"You are soldiers! Warriors! Even if you come from different worlds, different eras, different nations… Even if your families are lost, your homelands are gone—you are still soldiers!"
"A soldier's mission is to protect and to conquer!"
"To protect your homeland and your loved ones. To conquer all enemies!"
"Now, we have no home, no country. Neither do you, nor do we. But today, we fight to protect our lives! We fight for the women, children, and elderly behind us! We fight for our own survival!"
"If you still consider yourselves men, still consider yourselves soldiers—take up your weapons and follow me, Yi Tianxing, to fight our way out!!"
With each sentence, Yi Tianxing stepped forward—firm, powerful, and unwavering. His every step carried an unshakable conviction, the determination to fight any enemy.
His voice, infused with true qi, reverberated through the valley, the final line a thunderous roar.
If there was no backbone, he would become it.If there was no leader, he would lead.
This scattered group had strength—there were over a hundred soldiers, and many able-bodied men. They had weapons and fighting strength. What they lacked was a leader… a belief.
Yi Tianxing would provide that belief.
His words struck like a morning bell or evening drum, instantly igniting hearts—especially those of the soldiers. Their eyes flared with light, their bodies radiating a sharp aura. They were good soldiers—just leaderless.
Now, someone had stepped up. And the pressure radiating from Yi Tianxing was that of a general—one that instantly inspired awe and respect.
"He's right! We're soldiers! How can we cower here and let monsters slaughter us? I'm not ready to die! I must find my family—I can't die yet!" one soldier shouted.
"Fight for survival! Even if it's not for others, fight for ourselves! Take up your weapons and kill those bastards!"
"Damn it, let's go! If we die, we'll take a few monsters with us! Let's see if my blade is still sharp!"
One roar after another echoed in the valley.
No one laughed at the curses—they were soldiers, not scholars.
One by one, red-eyed, they picked up their weapons and followed Yi Tianxing forward.
Though they came from different times and places, in that moment, all divisions vanished. Only one thought remained: Kill. Follow Yi Tianxing. Kill monsters.
"To hell with it, I'm going too! Kill those monsters! If I die, I'll take one with me!" shouted a burly man, grabbing a wooden staff and charging after them.
"That's right! Even if we die, we won't die in fear. Monsters can bleed too—what the hell are we scared of?"
"Strength in numbers! Even if we die, we'll die fighting! We've lost our homes, our countries—now we fight for ourselves, for our lives. Kill them all!"
The rest of the valley roared with shouts.
The scene ignited a fire in every man's blood. What man doesn't have passion?
It had only been suppressed, cooled by fear and despair.
Now, it boiled again.
If we must die, let us die with fury. If we must bleed, let it fly toward the heavens.
A mass of men surged toward the valley entrance—fearless.
Yi Tianxing, feeling the movement behind him, nodded to himself but didn't turn. His left hand gripped a war spear, his right a Tang Blade. An intense killing aura surged from him—the kind earned from slaying thousands of monsters. It made the soldiers behind him feel they were following a fellow warrior, not just a man.
The valley was vast, surrounded by mountains, shaped like a gourd with a single entrance. Their group was still near the outer edge, not deep within.
They quickly reached the narrow passageway—a corridor that could still accommodate dozens to over a hundred men abreast.
Chirrrrk—!!
Suddenly, a strange screech echoed ahead. A horde of green-skinned monsters wielding clubs stormed toward them through the corridor. In front of them, swarms of giant rats—numbering in the thousands—rushed like a flood. Each rat was huge and savage, able to bite through a man's throat in an instant. Their glowing red eyes struck fear in every heart.
Even those who had followed Yi Tianxing with courage now felt fear creeping in again. Their blood threatened to cool once more.
"If you're real men, follow me!!"
Yi Tianxing shouted and stepped forward without hesitation, activating his Innate Yin-Yang Eyes.
Black and white light spun in his gaze.
Innate Yin-Yang Eyes – Yin-Yang Lock!Yin-Yang Rings!!
Five Yin-Yang Locks shot from his eyes, disintegrating midair into 405 black-and-white Yin-Yang Rings, glowing with radiant light.
They streaked forward, landing among the oncoming rat horde.
Screeeech!!
The rats shrieked in pain, struck by the Yin-Yang Rings. A soul-level agony overtook them, their bodies collapsing mid-charge, thrashing in agony.
"Kill!!"
Yi Tianxing roared, stepped forward, and unleashed his weapons.
The war spear in his left hand stabbed like lightning—one thrust, one kill. A rat's skull was pierced instantly.
The Tang Blade in his right hand swept in a brilliant arc, infused with True Dragon Qi, gleaming with cold light like a divine weapon.
With one slash, five rats were beheaded, blood spurting like fountains.
The rats struck by the Yin-Yang Rings couldn't fight back—they were easy prey.
Yi Tianxing advanced step by step, spear and blade cutting down wave after wave of monsters, like chopping vegetables. He moved leisurely through the horde, as if on a walk, leaving behind only blood and carnage.
A true god of war, unstoppable.
The soldiers behind him looked on in awe, reverence blooming in their eyes. As soldiers, they respected one thing above all: strength.
Yi Tianxing was now a beacon of that strength.
To unleash such a technique with his eyes, to crush the monstrous tide with ease—this man was no ordinary warrior.
To them, he was a living god.