Many children, many blessings; a stunningly beautiful wife is given to you right from the start.

"Capture alive?"

The lieutenant stopped moving, his face full of difficulty.

"Your Highness, on the battlefield, swords and spears have no eyes, and besides, that giant elephant..."

"I said, I want them alive."

Xia Yuan's voice was devoid of warmth; he merely glanced at him coldly.

The lieutenant felt a chill run down his spine and immediately lowered his head even further.

"Yes, Your subordinate obeys!"

"besides."

Xia Yuan's gaze returned to the battlefield, settling on the figure in silver armor and red robes.

"Capture that woman who is leading the group alive as well."

The lieutenant stiffened again, but this time he dared not utter a single word.

"yes!"

"Go ahead." Xia Yuan waved his hand.

The deputy general, feeling as if he had been granted a pardon, scrambled out of the main tent.

Inside the tent, silence fell once more, leaving only Xia Yuan and the black-robed figure in the corner, who stood like a statue.

A twisted, gleeful smile finally appeared on Xia Yuan's face.

One Xia Man'er is enough for him to control the entire Southern Frontier.

And that Qin Ruxue might be able to make that little bastard who's still putting up a last-ditch fight on the cliff kneel down and become a dog.

This deal is incredibly cost-effective!

"Lin Mo, Lin Mo, I'd like to see what you'll use to fight me when your woman is brought before you bound!"

Xia Yuan's gaze pierced through the chaotic crowd, and he seemed to have already seen Lin Mo's desperate face on the cliff.

He waved to one of his guards outside the tent.

"Go and prepare a pig cage with spiky quills."

"I want Lin Mo to see with his own eyes what his woman looks like in a cage."

……

On the Cliff of Broken Souls.

Lin Mo's chest heaved violently.

Each breath felt like swallowing a handful of burning sand, searing his lungs with pain.

boom!

Another golden dragon roared as it charged down the cliff, blasting the horde of corpses that had just climbed halfway down into pieces once again.

huh... huh...

Lin Mo, supporting himself on one knee, was panting heavily.

Sweat dripped from his chin onto the scorching hot rock, making a soft "sizzle" sound.

The Great Mighty Heavenly Dragon is indeed domineering.

But it consumes too much mana.

After a dozen or so rounds, he felt that the little bit of qi and blood he had stored in his dantian was almost completely drained.

But that's enough.

Lin Mo turned around and glanced back.

The path behind the mountain was deserted; Gu Ling'er and the group of old craftsmen must have already run far away.

That's good.

Lin Mo breathed a sigh of relief and turned around to make his escape along the path.

But just then...

A faint sound of shouting and fighting suddenly drifted into his ears on the mountain breeze.

"Um?"

Lin Mo paused in his steps.

What's going on?

Xia Yuan's army has already retreated, hasn't it?

He frowned, focused his attention, and listened intently again.

This time, he heard it clearly.

The shouts of battle were truly deafening, echoing from the plains below the mountain.

An ominous premonition came over me.

Lin Mo rushed back to the edge of the cliff and took out his binoculars to look down.

The next moment, he was completely dumbfounded.

Outside the Blackwater Pass, two black torrents were colliding violently, locked in a fierce struggle.

One of them was Xia Yuan's army.

And another force...

Those familiar Xuanjia Army banners, those fearless Zhenbei Iron Cavalry, and that fiery red figure charging at the forefront!

Silver armor, white horse, crimson robes like blood...

Qin Ruxue!

"Click—"

The telescope in Lin Mo's hand groaned under the strain, and a clear crack appeared on its surface.

"Didn't I tell you all to stay put and guard the base?! Why did you all rush out like that?!"

Lin Mo stared intently at the battlefield below.

The situation was worse than he had imagined.

Qin Ruxue's cavalry launched charges time and time again, only to be repelled by the sheer number of troops.

Meng Hu was covered in blood, like a blood-soaked iron tower protecting the flanks, with several broken arrows stuck in his body.

As for Xia Man'er's three giant elephants.

Even such a colossal creature was now tightly bound by countless soldiers with barbed chains, emitting angry, mournful cries.

Hundreds of Baiyue warriors fiercely protected Xia Man'er.

Xia Yuan's army surged forward like an endless tide, wave after wave.

The entire encirclement is shrinking at a visible speed.

Lin Mo's face was as black as the bottom of a pot.

"Now that's great, the Calabash Brothers are all rushing to save Grandpa, one after another."

I thought it was a high-level match, but I flanked and stole their base, playing incredibly well.

When he turned around, his family rushed in!

How can we play like this?

He glanced down at the horde of zombies that had climbed halfway up again.

He glanced again at his wife and companions trapped in the distance.

Lin Mo scratched his hair in frustration.

"This is really... troublesome..."

Lin Mo muttered to himself, slowly raising his hand and pulling out a chillingly cold token from thin air.

The token was entirely black, with twisted runes on it.

Like congealed blood, it exuded a bloody stench that made even the soul tremble.

【Imperial Edict of Military Spirit: Bai Qi, the God of Slaughter】

Attack power increased by 500%, effective for one hour.

This is the treasure I got when I opened Qin Ruxue's treasure chest.

I originally intended to keep it as a bottom-of-the-box item and never use it unless absolutely necessary.

"I didn't expect... that we'd need it so soon."

Lin Mo muttered to himself, but his eyes became resolute.

Click—!

Lin Mo's five fingers suddenly tightened.

The token shattered instantly, turning into a handful of blood-red powder.

Instantly, an indescribable stench of blood erupted, transforming into a jet of blood that pierced deep into Lin Mo's brow!

The aura did not dissipate, but instead transformed into a jet of blood that pierced deep into Lin Mo's brow!

Lin Mo's body trembled violently, as if struck by lightning.

Countless bloody images savagely flooded his mind!

Mountains of corpses! Seas of blood!

A deafening roar!

A man clad in black armor, his face obscured, stood atop a million corpses, wielding a long spear!

A pure, cold, murderous intent that viewed everything as worthless overwhelmed all his reason.

kill!

Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill!

Kill them all!

Leave no one alive!

"Damn it! Calm down, bro!"

"I just wanted to borrow some power, so you wouldn't possess me!"

Lin Mo's consciousness was like a small boat adrift in this raging killing intent.

He bit his tongue hard, the sharp pain allowing him to hold onto the last shred of clarity in his mind.

"Stop kidding! I'm counting on this body to get home and hug my wife!"

Humph.

The cold will seemed to sense Lin Mo's resistance, letting out a disdainful snort, but it did not forcefully take over again.

Instead, he poured all that immense killing intent into his limbs and bones.

boom--!!!

A visible red light exploded outwards from Lin Mo!

The light faded, and a thick, impenetrable blood mist completely enveloped him.

Amidst the blood mist, Lin Mo's body crackled and popped as his eyes slowly opened!