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

Looking at the giant city before him, Shan Kui stopped thinking and raised his right arm, swinging it forward.

A million-strong army surged toward Chang'an like a flood bursting its banks.

With the enemy troops at the city gates, there's no need for further words; the battle begins immediately.

The earth trembled, and dark clouds formed from demonic energy surged from behind the formation, blotting out the sky and the sun.

Chang'an City responded by activating its first layer of protective array. The defensive line formed by the city's cultivators and allied forces surged out of the array like a tide, and the two sides stretched out a wide battle line with the three layers of protective arrays forming the depth.

Countless magical lights exploded in the air as the Chang'an army and the allied forces collided like two torrents of steel, their battle cries shaking the heavens and the earth.

The battle seemed to have reached a fever pitch from the very beginning.

Jiang Yan stood in mid-air above the city wall, expressionless. With a flick of his right hand, a jet-black longbow appeared out of thin air.

Lightning crackled and crackled across the bow.

The Soul-Chasing Bow, a trophy obtained by the Heavenly Book from Ancestor Crimson Thunder, reappeared along with the storage ring when the user broke through to the Void Refinement stage.

It's also the only useful thing in the storage ring.

He took a deep breath, drew the bowstring taut, and activated the Great Qi Nourishing Technique and the Lighting Lamp Illuminating the Night Technique within his body to their fullest extent. His fortune and merits poured into the bow like a burst dam.

The dark gold patterns on the bow lit up one by one, and an invisible pressure spread out from the city wall.

"Heaven and earth possess righteous energy, which manifests in various forms, becoming rivers and mountains below, and the sun and stars above."

An arrow of merit and fortune, entirely black and gold, was condensing on the bowstring.

The arrow is fired.

A black and gold beam of light pierced through the entire battlefield and shot towards the rear of the allied forces.

The three Mahayana cultivators on the other side moved at the same time.

The three rushed toward the trajectory of the arrow, attempting to block it.

But a golden light was faster than them.

Cang Yao appeared in front of Shan Kui in an instant, her plain white robes fluttering in the wind.

Shan Kui's bear-like pupils suddenly contracted, and he could clearly sense the pure, suffocating dragon might emanating from the woman in front of him.

The natural suppression of his superior bloodline slowed down the flow of his spiritual energy.

"Is the Dragon Court really going to make a move?" Shan Kui's voice was deep and rumbling like thunder. "Have you thought this through? Offending a domain lord for a mere human city is not a worthwhile deal."

Cang Yao coldly replied, "You talk too much nonsense."

She raised her hand and clenched her fist.

There were no magical artifacts or spells; it was just a slender, white fist.

Then he threw a punch.

Wherever the fist passed, the space rippled like the surface of water after a stone was thrown in, with visible spatial waves spreading in all directions.

With a roar, the mountain demon raised his arms and crossed them in front of him, a layer of dark golden protective aura appearing on his arm armor.

The sonic boom that exploded the moment the fist struck the protective aura shattered all the rocks within a radius of dozens of miles into dust. The allied soldiers on the ground were thrown about by the shockwave, and the nearest square formations were pushed dozens of feet away by the shockwave.

Shan Kui was sent flying backwards, traversing dozens of miles, before crashing into a large mountain.

The mountain split and collapsed in the middle, with half of the mountain collapsing.

The battlefield was quiet for about three breaths.

Then, deafening cheers erupted atop Chang'an city walls.

Lue Feng's expression changed slightly as a bluish-gray sword light slashed from the side, blocking his path.

Wen Chaosheng stood in mid-air, holding a longsword whose grade was unknown. The rust on the sword did not affect the extremely sharp sword intent.

"I've been waiting for you outside the Suspended Mountain for hundreds of years." He grinned, staring at Lue Feng as if he were looking at a main course that had been waiting for too long. "Let me see if you, this birdman, have improved over the years."

Lue Feng's eyes turned cold: "Mere remnants of a defeated army."

The two collided, and the sword light and wind blades exploded in the clouds, creating a blinding white light.

The Heavenly Wolf National Preceptor's face was grim. He hadn't expected Wen Chaosheng to still be alive. Just as the arrow was approaching, he was about to intercept it.

A huge battle axe came crashing down on him.

The axe blade was wreathed in a dark blue aura.

The Heavenly Wolf Grand Preceptor dodged to the side, his battle axe grazing his robes and cleaving through the void, splitting a cloud behind him in two.

Cang Xiaoxiao stood in mid-air, holding her battle axe.

Beside him, Yu Qian flipped through a yellowed ancient book, and a righteous aura gathered from all directions, condensing into chains that wrapped around the Heavenly Wolf National Preceptor.

Zhou Caiwei drew her longsword, her sword intent poised to strike. As the tip of the sword trembled slightly, the sound of the air being cut was as fine as a sudden downpour.

The three surrounded the Heavenly Wolf National Preceptor in a triangular formation.

The gap between Mahayana and Integration is obvious; a direct confrontation offers no chance of victory. But they don't need to win; simply entanglement is enough.

All of this happened in just a few breaths.

At this moment, behind the allied forces, the pupils of a demon cultivator in the early stage of the Fusion Realm on Suspended Mountain suddenly contracted.

He formed a hand seal, and twelve protective spiritual lights instantly appeared in front of him, weaving together to form layers of barriers.

It was too late to escape; we had no choice but to tough it out.

The arrow arrived instantly, piercing through twelve barriers as if they were twelve sheets of thin paper, and penetrating his chest.

The protective aura, protective artifacts, and demonic body cultivated for thousands of years during the Integration Stage were all rendered utterly vulnerable before this Soul-Chasing Arrow, which was formed from merit and fortune.

His body exploded in mid-air, spraying blood mist dozens of feet away.

The remaining primordial spirit fled hastily from the blood mist, transforming into a ghostly light and madly escaping out of the battlefield.

But the arrow, sensing the primordial spirit, turned back on its own, the soul-chasing power on the arrow locking onto the ghostly light and twisting it in mid-air.

The ghostly light let out a final, piercing shriek, like a candle flame being extinguished, and vanished into the air.

Seeing this, Jiang Yan's lips curled up slightly. Sure enough, the power of merit caused a greater amount of damage to this demon cultivator who was shrouded in malevolent energy.

Moreover, this bow is called the Soul Chaser.

Less than an incense stick's time had passed since the battle began, and the first combined entity perished.

The cheers of the Chang'an army were deafening, while the allied forces, from generals to soldiers, all wore grim expressions.

In the various dynasties, those at the Integration Stage were already considered to be at the level of Grand Worship. To lose one at the very beginning of the war was a far greater blow to morale than the actual casualties themselves.

Jiang Yan put down the longbow and looked up at the white figure in the clouds.

Cang Yao was standing with her fists clenched when she seemed to sense his gaze. She turned her head and smiled at him.

The conversation from a few days ago flashed through Jiang Yan's mind.

That day, after he finished reviewing official documents, he leaned back in his chair and casually asked, "Wife, I don't think I've ever seen you use a weapon."

Cang Yao paused, holding the teacup, and blinked her peach-blossom eyes: "I have a weapon."

"What kind of weapon?" Jiang Yan asked curiously.

Cang Yao put down her teacup, raised her right hand shyly, and made a fist.

"this."

Jiang Yan blinked: "That's it?"

"What do you mean, 'that's all'?" Cang Yao pouted in dissatisfaction and put her hands behind her back.

"If I throw this punch, no one below the Mahayana level can withstand it."

As she spoke, her chin was slightly raised, her eyes sparkled, and her tone carried a hint of smugness.

This was the first time Jiang Yan had discovered that Cang Yao was actually a body cultivator.

Moreover, judging from the way she sent the mountain monster flying with a single punch, she really didn't need any other weapons.