Lust...Lost...Last Survivor.

But it was a mistake.

The moment his boot connected with the demon's head, a sickening crunch echoed across the battlefield. Jin's leg buckled under the impact, bones snapping like twigs from multiple sections. He cried out in pain, stumbling backward and collapsing to the ground, clutching his shattered leg.

The Dread Sovereign's face didn't so much as twitch. He slowly turned his gaze toward Jin, his voice calm and devoid of mockery. "You should not have done that because I am invulnerable to any physical attack. No weapon, no force in this world can harm me."

A heavy silence fell over the battlefield.

Despair began to settle in the hearts of the human soldiers as the realization sank in. They had not known about this. Their cheers of victory died out, replaced by the weight of hopelessness. Commander Jin, their symbol of defiance, lay broken crying in pain before a foe they couldn't touch. One of the Seven was dead, but this one… this one was untouchable.

General Wu could barely stand. His heart pounded, the sheer knowledge of this new information was suffocating his lungs with dread, no wonder he is called the Dread Sovereign.

"What kind of monster is this?" someone whispered among the soldiers, their voice trembling.

Jin, writhing in agony, glared up at the Dread Sovereign, his voice barely a growl. "I don't believe you… I don't care what you are… I will kill you..."

But the Dread Sovereign did not respond. He simply remained there, a living symbol of despair, invincible and unmoved by the hatred of his enemies.

Commander Jin, clutching his shattered leg, struggled to push himself upright.

The Dread Sovereign's calm, unbothered gaze only fueled his rage further, but he knew now that nothing he did could harm that invulnerable demon. No sword, no kick, nothing.

But his hatred had another target.

The Iron Butcher, Warlord of the Endless Wrath.

Jin's vision blurred with hatred. The Iron Butcher had slaughtered countless humans, massacred entire cities with his fiery rage. However, this was the same demon who massacred his entire platoon, burning each of his brothers one by one. He couldn't let this demon unscathed. He had no sword left, no strength to fight. His leg was broken beyond repair, but Jin was not done. No, not by a long shot.

A mad idea sparked in his mind. He gritted his teeth, wincing in pain as he dragged himself closer to the Iron Butcher ignoring the Dread Sovereign, if they can't hurt them physically then he will hurt them somewhere else, he began to fumble with his belt. With a determined malice smile, Commander Jin pulled down his pants, again and, without hesitation, pulled out his manhood again, pointing at the Iron Butcher.

Everyone's faces turned awkward.

"Has Commander Jin gone mad? Is he asking for the same from the Iron Butcher too?" Various murmurs spread after Commander Jin's previous similar vulgar act with the Scarlet Empress and her vulgar and lewd affection of his manhood. 

However, everyone's mad imagination got silenced as Commander Jin sent a stream of piss directly onto the Iron Butcher's skull-like face.

The sizzling sound echoed through the air as the liquid struck the molten-hot metal of the demon's head. Smoke and steam rose instantly, but the fire within the demon's body raged on, unquenchable. Commander Jin, however, didn't care.

"Take that!" Jin spat through gritted teeth, his eyes gleaming with defiance. "Let the piss of humanity be your last humiliation! You want to take everything from us! Take this too!"

The Iron Butcher didn't move, didn't roar in anger. He remained kneeling, his glowing eyes staring at nothing, flames licking up from his body, but still… he didn't retaliate. 

Jin's act of utter disrespect caught the attention of the soldiers around him. They stared in disbelief, at first stunned, unsure of how to react. But when they saw the fearless look in their commander's eyes, something shifted. A brave few began to step forward, awkwardly lowering their own pants, and followed Commander Jin's lead.

"To Commander Jin!" one soldier yelled, his voice trembling with a mix of fear and madness.

"To humanity!" another roared.

One by one, more soldiers joined in, sending streams of piss onto the Iron Butcher's burning form. The sizzling hiss grew louder, smoke, steam and warmstench swirling around the demon. It didn't matter that the flames continued burning, nor that the Iron Butcher still, unyielding. This wasn't about victory anymore—it was about defiance.

The Iron Butcher, for all his fury, remained motionless. His molten eyes glowed faintly, but he made no move to resist the humiliating act being rained upon him. The streams of piss soaked into his metal and bone, struggling against the raging fire within. The flames didn't die, but they flickered, weakened by the sheer volume of liquid being poured onto him.

Commander Jin, despite his pain, laughed through gritted teeth, his voice hoarse but triumphant. "We can't kill you, but we can drown you in our filth! Show me how mighty you are now, Iron Butcher! Show me!"

The human soldiers, now emboldened, cheered wildly, their morale soaring as they defied the demonic behemoth in the only way they could. It was ridiculous, insane, but it was a stand—an act of rebellion against the overwhelming power of the demons.

The Iron Butcher, still drenched in piss and steam, did not protest, his once fiery furnace of wrath now struggling under the humiliating tide. The battlefield stank of burning urine, and yet, amidst it all, the demon remained kneeling, unmovable and silent.

But the humans didn't care. They had found their defiance in the most unlikely of ways, and it was enough. For now.

General Wu, still in shock at the bizarre scene before him, could only shake his head. This war no longer makes any sense at all now, none of this makes sense anymore. Yet, despite the vulgarity, pride surged in his chest as he looked at the men standing resolutely beside Commander Jin.