I established the Eternal Immortal Clan by taming beasts.

The Gale Apes attempted to bypass the giant tortoise's defenses and cut in from the flank of the battle formation.

Their figures left afterimages of high-speed movement in the morning light, their dark gray fur stretched into flowing lines in the wind as they darted along the edge of the battlefield, trying to find a breach on the side of the tortoise-shell defense line.

But just as they managed to create some distance between themselves, they were blocked by a flock of blue-eyed eagles circling high in the sky.

More than three thousand Azure-Eyed Eagles swooped down at the same time, their wingtips tearing through the air and creating a series of sharp air bursts.

The eagles plummeted from the sky like a green rainstorm, crushing the Gale Apes that were trying to attack from the flanks with overwhelming force.

Each Azure-Eyed Eagle's talons surged with azure spiritual power, precisely slicing into the Gale Ape's shoulder blades, back, and nape.

A Swiftwind Ape was simultaneously seized by three Azure-Eyed Eagles, their sharp claws digging into its back, dragging it down from the sky.

The Gale Ape was still struggling, its limbs kicking in the air, its fangs biting at the wing of an eagle, but more eagles had already swooped down, their sharp claws simultaneously embedding themselves into its body from different directions, dragging it to the ground.

Its body crashed down in front of the tortoise shell formation, the sound of its bones breaking being swallowed up by the flapping of the wings of the eagles, and then covered by the following flock of eagles, never to rise again.

Another Gale Ape attempted to fly low, its body pressed down at maximum speed, almost skimming the ground. However, a row of eagle wings simultaneously slapped down from the side, striking its waist and abdomen, causing it to lose its balance and tumble into the advancing tortoise shell.

They can't get in, but they can go to Chuyang City.

The Golden Lion Beast Clan on the left flank, like a golden blade wielded with full force, pierced fiercely into the right flank of the ape army.

A golden lion pounced on an iron-armed ape, its sharp claws digging into its chest and pinning it to the ground. The iron-armed ape's fists slammed into the golden lion's scales on its side, leaving several shallow marks, before the golden lion's claws swiftly tore open its throat.

The three golden lion beasts simultaneously pounced on a bone-crushing ape, biting its limbs from different directions and tearing it apart. The ape's roar was cut off halfway through its throat.

Those golden figures moved like lightning through the gray beast horde, each flash leaving a dark red arc, like a fuse being lit on the earth.

The three lines converge simultaneously: the ground, the air, and the high altitude.

The giant tortoise advanced the ground lines, heavy and unshakeable;

The golden lion beast reaped the flanks, its sharpness unstoppable;

Azure-eyed eagles blocked the sky, dense and impenetrable.

The ape vanguard was squeezed between the giant tortoise's defenses and the golden lion beast's cutting, unable to advance or retreat, and could only be thinned layer by layer in that increasingly narrow space.

The Cangming Jiao's long-range water jets continuously struck the nodes of the ape clan's formation, shattering any attempts they made to regroup. Each bombardment blasted a blank area in the formation.

The roars of the apes began to become rapid and chaotic.

It's no longer the rhythm and fighting spirit of an attack, but a kind of anxiety and fear that comes from being surrounded and having no way out.

The formation became increasingly dense and vulnerable as it contracted.

The Xuan Gu Ape King stood at the rear, silently watching the battlefield in front of him being cut, squeezed, and devoured.

The giant tortoise defensive line was like a moving wall, gradually dissolving, thinning, and exhausting the impact of the ape vanguard.

Those punches and kicks, delivered with all their might, couldn't even crack the tortoise shell.

Those teams that attempt to flank and encircle the enemy will always be cut off by the golden lion beasts on the flanks or the flock of eagles in the air. They will be weakened as they move, scattered before they can be encircled, and cut off before they can get close.

The fireballs from the fire-maned apes landed on the giant tortoise's shell, only creating a scorch mark before being covered by spiritual light. The flames burned briefly on the edge of the shell before going out, like a campfire extinguished by rain.

Human cultivators, relying on battle formations, hid beneath those giant tortoises to kill their subordinates.

The spears pierced precisely from the gaps in the tortoise shell, each thrust creating a new gap in the ape tribe's lines, and each withdrawal taking away a fallen body.

The cultivators' formation remained intact as they moved, with someone always filling in and spears always thrusting out, like a precisely calibrated killing machine, gradually compressing the ape army's lines backward.

The water columns from the dragons landed precisely on the nodes of the formation, each time causing a swarm of beasts to lose contact.

The flock of eagles circled high in the sky, like a giant umbrella that kept closing, swallowing up the stragglers who tried to break through one by one.

The three-tiered blockade—sky, ground, and low-altitude—has gradually narrowed the ape army's retreat routes, like a bag that is closing in.

Suddenly, a feeling washed over me: they might have to stay here forever.

Without hesitation, the Xuan Gu Ape King immediately let out a huge roar.

It wanted to force its troops, who were not far to the south and were attacking the city from the southeast, to retreat.

Because too many of Ironarm's tribes had died, he assigned 40,000 troops to the southern battlefield to personally command them.

There's no way to evacuate now, so we can only ask our subordinates in the east to find a way to leave.

The roar erupted from the depths of its chest, carrying the unique frequency of an ape leader, a frequency powerful enough to penetrate the entire battlefield.

But not a sound came out.

A thin, pale green barrier appeared in mid-air.

That was the magical sound barrier of the Green Puming Toad, which could release a ring-shaped, high-frequency oscillating sound barrier centered on itself, which would exist for a period of time and could isolate the transmission of sound from inside and outside.

His retreat commands hit the sound barrier, were bounced off, absorbed, and transformed into invisible vibrations, without transmitting even a fraction of an inch.

That thin green barrier, like an invisible wall, swallowed the Xuan Gu Ape King's command within itself, without letting out even a single echo.

The inability to transmit sound meant that the demon army in the southeast could not receive commands from their leader.

Upon seeing the anomaly, the demon king in command immediately dispatched troops to provide support, surging towards the burning battlefield.

At this moment, the other half of the petrified lizard formation, which had remained motionless until then, began to move.

"Deputy Commander Lin Xinyao, the demon beast army coming from the east is now under your command!"

Upon hearing Zhihei's command, Lin Xinyao, clad in a full-body red spirit armor, could no longer contain himself.

He sat atop the Windwalking Spirit Steed, its body entirely clad in fiery red spirit armor, holding a long spear whose tip gleamed crimson in the morning light.

His fire-attribute spiritual power surged, his fighting spirit soaring, like a blazing flame burning within the battle formation: "All men, heed my command! Charge with me!"

In front of him was a squadron of petrified lizards.

Two thousand five hundred petrified lizards stepped forward simultaneously, their dark gray bodies resembling moving rock formations in the morning light. Each one was covered with thick stone armor, encasing even the most vulnerable joints beneath a hard stone shell.

Behind him were the third and fourth battalions of the garrison, more than two thousand cultivators lined up in a tight square formation, their spears like a forest, their spirit armor forming a continuous line that shimmered with a connected light as they moved.

"Don't go too deep. Your mission is to hold off the beast horde on the eastern front until the southern defenders finish their work and then join forces to encircle the eastern beast horde!"

"clear!"

After saying that, he began to command the garrison, following the petrified lizards as they rushed towards the beast tide reinforcements on the eastern front.

The petrified lizards did not slow down in the slightest while running. A yellowish-brown spiritual aura emanated from their bodies, and their supernatural Stone Skin Armor was activated at the same time. A hard stone armor appeared around their bodies, making their already thick skin even thicker.

They surged forward like a rolling torrent of rocks, heading straight for the arriving beast horde.

Although these petrified lizards have been carefully raised by the Lin family, their bloodline remains unchanged.

However, those with mid-grade bloodlines are actually not much different from these apes, and they might not even be able to win in a one-on-one fight.

Their goal was to use their defensive capabilities to delay the enemy, buy time for the southern army, and create space for the human cultivators behind them to attack.

The petrified lizards ran head-on into the ape reinforcements surging in from the east.

The moment the first row of lizards and the first row of apes made contact, a shockwave exploded, sending gray stones and gray fur flying at the point of impact, and causing a brief deformation in both formations.

The petrified lizard did not retreat.

They used their heavy bodies to withstand the first wave of attacks from the apes, used their limbs to embed themselves in the ground to stabilize themselves, and used their tails to sweep away the monsters that tried to bypass them from the side.

The monks' spears behind them pierced through the gaps between the stone armor, knocking down the blocked apes one by one.

With their offensive stalled, the momentum of the ape army's charge on the eastern front was halted, preventing them from encircling the southern front and thus keeping the battle situation on the southern front from being disrupted.

Meanwhile, the battlefield in the south has also entered a fierce stage.

On the west side, the first alligator snapping turtle was driven back dozens of steps.

A massive alligator snapping turtle was struck more than ten times by a third-tier iron-armed ape. Each punch created a dark gray shockwave on the turtle's shell, and the giant turtle's limbs plowed four deep furrows in the ground.

For the first time, the silent expression on the face of the alligator snapping turtle turned serious, and fighting spirit finally appeared in its turbid eyes.

It did not retreat, but instead buried its limbs deeper and made the spiritual light on its carapace shine even brighter.

The reason is simple: it was a Tier 3 Iron-Armed Ape, while it was only Tier 2.

It wasn't instantly killed thanks to its powerful defensive abilities and the support of the formation, but in the long run, it will definitely be no match for it.

It wasn't just him; the same thing happened in several other places.

The hundreds of Tier 3 leaders in the ape army finally unleashed their power.

The Tier 3 Iron Arm Apes, Tier 3 Bone Crushing Apes, and Tier 3 Fire Mane Apes that had been holding back all this time suddenly charged out of the formation. They were twice as fast as ordinary apes and several times stronger. Each charge created a new breach in the giant tortoise's defenses.

Sitting in the command post, Zhi Hei clearly understood the real-time changes on the battlefield through the projection array.

With spirit-detecting stakes pre-buried around the perimeter of Chuyang City, movements on the battlefield can be instantly transmitted back.

Upon discovering that the third-tier demonic beasts were approaching the forefront of the battle line, Zhihei immediately ordered: "Lin Xinyao, lead the main force of the spirit beast legion to push forward."

"clear!"

On the battlefield, in the center of the great formation on the Chuyang City side, Lin Xinyao, sitting on the back of the old patriarch of the Fuyue Crocodile Turtle Clan, waved her hand, and Wang Tianyin grabbed her shoulder and pulled her up, flying into the air.

The morning breeze brushed through her hair as she stretched out her arms high in the sky, gazing at the churning battlefield.

"Boss Turtle, those third-tier apes on the other side are yours to handle."

"Leave it to us!"

The voice of the old patriarch of the Fuyue Crocodile Turtle clan echoed in the formation. Its huge body moved, and it quickly ran forward.

At the same time, the patriarchs of various spirit beast clans, along with the third-tier experts within their clans, who were under Lin Xinyao's command, rushed forward, their target the ape clan leaders.

The third-tier mountain-bursting crocodile turtles, third-tier azure-sea dragons, third-tier golden lion beasts, and third-tier jade-eyed eagles surged out of the formation like a torrent released simultaneously, precisely intercepting the third-tier apes that were breaking through.

Each third-tier versus third-tier battlefield unleashed a new shockwave, like gray flowers blooming on the battlefield, forcing the surrounding ordinary demonic beasts and low-level spirit beasts back several steps.

The roars of the third-tier spirit beasts and the howls of the third-tier demon beasts collided in mid-air, each impact creating a new blank area at the edge of the battle line.

That blank space will soon be filled by subsequent demonic and spiritual beasts, then explode again, be filled again, and explode again, like a wound that is repeatedly torn apart and stitched up.

"Commander Lin Xuanfeng, you may also set off. Your mission is to harvest the ape clan commanders who are locked in fierce battle with the powerful members of various spirit beast tribes!"

"receive!"

A vibrant, powerful blue had been waiting inside the city walls for a long time.

Cultivators, their bodies clad in jade spirit armor, sat upright on wind-riding spirit steeds, which were also covered in horse armor. Their spears pointed diagonally at the ground, their tips gleaming with a neat, cold light in the morning sun.

The leader was Lin Xuanfeng, a member of the Lin family's personal guard.

His face was still clearly visible behind the visor of the Azure Jade Armor. His calm eyes showed no pre-battle tension or hesitation, only a sharpness like that of a long sword about to be drawn after many years of stagnation.

"Set off!"

With just two short words, the Lin family's personal guard, consisting of only two hundred men, instantly unleashed a powerful aura.

That aura wasn't shouted out, nor was it propelled out; rather, it flowed naturally from the backs of every cultivator, from the muscles of every Wind-Treading Spirit Steed, and from the plates of every piece of Azure Jade Spirit Armor.

Two hundred men, as one, and two hundred horses, as one, surged out of the city gate like a jade blade being slowly drawn, leaving a complete arc in the morning light.

Of the eight hundred elite guards, two hundred were selected from among them.

These two hundred people are the strongest squad in the Lin family. Every cultivator has undergone the most rigorous selection, the most arduous training, and the most numerous real-world tests. They were personally trained by Lin Xuanfeng and are one of the Lin family's most treasured elites.

Two hundred spirit steeds started up at the same time, their hooves thundering and dust flying everywhere.

The guard squad transformed into a streak of blue meteors, rushing out of the gate. Led by Lin Xuanfeng, they locked onto the nearest third-tier demonic beast.

It was a Bone-Shattering Ape that was locked in combat with a third-tier Golden Lion Beast. Its fists were covered with golden scale fragments, but the Golden Lion Beast's claws had also left three deep, bone-revealing wounds on its chest.

The mounted guards, their spears held high, gleaming coldly in the sunlight, formed a wedge formation led by Lin Xuanfeng, and charged straight at the Bone-Crushing Ape with overwhelming force.

The Bone-Crushing Ape sensed the attack from the side, turned its head sharply, and let out a furious roar.

But it only had time to raise one arm before Lin Xuanfeng's spear arrived.

The spear struck precisely through the gap between the Bone-Crushing Ape's raised left arm and body, the tip piercing its lower left rib.

The spear tip pierced through the flesh, through the gap between the ribs, and into its chest cavity.

The Bone-Crushing Ape's movements paused for a moment. Lin Xuanfeng did not try to take credit for himself. He twisted his wrist, and the tip of his spear swirled around in its chest cavity. Then he quickly retreated, using the momentum to leap to the side and rear, making way for the guards behind him.

The royal guards following closely behind, like a row of drawn bowstrings, swept past the Bone-Crushing Ape in turn. With each sweep, a spear precisely pierced the same spot on the giant beast: its shoulder blade, back knee, side abdomen, and throat.

The attacks landed precisely on the wound that had been torn open by the first shot, widening the gap and turning what was originally just a slit into an unhealable gash.

After the guards swept past it, the Bone-Crushing Ape's knees finally buckled, and its massive body lurched forward, crashing to the ground and kicking up a cloud of dust.

In the midst of battle, Lin Xuanjing, the commander of the garrison, also chose his opponent—the Iron-Armed Ape King.

The Iron-Armed Ape King, radiating murderous aura, finally charged to the front lines.

Its fists were covered with fragments of the spirit tortoise shell and the blood of the spirit beast, and the dark gray spiritual light on its body surged even more intensely than before.

Lin Xuanjing stepped forward, twirling his spear in his hand, the tip pointing at the Iron-Armed Ape King's throat.

Without any extra words or pre-battle standoff, the two sides attacked simultaneously the instant their eyes met.

The spear and the iron fist collided in the formation, creating a shockwave of blue and gray.

The shockwave forced the cultivators and demonic beasts fighting nearby back a few steps, creating a small, temporary vacuum around them.

The vacuum was filled in the next second by the demonic beasts or cultivators who wanted to go around the edge, but every time the shock wave spread, it would be cleared again, and so on, as if a blank area that was constantly shrinking and expanding was opened up in the formation.

A battle between top-tier experts at the third tier is not something ordinary cultivators and demonic beasts can interfere with.

……

On the southwestern front, the various demon kings surrounding the Fulong Mountains were still hiding behind a slope.

They still didn't rush to attack; those who went up were mostly from tribes with whom they weren't very close.

However, the commotion on the southern battlefield was so great that they could detect it even from this distance.

The frequency of those bursts of light, the rhythm of those shockwaves spreading, and the density of those roars constantly reminded them that the battle in the south had reached an intensity they had never imagined.

Although I didn't see the whole thing, I could still roughly understand what the situation was.

"Hiss... Old fox, should we go and provide support?"

The Blue-Faced Fox King remained calm: "Go up there? Go up there to your death? Go if you want, I won't stop you."

The Lava Lizard King gave an awkward smile: "Then let's forget about it."

I've chickened out so many times already, one more time won't make a difference.

All the demon kings essentially meant the same thing.

Do it all at once, second time tired, third time exhausted.

Having found a way out and already secured their own safety, the demon kings, having witnessed firsthand the formidable defenses of Chuyang City, had lost all will to fight.

The eyes that looked towards the southern battlefield were filled with shock, lingering fear, and a sense of relief that "thankfully we didn't rush in."

"Okay, whatever you say!"

They simply did as the Green-Faced Fox King told them to do.

Anyway, Old Fox is perfectly fine!

……

And so, the fierce battle lasted for a full eight hours.

From the first light of dawn to the blazing sun, from the blazing sun to the setting sun, from the setting sun to the approaching dusk.

On the battlefield beneath the city walls, corpses piled up layer upon layer, and blood soaked through the walls again and again, while the spiritual lights and hisses never ceased.

The giant tortoises' shells were covered with dense fist marks and claw marks; the golden scales of the golden lion beasts were stained with blood, forming a dark red and gold pattern; the edges of the wings of the emerald-eyed eagles were worn and jagged; and the cultivators' spears, swords, and shields were replaced one after another.

No one retreated, because everyone understood that in this battle, it was either the monsters who died or they who lived; there was no third option!