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

With Tu Shan's defection, the allied forces' flank collapsed.

The three Mahayana cultivators were firmly restrained, and no one on the battlefield below could withstand the onslaught of Jiang Yan and Tu Shan Ruoshui.

The situation on the battlefield began to tilt in Chang'an's favor.

Just then, at the horizon behind the allied forces, two powerful demonic energies soared into the sky.

Red eyes and black scales.

The remaining two of the four demon kings of Suspended Mountain.

Red Eyes is a white-headed vulture, and Ink Scales is an ancient black-scaled giant python; both are in the late Mahayana stage.

Cang Xiaoxiao looked grim and exchanged a glance with Zhou Caiwei and Yu Qian.

Although the three remained silent, they all understood that it was already difficult for them to hold off the Heavenly Wolf National Master even when they joined forces, and now two more were coming from the opposite side.

This battle suddenly became extremely difficult to fight.

Akame stopped in the clouds, her gaze coldly sweeping across the battlefield: "A bunch of trash."

His voice pierced the ears of every Allied general like needles.

Mo Lin did not speak, but his gaze passed through the chaotic battlefield and landed on Jiang Yan.

Cang Yao stood on the cloud, her brows furrowed as she looked at the two people who had suddenly appeared. She took a step forward and brought Shan Kui and Chi Tong into her attack range at the same time.

Alone, he stood in front of the two Mahayana demon kings.

Seeing this, Mo Lin's figure blurred into a dark red afterimage, bypassing Cang Yao's interception from the side and rushing straight towards the Chang'an army's line below.

Cang Yao's pupils contracted sharply. She shook off the mountain demon and the red-eyed demon that were binding her, and her figure shot out like an arrow, rushing straight towards Mo Lin.

On the battlefield, Ruoshui is retrieving her nine-tailed fox.

Jiang Yan was beside her, and both of them felt a chill run up their spines.

A dark green whip-like shadow tore through the void, leaving fine black cracks in the space it passed through.

Jiang Yan almost instinctively stepped to the side to block Ruoshui, condensing all his spiritual power into a golden shield.

The whip fell, and the shield shattered.

The whip continued its relentless force, striking Jiang Yan hard in the chest.

The dragon scale inner armor made a crisp sound.

The armor plates shattered inch by inch, peeling off his body, and were actually blown into countless fragments by this one whip.

Jiang Yan spat out a mouthful of blood and was sent flying backward, crashing into half of the city wall before coming to a stop.

On the battlefield, several gazes froze simultaneously.

In that instant, Ruoshui felt that all sounds in the world had disappeared.

All that remained was the image of Jiang Yan flying backwards, replaying repeatedly in her pupils.

A look of surprise flashed in Mo Lin's vertical pupils.

The mere Void Refinement cultivator hadn't been pulverized after taking a single blow from my whip.

He cracked his whip again, this time aiming at Ruoshui.

Then a dragon's roar was heard.

A chilling killing intent emanated from behind.

All the demons on the battlefield simultaneously felt a chill emanating from the depths of their blood.

Cang Yao revealed her true form.

A giant, platinum-gold dragon stretched across the sky above the battlefield.

The dragon's tail, wreathed in golden flames, slashed through the sky and struck the black scales.

Mo Lin wanted to dodge, but couldn't.

He suddenly spat out a mouthful of dark green blood and was sent flying by the tail.

Before we even landed, the sky above us darkened.

Cang Xiaoxiao shook off the Heavenly Wolf National Teacher and descended from the sky.

For the first time, a look of rage appeared on that somewhat childlike face.

The phantom of Xuanwu raised its front hoof and stomped hard on the spot where the black scales had fallen.

The entire earth trembled, and a huge crater, hundreds of feet in diameter, appeared in the center of the battlefield. Rock fragments were thrown into the air and pulverized by the shockwave before they could fall to the ground.

Mo Lin lay at the bottom of the pit, dark green blood seeping continuously from the gaps in his scales.

Looking up at the white-gold dragon in the sky, and then at the Xuanwu phantom standing on him, his eyes were filled with horror.

All of this happened in the blink of an eye.

Ruoshui had already knelt beside the ruins and dug Jiang Yan out of the rubble.

"Jiang Yan!" Her fox-like eyes were full of tears, and her voice trembled so much that she could barely speak.

"Why were you so foolish... Why did you shield me from that...?"

She pressed her hand against his chest and sensed that the spiritual energy was still flowing and his heart was still beating. Only then did she relax her shoulders, but tears still streamed down her face.

"Don't cry, I'm fine." Jiang Yan's voice was a little weak.

He channeled his internal energy to heal himself, and a pale golden light emanated from his dantian, slowly repairing his broken bones along his meridians.

A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth: "It's just a pity about the dragon scale armor."

That was something Cang Yao left for him.

The first reverse scale shed when transforming into a dragon protected him many times, but now it has come to an end.

Jian Li fought her way to the city wall from the other side, and her eyes instantly turned red when she saw her master.

She landed on the ground and squatted down, her lips pressed tightly together.

Jiang Yan raised his hand and rubbed her head: "You're really okay."

At that moment, the power of the ancestral spirit within Ruoshui's body surged violently.

Sadness, anger, and resentment collided in his dantian, shattering the bottleneck of the peak of the Nascent Soul stage.

Nine phantom fox tails shot into the sky once more, reaching the Refinement Realm.

Ruoshui looked down at Jiang Yan, tears still clinging to the corners of her eyes, but her voice had calmed down: "Don't do that again next time."

Jiang Yan looked at her, a faint smile appearing in his eyes: "You're the one my mother even gave me as an heirloom. If I don't save you, who will?"

"Hmph." Ruoshui turned her face away, but her ears secretly blushed.

Those watching from the sidelines breathed a sigh of relief when they saw that Jiang Yan was unharmed.

But the heavy burden on his heart was not lifted.

Although Mo Lin was temporarily suppressed, a late-stage Mahayana cultivator is not so easy to deal with.

Once he recovers, it will likely still be a tough battle.

Chi Tong and Shan Kui were still locked in battle with Cang Yao, while Lue Feng and Wen Chaosheng's sword lights were still clashing in the clouds.

……

At this moment, thousands of miles away from Chang'an City, above a desolate plain.

Two auras powerful enough to make the entire world tremble are confronting each other.

Ao Tianxin stood leaning on his sword, his gaze cold and indifferent.

Opposite him, Yu Sheng stood in mid-air, his dark golden hair spreading in the wind, and a pair of huge golden wings slowly flapping behind him, with tiny golden flames falling from the tips of the wings with each flap.

The two gazed at each other from a distance of a hundred feet.

No one spoke; the surrounding clouds had already been torn into pieces by two invisible forces of pressure.

"Lord of the Dragon Court," Yu Sheng spoke, his tone cold, "Are you sure you want to make an enemy of the Hanging Mountain for the sake of a human city?"

Ao Tianxin didn't answer; she was too lazy to waste words with him.

The cold, eerie blue light on the blade suddenly intensified.

Yu Sheng shook his head, and with a flick of his right hand, a long spear made of dark gold appeared in his palm.

Fine arcs of golden lightning crackled and crackled around the spear.

"Very well." His voice suddenly turned cold. "Let me see just how much the legendary Lord of the Dragon Court really is."

The two attacked simultaneously, without any probing, going all out from the start.

The phantom of a giant dragon and the golden lightning spear intertwined above the clouds, creating an apocalyptic scene.

About half an hour later, the two retreated simultaneously.

Yu Sheng looked down at the knife wound that stretched from his chest to his waist, his face darkening.

Ao Tianxin shook off the blood droplets on her hands; her entire sleeve was stained red with blood.

His face remained expressionless, and the eerie blue light on the blade shone once more.

"This madman," Yu Sheng cursed inwardly, but showed no sign of it on his face.

Golden light flowed down from the wingtips and enveloped his body, and his wounds slowly healed within the cocoon of light.

Those eagle eyes swept over Ao Tianxin one last time before his figure slowly faded away and disappeared into the wind.

There's no need for me to fight this to the death.

His purpose in coming here was merely to delay for a short while.

With the four demon kings of Suspended Mountain and the allied forces of six countries pressing in, surely they can't have failed to capture a single human city after all this time?

Ao Tianxin sheathed his Guan Dao, turned around, and transformed into a streak of light, speeding towards Chang'an City.