How can you lose when you're dominating so hard

The tide of battle turned like a collapsing mountain.

The forces of three orthodox sects were being steadily devoured by Lu Ze's advance. A sense of despair surged through the hearts of the defenders.

"Chen Feng! Damn it, are you ready or not!?" Zhang Shifei roared furiously, pointing at Chen Feng across the battlefield.

"We're fighting for our lives here while you just sit back and watch! Where's the air support you promised!?"

"Haha, coming, coming! Just hold on!" Chen Feng replied with a dismissive smirk.

Having secured his advantage, Lu Ze no longer suppressed the others' development.

By sheer luck, Chen Feng had stumbled upon a spiritual energy-rich secret realm right in front of him. Combined with an unoccupied sect stronghold nearby, his economy had skyrocketed.

Truth be told, his forces had long been ready to march.

But he chose to stockpile instead.

After all, this was a competition.

Their performance against the demonic path would determine their final rankings and points.

He needed the other three sects to weaken Lu Ze's forces first—then he would strike with overwhelming force.

"Elder Disciple Chen, if you don’t act now, even you won’t be able to stop him!" Guo Yunwen shouted, sweat pouring down his face.

"Relax, victory is mine!" Chen Feng laughed wildly, his fingers flying across his command interface.

The forces of the Infinite Sword Sect surged forth—every last soldier mobilized.

"You have no idea how terrifying the demonic path—"

Guo Yunwen’s words caught in his throat.

In his vision, an endless swarm of Thunderflare Drakes darkened the skies, streaking toward the battlefield.

……

……

Outside the battlefield.

"Junior Brother Lu Ze has single-handedly crushed three orthodox sects with absolute dominance!"

"The righteous path is collapsing… Over half of the three sects' forces have been wiped out in an instant!"

"Is the battle already decided?"

"Wait—the Infinite Sword Sect is joining the fight!!!"

"Their aerial forces are overwhelmingly powerful—could they turn the tide!?"

"Holy shit!!! That many drakes!?!"

The intensity of the battle, paired with Zhong Yi’s electrifying commentary, sent the audience into a frenzy.

Even Zhong Yi himself felt an exhilarating rush.

Lu Ze’s maneuvers seemed to carry an inexplicable profundity.

Though Zhong Yi didn’t fully grasp them, just voicing them aloud made his Sacred Speech Spirit Root stir restlessly within him.

Thrilling.

Absolutely thrilling!

Zhong Yi grew more impassioned, his words more vivid.

Especially when he saw the Infinite Sword Sect’s massive army charging toward the battlefield—his body involuntarily radiated faint golden spiritual energy.

"The Infinite Sword Sect has entered the fray!"

"Drakes, Sword Immortals, Spirit Tamers, Formation Masters, Vajra Guardians…"

"Heavens! Elder Disciple Chen’s economy exploded after securing that spiritual energy realm!"

"This army outnumbers both sides’ remaining forces combined!!!"

"Junior Brother Lu still isn’t producing more troops? If he doesn’t, it’ll be too late!"

"One, two, three, four… Forty Thunderflare Drakes in total! The aerial dominance is terrifying!!!"

……

The decisive clash was imminent.

At that moment—

Golden runes, fine as silk, spilled from Zhong Yi’s lips.

They swirled behind him, forming an intricate array of radiant scripture.

A brilliant light erupted!

The audience gasped in shock.

"What the—? What’s happening?!"

"Did he just have an epiphany from commentating?"

"No, no—this isn’t enlightenment. It’s some rare cultivation technique!"

"I heard Senior Brother Zhong possesses the legendary Sacred Speech Spirit Root—at its peak, it can manifest reality through words!"

"Damn, so he’s actually intervening?"

"Senior Brother Zhong is shielding our righteous sects! The righteous path is invincible!"

"Defend the honor of the righteous path!!!"

"Righteous path prevails!!!"

……

Zhong Yi, hovering mid-air, paused briefly.

Even he didn’t understand why his Sacred Speech Spirit Root had suddenly activated.

He hadn’t channeled it deliberately.

Had his emotions overwhelmed him?

Though puzzled, he couldn’t help but rejoice.

A strange and profound power surged from his spirit root.

‘Could I have truly glimpsed the profundity of [Reality Manifestation Through Speech]?’

The thought flickered through his mind—only to be dismissed.

At his current cultivation level, mastering such a technique was impossible.

But it was a promising start.

‘No matter. The match comes first!’

Shaking off his distractions, Zhong Yi refocused on the battle.

The Infinite Sword Sect’s forces were moments away from engagement.

Cultivators. Spirit beasts.

Anti-air. Anti-ground.

Every unit type was accounted for.

And above all—the sky-blackening swarm of Thunderflare Drakes.

The righteous path’s most formidable aerial force!

Thanks to controlling two sect spirit mines and a spiritual energy realm, Chen Feng’s economy had snowballed.

Forty Thunderflare Drakes—more than enough to overturn the battle!

Zhong Yi spoke again.

The golden scripture around him blazed even brighter.

"Junior Brother Lu isn’t reinforcing his army. Instead, he’s gathering his remaining forces at the sect’s chokehold!"

"Underestimating the enemy, Junior Brother Lu! Forty drakes are no joke!"

"From a professional commentator’s perspective… there’s no way Junior Brother Lu can win this time."

"The drakes are in his face!"

"How do you lose with drakes in your face!?"