Tang Dynasty: Starting with 3,000 elite cavalry, a bloody battle to retake the city.

Just then, the soldiers of the Divine Might Army surged forward like a tide, surrounding Han Ye in layers, their eyes burning with fervor.

One man defeated hundreds, and even with injuries, he crushed the commander-in-chief. This is not human, but a war god descended to earth!

From then on, who would dare to disobey?

There was no need for Li Yingge to give the order; the morale of the troops was already high.

Li Yingge was so embarrassed by his words that she couldn't stand up, so she turned around and quickly walked up to the command platform.

With someone helping him, Han Ye walked back to the platform step by step.

His voice was hoarse, and his face was as pale as paper, yet he still stood straight and spoke calmly:

"I've come to pass on a set of formations."

He paused, then added, "Bring me a chair, I can hardly stand up anymore."

Upon hearing this, the hearts of all the soldiers on the field clenched!

I regret it so much!

If they had known he was so badly injured, they wouldn't have dared to lay a hand on him even if they had ten times the courage!

With a whoosh, the tables and chairs were immediately set up.

Han Ye sat down, dipped his brush in ink, and with a flick of his wrist, a profound and complex array diagram slowly unfolded on the paper—

【The Limitless Eight Trigrams Killing Formation】!

This formation was created by Zhuge Liang. In the past, when he burned Shangfang Valley, he trapped and killed Sima Yi's army of 50,000. It was set up with only 8,000 soldiers, which can be described as defying the heavens!

The gates of life are set in eight directions. Entering the formation is like turning the tide of the world upside down. Every step is fraught with danger. The formation is ever-changing and unpredictable, even by ghosts and gods!

After the Three Kingdoms period, military treatises were lost, and battle formations were forgotten. Now, in this vast Tang Dynasty, who knows this formation...?

He's probably the only one left!

Han Ye paused, raised his eyes and scanned the crowd, his voice not loud, but every word was like a nail:

"Qian, Zhen, Kan, Gen, Kun, Xun, Li, and Dui are the eight trigrams."

"Each palace opens a gate of life. After entering the formation, yin and yang are reversed, life turns into death, and the illusory becomes real. The transformation of the infinite is contained within this."

He pointed at the blueprint with his fingertip and said coldly:

"Did you understand?"

Han Ye raised an eyebrow and asked in a cool voice.

But as soon as he finished speaking, the Divine Might Army fell into a deathly silence, everyone looking at each other blankly.

Even the general from before was stunned, cold sweat almost beading on his forehead: "Young Master Han Ye... this formation... we... we don't understand it, isn't it too mysterious?"

Han Ye's lips twitched; he was utterly speechless.

Just as he was about to personally teach them step by step, a young man suddenly stepped out from the crowd. He was thin, but his movements were very measured.

He raised his hand in a fist salute, his voice soft yet carrying a hint of probing and certainty: "May I ask... is the formation you've set up, young master, the legendary 'Eight Trigrams Life Gate Formation'? A remnant of the Three Kingdoms, using life to defend against the enemy, capable of transforming ten thousand soldiers into one?"

"Um?"

Han Ye's eyes suddenly lit up, as if he had stumbled upon a spark in the darkness: "You recognize this formation?"

The boy lowered his head, his ears turning red, and spoke humbly but not intimidatedly: "I know a little, but I don't fully understand."

Han Ye smiled, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes: "What's your name?"

"This humble general is Sima Liang, a Taoist from Longnan." The young man's voice trembled slightly, but every word was clear.

"Sima Liang?"

Han Ye's heart skipped a beat—this surname...could it really be related to Zhuge Liang, the sworn enemy who fought against the Crouching Dragon? But now is not the time to delve into it. As long as he can understand the formation, it will be a great help.

"Come here." He beckoned to the other person, his voice not loud, but it carried an imposing air. "I'll teach you the whole transformation. You'll lead the formation later and demonstrate its power."

Sima Liang took a deep breath and strode forward.

In an instant, everyone gathered around, holding their breath.

Han Ye stood in the center, his fingertips lightly touching the void as if drawing a talisman, and he uttered obscure yet sharp incantations.

Every word was as precise as if it were carved into a crack in the stone.

Sima Liang, who already had some foundation, was enlightened upon hearing this, and his eyes flashed with divine light.

What surprised Han Ye even more was that the "Eight Trigrams Life Gate Formation" that this kid mentioned was actually the incomplete version of the Limitless Eight Trigrams Killing Formation in his hands! It's just that the predecessors only took its "life" and avoided its "death," not daring to touch the killing intent, so they changed it to a mild name.

Now, in Han Ye's hands, the gate to life can be opened, and the gate to death can be reversed! The true path of slaughter lies in the reversal of yin and yang!

In less than half an hour, the entire formation had been taught.

Han Ye waved his sleeve and announced loudly, "Start the drill immediately!"

The 20,000 Divine Might Army responded with a thunderous roar, their voices shaking the heavens.

Sima Liang leaped onto the high platform, command flag in hand, his voice piercing the morning mist: "On command—form ranks!"

·

On the command platform, Li Yingge was reading military reports, her brows slightly furrowed.

She kept her eyes glued to the direction of the training ground, her lips slightly pursed: "What exactly has Han Ye gotten himself into?"

Before long, the bodyguard Uncle Liu hurriedly returned, his face filled with embarrassment and shock.

"How was it?" Li Yingge looked up, her tone indifferent yet filled with curiosity.

Uncle Liu shook his head with a wry smile: "General... this humble general is ashamed."

I listened for a long time, but I didn't understand a single word of the formula.

The formation was a complex mix of reality and illusion, with gates of life overlapping gates of death, gates within gates, and interlocking steps... it was a scheme no ordinary person could have devised.

He paused, then lowered his voice: "This humble general... can only return to report."

Li Yingge's pupils contracted slightly.

Of course she knew who Uncle Liu was—a veteran who had fought alongside her father on the battlefield, a man who had seen countless armies and had never encountered any strange or unusual formations. Now, he was saying he "didn't understand"?

She tapped her fingertips lightly on the table, her beautiful eyes slightly narrowed, and whispered, "Interesting..."

But she was still not easily convinced.

The Divine Might Army is her lifeline; how could she allow a boy of unknown origin to use it for trial and error?

"Let's see how it goes," she said calmly, her gaze fixed on the depths of the training ground.

·

Right now—

"ha!!"

"town!!"

A loud shout shattered the silence!

"The gate of life—open!!"

"Death Gate—Close!!"

Eight thousand soldiers roared in unison, their feet stepping in the Seven Star Step, and their formation instantly shifted!

In an instant, the earth seemed to tremble, and an invisible killing intent surged up from the ground! An intense, almost tangible sense of oppression swept over, and even Li Yingge on the command platform suddenly stood up, the dossier in her hand slipping to the ground!

"hiss--!"

She gasped, and the guards behind her turned pale, involuntarily taking a half-step back.

"What...what the hell is this?!"

"Just standing there exudes this kind of pressure... Imagine if it were activated..."

"Impossible! What kind of formation can gather the power of eight thousand people into the strength of one?!"

Exclamations of surprise rose and fell.

Standing on high ground, Li Yingge looked down at the entire field. On the training ground, eight thousand Divine Might Army soldiers had formed a huge array, shaped like the Bagua, with Yin and Yang flowing. Eight gates were arranged in eight directions, and when each gate opened, a blood-red gale howled out!

In particular, once the "Gate of Life" opens, its momentum surges; while once the "Gate of Death" closes, its killing intent is contained, like a giant beast retracting its claws, poised to pounce!

This is not a drill.

This is... a war beast about to awaken!

Her red lips parted slightly, and she finally couldn't help but murmur:

"...He's gone mad."

He then turned around and sternly ordered, "Pass on my order—the entire army is on high alert and must not move! Wait until they... finish their march!"

The eight gates were wide open, seemingly without any cover, as if surrounded by enemies on all sides, allowing anyone to spy on them.

On the surface, it looks ordinary.

But the Wuji Bagua Formation, formed by eight thousand people, was like a lurking ancient beast, exuding a chilling killing intent in its silence!

Just looking at it from afar, a heavy sense of suffocation weighed on my heart—a fear that came from my very instincts!

"This is... the Wuji Bagua Formation?!"

"Eight gates of life open simultaneously? That's too lenient! Can they really trap the enemy army?"

Li Yingge frowned slightly, her voice was cold, but her gaze was fixed on Han Ye.

She stood beside him, and this question was naturally directed at him.

Upon hearing this, Han Ye's lips curled up slightly, a faint smile flitting across his pale face, like a snow blade slicing through the morning light.

What you see may not be the truth.

"The path to survival you thought you had..." He paused, his gaze turning deep, "perhaps it was the entrance to the underworld."

After saying that, he raised his index finger to his lips, gave a soft "shh," and whispered, "Don't rush, the real show is just beginning."

The next moment—

He suddenly raised his hand, his voice booming like thunder: "Charge! Break through the formation!"

"kill--!"

"kill--!"

"kill--!"

As soon as the order was given, the remaining 12,000 elite troops of the Divine Might Army surged forward like a tidal wave, their iron hooves pounding the ground and kicking up dust. They covered the distance of a few hundred steps in an instant!

Without hesitation, they charged straight in through the eight "gates of life," their momentum unstoppable, sweeping into the heart of the great formation!

Just as the last person stepped into the formation—

"Close the gate of life!"

"The Gate of Death, open!"

A furious roar erupted from the heart of the formation! Sima Liang's eyes were bloodshot, his armor fluttered, and his long sword was raised high, making him look like a demon descending upon the world!

Boom—!

Eight thousand soldiers suddenly shifted positions! Their footsteps clashed, their formations shifted, as if the earth were spinning and the stars were shifting! The eight gates that were once open instantly closed like pincers! And those directions that were once considered escape routes were now all blocked by thick shield walls, their spears exposed menacingly, their cold light piercing to the bone!

The 12,000-strong army suddenly turned around—their pupils constricted!

Is there any way out behind us?!

Only when the shields pressed in, and spears, like venomous snakes spitting their tongues, pierced through the gaps and aimed straight for the throat!

"What's going on?!"

"Damn it! I can't get a refund!"

"General! The door's gone! We're blocked!!"

The morale of the troops was thrown into chaos, and cries of alarm arose from all sides.

The commander at the front gritted his teeth and looked up, discovering a gap in the path ahead. Hope ignited in his eyes: "There's a way out! Follow me and charge out!"

"kill--!"

He roared and spurred his horse into a wild gallop, leading his remaining troops in a desperate charge!

But just as they reached the edge of the breach—

Suddenly, a deafening battle cry erupted from both sides!

The shield formation cracked open, and countless armored soldiers marched out in a horizontal line, their spears thrusting out like thorns, piercing directly from under the horses' bellies!

"Pfft—!"

"Pfft—!"

"Pfft—!"

Blood splattered, the warhorse neighed in agony, its front hooves snapped, and it crashed heavily to the ground! Before the soldiers on horseback could even react, they were pinned to the ground by several spears, unable to move!

"Retreat! Retreat now—!"

Thousands of people were instantly thrown to the ground, and cries of agony filled the air!

The survivors at the rear turned pale and, in a panic, turned around and fled for their lives!

"ah--!!"

"Ambush! It's all an ambush! Run!!"

"Sima Liang, you're fucking insidious!!"

"Bullshit! This is a scheme orchestrated by Young Master Han Ye!"

"Holy crap! It's full of traps!!"

But they had only escaped a short distance when the scene before them froze everyone's blood—