After the spiritual energy was restored: Goddess girlfriends came knocking.

"Let's go! Evacuate as many as we can!"

"Don't go back to the capital."

While entangled with the enemy's Nascent Soul cultivator, Tu Shan Jing transmitted his voice to Jiang Yan.

Jiang Yan looked up and met his gaze across the battlefield.

Without further ado, each person immediately relayed their orders.

With a single sword stroke, he slashed away the approaching enemy soldiers, and his divine sense swept across the entire battlefield.

Lufa's left arm was bruised, and the tip of a broken spear was still embedded in his shoulder armor.

Tu Shanye's blood stained half of his armor red, yet he gritted his teeth and fought back while retreating.

The encirclement is tightening, and with each shrinking circle, more Tushan soldiers fall.

If this continues, none of them will be able to leave.

"Jian Li, go to Tianxin's side!" Jiang Yan transmitted his voice.

Jian Li slashed down the enemy soldiers in front of her with a sword aura, then turned to look at her master.

"Master—"

"go!"

Jian Li gritted her teeth, turned around, and rushed towards Ao Tianxin's location.

Jiang Yan took a deep breath, and all the luck he had accumulated in his body over the past two years poured out at this moment.

When the Haoran Nourishing Qi Technique was activated to its fullest extent, the golden Qi in his dantian surged into the pen at his fingertips.

"The north wind sweeps across the land, snapping the white grass; in the eighth month of the lunar calendar, snow flies in the northern regions."

The pen tip dragged through the air, the ink turning into a biting north wind.

A blizzard suddenly appeared.

A fierce wind swept across the entire battlefield, carrying ice shards and snow spray, causing the temperature to plummet.

A thin layer of ice had formed on the wings of the winged soldiers, making their feathers stiff and requiring more effort to flap them each time.

The Xuan Yu army, which had been able to move freely in the air, now felt like birds covered in mud, their wings growing heavier and heavier.

Right now.

"Break through!" Jiang Yan raised his sword, and the war drums of the Northern Expeditionary Army sounded again.

With twin swords clearing the way, the ancestral sword cleaved a gap in the front, while the old sword slashed back and forth among the enemy ranks, with each flash of sword light causing a wolf rider to fall.

Above the clouds, Ao Tianxin watched the figure wielding a sword amidst the chaos of battle, his right hand making a grasping motion, and a Guan Dao appeared out of thin air.

She knew in her heart that as the ruler of the Dragon Court, every breath she took was related to the Dragon Court's stance.

She cannot directly intervene in the dynastic war in the Demon Realm, otherwise it would be tantamount to declaring war.

But if it's just to cover up a small corner of the escape route, I imagine no one would dare to object.

Just as the Guan Dao was about to strike, three powerful auras shot out from different directions.

The Heavenly Wolf National Preceptor, the Tushan National Preceptor, and Yu Lingxiao, the Great General of the Xuanyu Dynasty.

The three Mahayana practitioners took their positions simultaneously, forming a triangular shape that surrounded Ao Tianxin in the center.

The three of them first bowed to Ao Tianxin in unison, adopting a very humble posture.

"Senior Ao," the Heavenly Wolf National Preceptor spoke first, his tone respectful, "This matter is a national war between Heavenly Wolf and Tushan, and has nothing to do with the Dragon Court."

"We can assure Senior Ao that we will never harm Jiang Yan's life." His eyes flickered slightly. "We only want to protect our country and the people behind us."

"But if you insist on taking action, senior," he paused, lowering his voice even further, "the three of us working together, while we dare not say we will win, we can at least hold you back temporarily. At that time, on the battlefield, swords and spears have no eyes, and it will be even more difficult to end the situation."

Then he straightened up and calmly met Ao Tianxin's gaze: "Moreover, as far as I know, the Dragon Court is at a crucial moment in conquering the four seas. Senior, you wouldn't want to have three more dynasties as enemies, would you?"

This is a case of trying to be polite first, then resorting to force.

Ao Tianxin did not answer.

The temperature in the retina dropped to freezing.

With a wave of her sleeve, an invisible force drew Jian Li to her side.

Before Jian Li could even stand still, she turned to look at the battlefield, her small face full of anxiety. She spotted the silver-armored figure at a glance.

Jiang Yan's internal energy has been completely depleted.

He had more and more injuries on his body.

"Lu Fa! Lead your men and force your way out, don't worry about casualties!" Jiang Yan transmitted his voice as he cleaved through the approaching wolf general with a sword aura.

Lu Fa limped along, leaning on his broken spear. Tu Shanye fired his last spiritual arrow, slung his bow over his shoulder, and then unleashed a spell at the pursuers.

All high-level combatants at the Nascent Soul stage and above were tied up in the clouds, and neither side had any extra high-end forces to commit to the ground battlefield.

With the threat of the Nascent Soul stage gone, the Northern Expeditionary Army, despite suffering heavy casualties, was still able to barely maintain its formation.

This is good news.

But it's only barely considered.

Because the Xuan Yu army in the sky had recovered from the blizzard's suppression and was regrouping.

Once they recover and block their escape route from the air, it will be too late for them to leave.

Jiang Yan's gaze inadvertently swept across the battlefield.

Several armies were lined up there.

Their formation was intact; the soldiers stood still, weapons in hand, silently watching this side.

If they were there—never mind, there are no ifs.

They withdrew their gaze and continued their breakout attempt.

Just as the army was about to break through the encirclement, the silent ranks outside the battlefield suddenly stirred.

Several voice transmissions simultaneously reached the ears of the Tu Shan retainers and generals outside the battlefield, instructing them to immediately take action and intercept Jiang Yan with all their might.

They looked up at Jiang Yan, who was breaking through the enemy lines, their faces grim.

Several generals' lips twitched a few times, their knuckles turning white as they gripped their sword hilts.

One of the veterans stuck his sword into the ground and sat down.

"I won't do it."

The people around him remained silent, neither refuting him nor carrying out his orders.

He just stood there, watching the decimated army in the distance still desperately trying to break through.

Jiang Yan didn't notice this scene.

He was no longer able to think clearly at that moment.

Finally, Jiang Yan reached the weakest point in the encirclement. He drew both swords simultaneously, and two dragons, one black and one white, slashed down from the sky, tearing apart the last shield formation.

"Retreat! Quickly!" Lufa roared.

The remaining 60,000-strong Tushan army broke through the last line of defense of the encirclement.

If they take one more step forward, they can collectively burn their spiritual energy and escape.

Just as the army was about to break out of the encirclement, a deafening wolf howl came from the direction of the capital of the Sirius Kingdom.

The city gates were opened wide again.

A giant white wolf, nearly ten feet tall, charged out of the city, its four hooves treading on fire, each step leaving a charred mark on the ground.

A demonic beast at the mid-stage of the Nascent Soul realm.

Jiang Yan's face was as still as water.

Their own Nascent Soul and Void Refinement cultivators were all tied up in the clouds, and Ao Tianxin was surrounded by three Mahayana cultivators.

There were no more people on the battlefield who could stop this beast.

The giant white wolf pounced straight at the retreating army.

Those soldiers who couldn't dodge in time were sent flying without even having a chance to scream.

"Lu Fa! Tu Shanye!" Jiang Yan roared, "Take everyone and retreat! Run as many as you can! Go to Chang'an, and don't look back!"

Lu Fa was startled.

Tu Shanye's pupils contracted sharply, and he turned his head abruptly, "Boss, you—"

"This is a military order." Jiang Yan's tone left no room for doubt, directly cutting off Tu Shanye's words.

He flipped his wrist to raise his sword, turned around, and flew against the retreating crowd, heading straight for the giant white wolf.

The enemy's blood, still wet on the blade, condensed into a cold glint in the wind.

Behind him were the bloodied and battered soldiers.