Great Wilderness Demon Lord

On the third day, the night was as dark as ink, without stars or moon, making it the perfect time for a night raid.

An hour before midnight, the city was deathly silent.

Torches were sparse on the city walls, and the patrolling footsteps were spaced far apart. The southwest corner was even darker, with only a couple of scattered lights flickering in the cold wind.

Inside the walls, the prisoner camp had already been taken into custody, and all prisoners were strictly ordered not to make a sound; a suffocating fear permeated the air.

Meanwhile, at the base of the southwest corner of the wall, in dozens of hidden pits cleverly concealed by snow and wooden planks, eighty of Zhao Meng's most elite veterans and merchant guild guards were holding their breath, gripping their swords and bows, awaiting the signal.

Behind the crenellations of the wall, the thirty crossbowmen and twenty swordsmen under Tieshan's command crouched low, their eyes fixed on the dark snowfield outside the wall.

Xiao Yunlan did not hide under or on top of the wall.

He stood alone in a dark shadow on the upper level of the bastion, draped in a black cloak, overlooking the entire southwestern battlefield.

Deep within his dantian, the demonic flames were still, firmly suppressed by his powerful willpower.

Tonight, he doesn't need the power of demonic thoughts; what he needs is absolute calmness and precise judgment.

Time passed slowly, and the cold wind swept across the city walls, making a mournful sound.

Nearly.

Xiao Yunlan's pupils contracted slightly.

In the far distance, amidst the faint reflection of the snow, dozens of dark figures appeared, almost blending into the night.

They moved extremely fast and were exceptionally quiet; the sound of their footsteps on the snow was barely audible, clearly indicating that they were the elite of the elite.

The number... was around a hundred riders. The lead rider was exceptionally burly, and the giant wolf he rode was also larger than usual; it was Wugu!

They glided across the snowfield like ghosts, spreading out about two hundred paces from the trench, dismounted, and silently approached on foot.

Only about thirty riders remained behind, clearly to provide support.

Wugu was very cautious.

Instead of rushing directly to the pre-set "weak point," he first sent more than ten men in two teams to carefully scout along both sides of the trench, seemingly carrying tools similar to ground listening devices to check for any signs of an ambush.

Inside the hidden pit, Zhao Meng and the others had their hearts pounding like drums. They pressed their bodies even lower and slowed their breathing to the minimum.

The scouting wolf soldiers lingered near the "weak point" for a moment, then gestured to their rear.

Perhaps due to extreme confidence in his stealth abilities, perhaps due to days of observation and inside information lowering his guard, or perhaps due to his eagerness to make a name for himself, Wugu finally made his decision.

He waved.

About sixty elite Wolf Rong soldiers, led by Wugu himself, pounced swiftly and silently on the shallower section of the trench, like a pack of wolves hunting their prey.

They carried grappling hooks and short ladders, and their movements were skillful, clearly indicating that they had practiced many times.

It's now!

Xiao Yunlan's eyes flashed, and he suddenly swung his arm down.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!" Three rockets, each with a sharp whistling sound, shot into the sky from the direction of the bastion, piercing the night sky!

Signal!

"Kill—!" Zhao Meng's roar was like a thunderclap from a clear sky. He was the first to throw off the wooden planks and snow on his head and leap out of the hiding pit!

Eighty ambushers behind him shouted in unison, like demons emerging from hell. Their blades flashed, and they instantly cut into the flank of the Wolf Rong troops who were climbing or had just crossed the trench!

Almost simultaneously, torches atop the wall blazed brightly! Tieshan roared, "Fire the arrows!"

The crossbows, already poised to fire, emitted a dense hum, and specially made armor-piercing bolts, positioned high above, covered both inside and outside the trench!

The archers aimed at the thirty Wolf Rong cavalrymen who were coming to their aid, and rained down arrows!

Despite being ambushed, the elite Wolf Warriors remained calm and displayed fierce fighting skills.

They quickly abandoned their climb, formed ranks, and charged into battle, roaring as they fought fiercely against the ambushers who rushed up to them.

The sounds of clashing swords, tearing flesh, and dying screams instantly shattered the silence of the night!

Wugu reacted extremely quickly, realizing he had fallen into a trap the instant the rocket launched. However, instead of retreating immediately, his eyes flashed with ferocity, and with a roar, he swung a heavy scimitar like a wheel, instantly cleaving two charging guards away. He then charged straight towards the center of the hidden pit, going against the direction of the ambush – he wanted to kill the general and reverse this unfavorable situation!

"Wugu!" A clear shout came from the side front.

Xiao Yunlan had already sneaked down from the fortress at some point. His black cloak flowed like the night under the firelight and snow, and in his hand was the heavy scimitar he had captured from the Wolf Rong centurion.

He blocked Wugu's path as he charged toward Zhao Meng.

Their gazes met head-on for the first time on the bloody battlefield.

Wugu's eyes were filled with rage and bloodthirsty killing intent, while Xiao Yunlan's eyes were filled with an icy calm.

Without a word, the scimitar pierced the air with a sharp whistling sound, aiming straight for Xiao Yunlan's head!

This strike was unleashed with fury and immense power. Even before the blade arrived, the chilling killing intent caused Xiao Yunlan's hair to fly wildly.

Xiao Yunlan did not take the hit head-on.

He shifted his feet, his figure sliding half a step to the side like a ghost, his curved blade slashing upwards at an even more cunning angle, not to parry, but to directly target the opening in Wugu's ribs exposed by the swing of the blade—this was an instinct imprinted in his body by the Courageous Demon Battle Technique, efficient and deadly.

Wugu's pupils contracted slightly, clearly not expecting his opponent's movements to be so unpredictable and his sword strikes so ruthless. He roared and forcefully withdrew his sword, pressing it down.

"clang--!"

The ear-piercing clang of metal clashing echoed across the battlefield, sparks flying everywhere!

Xiao Yunlan's arm went slightly numb. Wu Gu's strength was indeed far greater than that of the centurion he had killed in battle before.

But he did not back down. Using the force of the collision, he spun around and advanced again. His blade flashed like snowflakes, and every move was aimed at Wu Gu's vital points, bringing speed and precision to the extreme.

He did not use any demonic power from his dantian, relying solely on his cultivation, combat skills, and willpower to fight the enemy.

Wugu grew increasingly alarmed as the fight progressed.

The young Yongren general before me possessed superb swordsmanship and agile movements. What was even more terrifying was his calmness and decisiveness in battle, which seemed far beyond what one would expect from someone his age.

Every time he launched a seemingly inevitable and powerful attack, his opponent skillfully deflected or guided it, while the opponent's counterattack was like a venomous snake spitting its tongue, insidious and difficult to defend against.

His pride and courage seemed to be trapped by an invisible net, making it difficult to fully unleash them.

The two engaged in fierce combat in the center of the chaotic battlefield, their blades flashing and their figures clashing. Wherever they passed, both the Wolf Warriors and the defending soldiers instinctively avoided them, creating a brief vacuum.

Meanwhile, the surrounding battle situation was tilting in favor of the defenders.

The ambush was launched first, followed by crossbowmen pressing down from the walls. The elite Wolf Rong troops were divided and surrounded, and fell one after another.

The cavalry that were supposed to provide support from the rear were blocked by a hail of arrows and could not provide effective assistance.

With casualties exceeding thirty or forty men and Wugu being entangled by the enemy's commander, the Langrong's formation began to falter.

"My lord! Let's retreat!" A wolf-warrior captain covered in blood forced his opponent back and shouted hoarsely at Wugu.