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They quickly fought their way through and arrived in front of Ling Yu. As soon as they arrived, they saw a soldier behind them pierce Ling Yu's heart with a sword.

Bai Qian was stunned and stood there, unable to believe it. Lin Yaoxie quickly stepped forward and helped Ling Yu up. Ling Yu slowly closed his eyes.

The Wing Army gradually surrounded the group.

"Give me back my Ninth Senior Brother!" With that, Bai Qian grabbed her fan and leaped towards Li Yuan, wanting to avenge Ling Yu. Li Yuan thrust out his sword, which landed steadily on the Jade Purity Kunlun Fan. The two faced off in mid-air, and although they couldn't determine a winner, the Wing Army gradually pressed forward.

"You think you can escape? Hahahaha!" Li Yuan laughed loudly, looking up at the sky.

"I will make you pay for my Ninth Senior Brother's life!" Bai Qian held the Jade Purity Kunlun Fan in her left hand and the Broken Cloud Fan in her right. Holding one in each hand, both were divine artifacts. Her eyes were filled with hatred and resentment, as if she wanted to devour Li Yuan.

"Siyin!" Looking back, a fire phoenix landed in front of Lingyu, and Bai Zhen appeared.

"Fourth Brother!" Bai Qian broke free from the confrontation with Li Yuan, knowing full well that if she continued to entangle herself like this, she would be the one to suffer.

As soon as Bai Qian landed, Bai Zhen lifted her up, and everyone vanished instantly, leaving only Li Yuan standing there stunned and furious, while Qing Cang in the distance also looked unwilling.

When Ling Yu's body was brought back, all the gods were heartbroken.

"Eighteen, quickly go to Kunlun Ruins and inform your Sixteenth Senior Brother to bring back Ling Yu's body as soon as possible," Mo Yuan said, turning to Lin Yaoxie.

Back in the main tent, everyone's faces were grim, and soldiers kept reporting:

Report! Our vanguard has suffered heavy losses.

Report! The enemy has suddenly changed to a strange formation, and our left flank has been breached!

Report! Several young soldiers have been killed due to their inability to withstand the attack!

"The array diagram must have been leaked! Otherwise, how could this array be broken so easily!" As soon as Yao Guang said this, everyone suddenly realized that this array was not an ordinary array and could not be broken so easily. Unless one had a very good understanding of the array's structure, no one could have done this in such a short time.

“Once this formation is set up, there will be no room for maneuver. Master, then what should we do…” Xiao Ming interrupted. Although he already knew the final outcome, he was doing his best to do something, after all, Mo Yuan had treated him well.

"We will definitely suffer a crushing defeat. We must find out who leaked this information, otherwise it will become a major problem in the future. Of course, that's not all. We will not only lose, but lose miserably, but also lose 200,000 heavenly soldiers and generals on the shores of Ruoshui Lake." Mo Yuan's face was grim. This was arguably the toughest and most devastating battle they had fought in many years.

If Qing Cang hadn't possessed the Eastern Emperor Bell, how could he have been so restricted? But what's the use of saying all this now? It's all just empty talk.

"Thank you for your help, God. Are you a member of the Fox Clan?" Mo Yuan asked Bai Zhen.

"I am Bai Zhen!" Bai Zhen bowed respectfully.

"Please take my disciple away, Your Majesty!" Mo Yuan glanced at Bai Qian, who was still crying uncontrollably, and sighed softly.

"Hmm!" Bai Zhen helped Bai Qian up, turned around and left. He couldn't bear to see his younger sister suffer. Of all the children his parents had, Bai Qian was the only girl, so of course everyone doted on her. How could they let her lose her life on the battlefield?

Only Lin Yaoxie knew that Mo Yuan had made the worst decision in his heart at this moment, which was "suicide".

After Bai Qian left, Mo Yuan spoke: "We must change our strategy now, otherwise we will not only lose, but the world may also fall into the hands of Qing Cang!"

Chapter Twenty: Yao Guang's Death

"But is it too late to change our strategy now?" The Third Prince of the Heavenly Emperor wondered, even though Mo Yuan's strength was not to be underestimated.

“If this continues, the heavenly soldiers and generals will eventually be unable to hold on,” Lin Yaoxie said, acknowledging that this was indeed the current situation.

"Now I need ten thousand men to die!" Mo Yuan's expression was grave, clearly indicating that he had considered this carefully before speaking.

The group exchanged bewildered glances, quite surprised by these words.

"Sending them to their deaths? Those are lives! Is there really no other way?" Yao Guang frowned; this was the first time she had ever seen such a fighting style.

"There is no other way. If this plan succeeds, we might be able to turn defeat into victory and have a glimmer of hope." Mo Yuan smiled bitterly. If they were to confront each other head-on now, it would be tantamount to throwing an egg against a rock.

"I am willing to lead my ten thousand people to sacrifice for the world!" A young general strode forward, ready to die, his face showing no fear of death.

"Are you a member of the Sujin tribe?" Mo Yuan asked the young general at a glance.

"Exactly!" the young general clasped his hands in greeting.

"Very well, you'll do it. Tomorrow, lead ten thousand troops to lure out Qing Cang!" Mo Yuan gave the order immediately.

“If we send such an unknown soldier to lure Qing Cang, I’m afraid Qing Cang won’t fall for it easily. Yao Guang’s selfless act of leading 10,000 soldiers to their deaths might leave a glimmer of hope for others.” Yao Guang leaned over to the young general and said something that surprised everyone. Their forces were already severely depleted, and sending another god to his death now would be nothing short of a foolish delaying tactic.

Lin Yaoxie knew very well that among this group of people, only Mo Yuan and Yao Guang were powerful enough to pose a threat to Qing Cang. Although he knew that Yao Guang would not return, Lin Yaoxie was actually quite happy. Seeing the gods fall one by one without any effort, he could sit back and enjoy the benefits.

"Goddess Yaoguang, have you thought this through?" Mo Yuan was shocked. He and Yaoguang usually sat in the main hall on Kunlun Mountain. Everyone knew about Yaoguang's feelings for Mo Yuan, but no one expected that a woman would have such a great sense of righteousness.

"Mo Yuan, among these people, only you and I possess profound magical power. Nothing ventured, nothing gained. I will do my best to stall for time and stretch the battle lines as far as possible." Yao Guang patted the young general's shoulder, seemingly ready to muster the troops immediately. Without seeking Mo Yuan's consent, she bowed slightly and led the young general away.

Mo Yuan remained silent, and the atmosphere fell into a deathly stillness. Lin Yaoxie, unable to bear the atmosphere, found an excuse to leave the suffocating tent and sat down in a quiet spot.

Since these troubles are none of your business, why worry about them too much?

"Why don't we go find some wine?" Lin Yaoxie looked at the small tent in the distance that was emitting a faint light, and an idea suddenly came to mind.

He straightened his clothes and stood up straight. At this time, the heavenly soldiers and generals were all out fighting or on duty, so they had no time to care about such trivial matters.

Lift the curtain.

"Tsk tsk tsk, the resting place for these heavenly soldiers and generals doesn't even have a soft bed for a nap. Compared to you gods, it's really quite shabby!" Lin Yaoxie carefully examined his surroundings and finally found two jars of celestial wine in a corner.

Lifting the tightly sealed lid, the aroma of the wine wafted out, quite tempting. It must have been some celestial soldier who, with a greedy palate, brought this divine brew to the barren banks of the Ruoshui River.

Lin Yaoxie raised the jar to the sky, and the wine poured in. The sweet and spicy taste swept over him. Although it couldn't compare to Zheyan's peach blossom wine, it was much stronger than modern baijiu, red wine, and grape wine, and it was also more original and sweet. It was like strong Erguotou compared to tasteless cat urine. Lin Yaoxie felt that he couldn't get enough of this wine.

Tomorrow would also be the day he could reap the benefits, a day worthy of celebration, yet he was all alone. Lin Yaoxie, however, never felt lonely.

Those who experienced the excitement said so, but Lin Yaoxie had hardly ever enjoyed such excitement, at least not here.

He shook the bottom of the bottle vigorously, and seeing that no more wine spilled, Lin Yaoxie looked unwillingly at the corner to the side. He knocked over a bunch of wine bottles on the ground, and after another glance, he finally saw the fish that had escaped the net. He picked up a wine jar that was full of immortal wine: "I was just wondering how to help Mo Yuan complete his series of operations tomorrow. Now I have a flash of inspiration."

Lin Yaoxie rummaged in his robes and finally found the remaining half of the Forget-Soul Grass. The Forget-Soul Grass, which was once full of vitality, was now like withered grass.

"I spent a fortune to get you, so tomorrow I'll have to let you make the most of your remaining value and give you a good performance." Lin Yaoxie held up the Forget-Soul Grass and smiled wickedly.

A commotion arose outside. Lin Yaoxie lifted the tent flap to look and saw that everyone was gathered outside. In front of him were the Goddess Yaoguang and her soldiers. It seemed that they were about to start their operation.

After a short while, peace returned. Now, all everyone had to do was wait for news from Goddess Yao Guang. Only if the plan succeeded could they feel at ease. Lin Yaoxie, however, was unusually calm among the group. Seeing everyone return to their tents, he looked at the only remaining bottle of fine wine in his hand that was still unopened, and walked straight into Mo Yuan's tent.

"Master, please!"

"Why are you here? And you reek of alcohol?" Mo Yuan could smell Lin Yaoxie's alcohol from three feet away. He closed his eyes and pondered.

"Victory or defeat depends on tomorrow's actions! It's quite cold by the Ruoshui River. Drinking some wine can warm us up. How about I pour a cup for Master?" Lin Yaoxie placed the wine on the table, but Mo Yuan showed no intention of getting up.

"They're really getting more and more disrespectful!" Lin Yaoxie muttered to himself. Although he was unwilling, he now had the Demon Refining Sword Technique, the Azure Frost Cloud Snow Sword, and the Xuan Gang Instant Concealment to protect him. It wasn't that he was afraid of Mo Yuan, but dealing with this group of people was a problem. Otherwise, he wouldn't have needed Qing Cang.

"Considering your good intentions, let it go!" Mo Yuan rubbed his temples, clearly upset by the matter.

Lin Yaoxie chuckled awkwardly, "Master, Qing Cang still has the Eastern Emperor Bell. Although Yao Guang Shangshen went to lure him away, a great battle is inevitable tomorrow. It would be good for Master to drink some wine to calm his mind!" With that, he flipped the triangular cup that was facing down on the table and filled it with wine. Now was not a good time to administer the Forget-Soul Grass.

"Very well, this sentiment is rare, I will drink this cup of wine!" Mo Yuan picked up the cup and drank it all in one gulp.

Mo Yuan is an extremely intelligent person. If he had used the Forget-Soul Grass in the first cup, he would have seen through it at a glance. Lin Yaoxie is not that stupid.

After Mo Yuan finished his first cup, Lin Yaoxie quickly filled a second cup with wine, hid the Forget-Soul Grass under his fingernail, and stirred it down.

"This cup is to my master, to express my gratitude for his nurturing over the years." Lin Yaoxie spoke fluently in official jargon, but Mo Yuan didn't know how to refuse. He took the wine and downed it all in one gulp.

Chapter Twenty-One: The Heaven-Slaying Divine Weapon, the Eastern Emperor

"Alright, you may leave!" Mo Yuan placed the wine cup on the table, his expression indifferent, seemingly unaware of the Forget-Soul Grass planted by Lin Yaoxie.

Lin Yaoxie glanced at Mo Yuan's expression, which showed no abnormality, agreed, and quickly retreated.

The effects of the Forget-Soul Grass can be felt in an instant, but as long as Lin Yaoxie doesn't control his thoughts, Mo Yuan will be no different from usual.

"Now we'll have some fun tomorrow!" Lin Yaoxie stood at the tent entrance, looking into the dimly lit tent, and nodded slightly: "This bow is to express my gratitude for your nurturing of me over the years, Mo Yuan!" He then turned and left.

Although Mo Yuan had been kind to Lin Yaoxie, he ultimately blocked her path. She had to be ruthless on this journey. Lin Yaoxie always believed that the consolidation of the throne had always been built on wandering souls.

"Is there any more wine?" Perhaps smelling the strong scent of wine on Lin Yaoxie, Bai Qian ran over with a red nose and unceremoniously began to collect wine from Lin Yaoxie.

"That's all! The rest are with Master!" He sat down helplessly, glancing at Bai Qian. Because of Bai Lingyu's death, she was still listless, her eyes red and bloodshot, her nose...

Her hair was pink, and even her voice was so hoarse.

Bai Qian didn't speak, but sat down next to Lin Yaoxie. The wind was still howling, and the sky was unusually dark. The great calamity hadn't passed, and no one here could show a smile.

"What's wrong? Something on your mind? It's my fault for not being able to get there in time for Ninth Senior Brother's matter." Lin Yaoxie said in a low voice, feigning frustration.

"How can I blame you! Blame me for not cultivating properly for tens of thousands of years, for not being able to... not being able to... be one step ahead..." The emotions that she had managed to suppress were gradually released again, Bai Qian's brows furrowed slightly, and her voice trembled more and more.

"Cry if you want to! It's too painful to hold it in!" Lin Yaoxie pulled Bai Qian into his arms, his shoulder instantly soaked with tears.

The emotions that had been forcibly suppressed finally broke out hysterically. Lin Yaoxie tightly hugged Bai Qian's waist. The person in his arms was already in tears, but he had to admit that this was a perfect opportunity to win the heart of the beauty.

Without Bai Qian's consent, Lin Yaoxie instantly pulled her up, and the two stood up and embraced tightly. Lin Yaoxie was a veteran in the game of love, and although he hugged Bai Qian so tightly that she could hardly breathe, for thousands of years, the more powerful the expression of emotion, the more sincere the feelings.

Although Bai Qian was startled, she did not resist at all. Gradually, she placed her hand on Lin Yaoxie's waist, hugged him tightly, and was reluctant to let go.

"Alright, alright!" Lin Yaoxie gently stroked Bai Qian's hair.

"Cough cough!" The atmosphere that had been carefully created was interrupted by a cough, and only then did Bai Qian notice how ambiguous the two of them had been just now.

Looking in the direction of the sound, Bai Zhen was standing there casually, looking at the two of them awkwardly, and it was unclear how long he had been standing there.

"Fourth Brother..." Bai Qian called out guiltily.

"Fourth Brother!" Lin Yaoxie didn't stand on ceremony and grabbed Bai Zhen.

Seeing this, Bai Qian panicked and quickly used her hands to pull Bai Zhen and Lin Yaoxie apart. She whispered in her ear, "Fourth Brother, when did you and Lin Yaoxie become so close!" After saying that, she grabbed Bai Zhen's wrist and glared fiercely at Lin Yaoxie.

Lin Yaoxie scratched his head, and simply called out "Fourth Brother," which made Bai Qian jump up and down in a panic, which was quite adorable.

Lin Yaoxie stood with his hands behind his back. Qing Cang remained silent for a long time. Then a soldier entered and exited Mo Yuan's tent. Yao Guang must have succeeded.

Lin Yaoxie, who was about to go into Mo Yuan's tent to find out what was going on, had not yet stepped into the tent when Mo Yuan hurriedly ran out of the tent, gripping the Xuanyuan Sword tightly, followed by a group of young generals.

Although I knew why it was so urgent, it came faster than I had imagined.

Lin Yaoxie grabbed Bai Qian and hurriedly ran away, with Bai Zhen following closely behind.

Less than half a mile away, on the shore of Ruoshui Lake, the ground was covered in smoke and heavy casualties, clearly indicating a fierce battle had just taken place. The thick stench of blood had not yet dissipated, and it seemed that another round of fighting was about to begin.

Strands of black hair fluttered in the gentle breeze, while the cold glint of swords on the ground symbolized countless lives. Hot blood dripped onto the blades, making a soft, rhythmic sound, a scene straight out of hell on earth.

Yao Guang lay on the ground, barely alive. Directly opposite her was Qing Cang, whose few soldiers had been surrounded by heavenly soldiers. Qing Cang held his halberd and glared fiercely at the crowd, as if he wanted to break through the encirclement.

"Qing Cang, you are surrounded. Surrendering to your Winged Clan now will prevent you from suffering a humiliating defeat!" Mo Yuan stood in the middle of the crowd, pointing at the general who was stubbornly resisting.

"Hahahaha... It's already come to this, do you, Mo Yuan, think I, Qing Cang, am afraid?" Qing Cang scoffed. Now that it had begun, how could he stop? He might as well fight to his heart's content.

Leaping into the air, Mo Yuan looked down and swung his Xuanyuan Sword. The powerful sword energy instantly repelled the soldiers. Only Qing Cang remained unmoved, staring at Mo Yuan with a gloomy expression, as if the attack had been effortless.

Before Mo Yuan could make a second move, Qing Cang leaped out, his halberd slamming heavily against the Xuanyuan Sword. The sound of the impact grew increasingly jarring as the weapons rubbed against each other.

With his left hand forming a sword finger, he drew a talisman in the air, then infused his fingertip with vital energy. As he stroked it, the Xuanyuan Sword rang out repeatedly, and the world instantly lost its color. Thunder roared in the sky, and within moments, lightning struck down.