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

A pale golden light flowed around Jiang Yan, and his merit and fortune were repairing his injuries at a visible speed.

Looking up at the white-gold dragon silhouette in the clouds, he tightened his grip on the sword.

On the other side, Mo Lin flew out of the pit with a gloomy face.

His scales were shattered in many places, and dark green blood flowed down the seams. His vertical pupils were fixed on the platinum dragon in the sky.

Cang Yao was fighting two opponents alone. With the swing of her dragon tail, golden flames poured down like a torrential rain. Even with the combined efforts of Shan Kui and Chi Tong, they could not gain the slightest advantage.

Mo Lin withdrew his gaze, surveyed the battlefield, and his cold, vertical pupils once again fixed on Jiang Yan.

Jiang Yan sensed the gaze fixed on him, and a thin layer of sweat appeared on his palms.

Without hesitation, he activated the "Burning Lamp Illuminating the Night" technique within his body at full power.

I'm ready to go all out.

Just then, a voice transmission entered his ear.

"Don't rush."

It was Wen Chaosheng's voice.

Jiang Yan turned his head and saw Wen Chaosheng holding that rusty longsword, glancing at him across the entire battlefield.

Then he turned back and grinned at Luefeng.

"You scruffy bird," he said. "Get ready to meet my brothers."

The eagle's eyes suddenly narrowed.

As a demon, the bloodline of the ancient ferocious bird within him issued its most primal warning at this moment.

Wen Chaosheng drew two fingers across the sword, his fingertips tracing the rust, beneath which a ghostly blue flame ignited.

The flames spread from the sword to his wrist, enveloping him in a layer of eerie blue light.

This is a secret technique he obtained deep within the ancient temple of the Brahma Realm—the Severing of Immortality, a power gained at the cost of burning one's lifespan.

Every breath is draining my lifespan.

Wen Chaosheng's lips slowly curled up, his eyes surging with a burning passion that had been suppressed for a thousand years.

He had waited too long for this day.

The figure of Wen Chaosheng was reflected in Luefeng's pupils as the sword light fell.

He desperately raised his wings to block, but before the sword's edge, fueled by the burning lifespan, it was as fragile as a piece of paper.

The protective aura shattered layer by layer, and Lue Feng spat out a mouthful of blood mist before being blasted away by a sword.

Before he had flown far, the second sword had already crashed down.

Then came the third, the fourth, and the fifth sword strikes—each striking precisely at Lüefeng's vital points.

As the final sword fell, Luefeng's body exploded in mid-air, blood mist and shattered feathers scattering in all directions.

The primordial spirit hastily escaped from the mangled body, transforming into a streak of light and fleeing madly toward the suspended mountain.

Wen Chaosheng drew his sword to give chase, but his figure swayed as the cost of burning his lifespan began to backfire.

He turned to look at Mo Lin, sighed, and thought, "Well, there's still one Mahayana cultivator I need to stop."

But Jiang Yan had already made her move.

With the Soul-Chasing Bow in hand, the bowstring is drawn taut.

With the Great Qi Nourishing Technique and the Lamp Illuminating the Night Technique operating simultaneously to their maximum extent, most of the merit and fortune poured into the bow's body like a flood bursting its banks.

The arrow locked onto the fleeing primordial spirit.

The arrow is fired.

A black and gold beam of light pierced through the entire battlefield. A heart-wrenching scream came from the distant horizon as Lue Feng's primordial spirit was pierced through the air by the Soul-Chasing Arrow and strangled in half.

It vanished completely in the wind.

Wen Chaosheng smiled.

Then he lowered his head and murmured to himself as he looked at the clouds below.

"Big brother, fourth sister, I've taken him to see you."

He raised his head, took a deep breath, and while the effects of the burning secret technique were still present, he appeared in front of Mo Lin in a flash.

The rusty sword was swung again, and the two collided with a loud crash.

Jiang Yan put down the longbow and gasped for breath.

This arrow drained most of his merits and good fortune.

He glanced at Wen Chaosheng, who was locked in battle with Mo Lin, and breathed a sigh of relief.

At this moment, countless people have died or been wounded on the battlefield.

The corpses were piled up in two layers on the ground, some from the Chang'an army and some from the allied forces. Broken weapons and shattered armor were mixed together, making it impossible to distinguish which were enemies and which were comrades.

Blood pooled in thin streams on the scorched earth, flowing slowly down the slopes to the low-lying areas.

In the distance, behind the allied forces' formation, seven or eight Nascent Soul cultivators stood together.

Their gaze shifted from the fierce battle between Wen Chaosheng and Mo Lin to the panting human boy beside the ruins of the city wall.

Jiang Yan's bow was still hanging at his side, his arm was trembling, and his breathing had obviously weakened considerably.

They didn't believe they could fire a second arrow in this condition.

They exchanged a glance, and the eight combined entities moved simultaneously.

In that instant, a blade of energy slashed across from outside the battlefield.

Wherever the blade's energy passed, it cleaved the earth in a deep, bottomless crack.

The combined charging formation of eight was directly crushed by this slash. Five of them were devoured by the blade energy before they could even scream, their physical bodies and primordial spirits exploding into nothingness in the void.

The remaining three were lucky enough to be on the edge of the blade's edge. They were thrown backward by the shockwave, crashing into the rubble in the distance, spitting blood, their eyes filled with undisguised terror.

A figure in pure white descended from the sky.

Ao Tianxin's gaze swept across the battlefield, and seeing Cang Yao fighting two opponents alone, he nodded in satisfaction.

Then his gaze fell on Jiang Yan's blood-stained body, and the temperature in his eyes suddenly dropped to freezing point.

Without a word, he swung his sword backhand, the blade flashing across the sky, aiming straight for Akame.

Red Eyes' pupils contracted sharply, and the vulture behind him flapped its wings desperately, trying to create distance, but the blade flashed even faster.

The blade grazed the base of his left wing, and blood poured down from the sky like a torrential downpour.

Red-eyed staggered backward, his face ashen.

The mountain beast roared and pounced to help, but Cang Yao, seeing that it dared to be distracted, threw a punch with her left hand.

The fist's energy collided with the mountain demon's protective aura, shattering the aura and sending him flying.

Before he even landed, Ao Tianxin's blade was already upon him, slicing from his right shoulder to his left rib, creating a deep, bone-revealing wound on Shan Kui's chest.

A thick arm fell from the sky, crashing to the ground and kicking up a cloud of dust.

Shan Kui clutched his severed arm and groaned, fear appearing in his bear-like eyes for the first time.

The Heavenly Wolf National Preceptor saw this and his expression changed drastically.

He made a decisive move and sent a telepathic message to the surviving servants of Sirius, ordering a full retreat.

There's no point in continuing this battle.

Shan Kui looked unwilling, but there was nothing he could do.

"withdraw."

The allied forces began a full-scale retreat.

The entire battle line contracted rapidly, like waves receding from the tide.

The Chang'an army was also unable to pursue them at this point.

With nearly 40% casualties, although the high-level combat forces won, the mid- and low-level elites suffered heavy losses. Everyone was panting heavily as they watched the enemy recede into the distance.

Mo Lin broke free from Wen Chaosheng, wanting to escape the battlefield.

A platinum-gold dragon shadow blocked his way.

Cang Yao transformed back into human form, her robes stained with blood, her peach blossom eyes coldly fixed on him.

Ao Tianxin arrived from behind, stepping through the air, his Guan Dao pointing diagonally at the ground, the blade still bearing traces of the mountain demon's blood.

Mo Lin broke out in a cold sweat, gritted his teeth, and with a swift movement, his body transformed into eight afterimages that shot off in different directions.

But Cang Yao's fist came even faster, and the seven afterimages shattered at the same time. Mo Lin spat out a mouthful of blood and his body flew backward.

Ao Tianxin slashed horizontally with his Guan Dao, the blade light sweeping across the back of the black-scaled python. The ancient black-scaled python's defense was no match for the blade.

After several rounds.

This ancient black-scaled giant python, which had dominated the Demon Realm for thousands of years, lay in the giant pit, its scales dull, its snake eyes unfocused, its life force completely extinguished, and even its primordial spirit turned into nothingness.

Of the four demon kings, Luefeng's primordial spirit was shot and killed by Jiang Yan, Molin was destroyed in both body and spirit, Chitong lost his wing, and Shan Kui lost his arm.

Of the combined forces they brought, nearly ten died on this battlefield.

Upon witnessing this, the remaining Allied forces retreated even faster.

No one looked back anymore, and no one dared to have any other thoughts.

Cang Yao landed in front of Jiang Yan immediately, took his arm and looked him up and down.

Jianli and Ruoshui stood by his side the whole time.

Xiao Xiao landed beside her sister, her battle axe stained with blood, and looked up at Jiang Yan, letting out a sigh of relief.

Zhou Caiwei sheathed her sword, quickly walked over and stood behind Cang Yao, her gaze sweeping over Jiang Yan to make sure he was alright.

He was surrounded by a group of women in the middle.

Jiang Yan had no choice but to raise her hands in surrender.

"Really, really, I'm fine."

The atmosphere eased a little when the women saw that he could still joke around.

Ao Tianxin, floating on the clouds, sheathed his Guan Dao and looked at the figure below who was surrounded by a dense crowd with a strange expression.

She wanted to go down and check on Jiang Yan's injuries, but after glancing at the crowd surrounding them, she stopped.

There were so many people that it was impossible to squeeze in; it seemed like she wouldn't be able to get in even if she went down.

Meanwhile, the soldiers of Chang'an on the battlefield finally began to recover from their high state of tension.

Won.

We won.

Lu Fa was the first to raise his broken sword, his hoarse voice echoing across the battlefield: "Chang'an—"

Then came the second, the third, and more soldiers joined in.

The shouts grew louder and louder: "Chang'an! Chang'an! Chang'an!"

Upon hearing this voice, Jiang Yan's lips slowly curved into a smile.