War

The Fire Lord was channeling his Qi, clearly going in for an explosive attack at the start.

"No need to use your Qi," I said as the incoming rakshasa charged at the frontline.

"Light them up!" I called.

Immediately, the frontline slammed their shields down, and the line behind them aimed their weapons in between the small openings of the shield row.

A single salvo, a hundred corpses.

Not only that, the real pain was about to start. The moment the first rakshasa was hit, the bullet that pierced its body left a trail of the Underworld Morning Flower poison inside it.

The Cold Yin Qi in the bloodstreams of the Rakshasa was immediately agitated. Acting with severe hostility yet foretold defeat. The blood couldn't defeat the poison. The fast-acting poison spread through every bloodstream causing it to crystalize, then rupture, where tens of thousands of small crystal flowers began rupturing and emerging from the cracks happening on their bodies.