The memories of all humanity are awakening, except for mine.

The cavalryman couldn't dodge in time, and his right hand was severed by the sharp sword. The cavalryman felt the pain and his body stiffened slightly.

Jiang Chuan was not about to let this golden opportunity slip by. He immediately thrust out his sword again, forcing the cavalry general to retreat repeatedly, leaving him in a sorry state.

The battlefield was shrouded in smoke and dust, obstructing visibility, making it impossible for Lu Zheng to rush over and help. He was so anxious that he stamped his feet.

The undead cavalry had already charged onto the pile of ruins. Although the cavalry general had lost an arm, he was still fierce. He grabbed an arm from a cavalryman next to him, drew a long sword, and charged towards Jiang Chuan again.

Jiang Chuan unleashed the Rolling Sword Style from the "Great River Sword Intent," his sword shredding the charging cavalrymen to pieces.

However, there were simply too many undead cavalrymen, and Jiang Chuan was soon surrounded.

On the other side, Chen Deng quickly led the shield bearers and spearmen to form a shield formation, preparing to meet the surging undead cavalry.

Seeing this, Lu Zheng knew he couldn't help Jiang Chuan for the time being and had no choice but to retreat. Given the current situation, Jiang Chuan's chances of survival were slim.

The undead cavalry charged into the shield-armored formation. A muffled thud was heard as the first rank of cavalry was pierced by the spearmen's lances, but the shield-armored formation also began to shake under the powerful impact.

Chen Deng shouted, "Kill! Everyone, hold on!"

Upon hearing the sound, the spearmen behind the shield-armored formation swiftly thrust out another row of spears, knocking the charging cavalrymen and their horses to the ground.

The second wave of the undead cavalry charge followed immediately.

This time, their attack was even more ferocious, and the shield formation was forcibly breached.

The shield bearers were forced back by the overwhelming force, and the Heyang army's defensive line was on the verge of collapse.

At this critical moment, Zhu Shiwu led five hundred cavalrymen to charge out from the flank.

They plunged straight into the ranks of the undead cavalry, successfully cutting off their charge.

However, this operation came at a heavy price; of the five hundred cavalrymen who charged in, only two hundred remained when they charged out again.

Chen Deng shouted anxiously, "Push it forward! Everyone, pull together and hold it!"

Upon hearing this, the soldiers of the Heyang Army gritted their teeth and pushed forward with all their might.

They used their own bodies and shields to withstand the cavalry's frenzied charge.

The shield bearers endured the immense impact of the cavalry in front and the thrust exerted by their comrades behind them to stabilize the defensive line. Under the combined force of these two immense powers, they fell one after another.

None of them backed down; they gritted their teeth and persevered.

After Zhu Shiwu led the remaining cavalry out, he turned back without hesitation and, together with the shield formation, tried to completely reverse the momentum of the undead cavalry's charge.

On the battlefield, the sounds of clashing weapons and shouts of battle mingled together, creating utter chaos.

Jiang Chuan's fate remains uncertain, while the Heyang army is also fighting desperately to hold on.

Both sides were bloodthirsty, fighting for survival, and neither was willing to back down easily.

Weicheng, a city that was usually quite peaceful, has now become a battlefield.

On the inner city wall, Mu Qingling gripped the crenellations tightly, watching the fierce battle below, her face turning deathly pale.

Her lips trembled: "How could... how could it have turned out like this..."

Zhu Shiwu, riding a tall warhorse and gripping a broken lance tightly in his hand, led five hundred cavalrymen and charged towards the undead cavalry below the city.

But these undead cavalry were not ordinary troops; they had no consciousness and no fear.

Zhu Shiwu roared and thrust his broken spear fiercely at a necromancer cavalryman.

The undead cavalryman neither dodged nor evaded, but directly met the spear tip with his body.

With a "thud," the spear tip pierced the undead cavalryman's body, but the cavalryman seemed to feel nothing, still swinging his long sword and slashing at Zhu Shiwu.

Zhu Shiwu quickly dodged to the side, the long sword grazing his armor, sparks flying.

The five hundred cavalrymen charged into the undead cavalry and were instantly overwhelmed.

All that could be heard were screams of agony as soldiers fell from their horses, blood gushing out. In the blink of an eye, three hundred men had fallen.

The blood spread rapidly across the ground, like a red river that stained half the battlefield.

Zhu Shiwu himself was also in pain. He felt a sharp pain in his hand and could no longer hold the lance, which fell to the ground with a clatter.

He looked down and saw that his hand was split open, and blood was flowing down his arm.

Looking around, the remaining cavalrymen looked terrified, and their horses pawed at each other nervously, not daring to charge forward any further.

Just at this critical moment, the side gate of the inner city creaked open.

A thousand elite cavalrymen charged out from the east gate, west gate, and main gate.

The sound of horses' hooves thundered, and dust flew everywhere.

Mu Chen, clad in heavy armor, strode onto the city wall. His expression was grave as he shouted, "Five hundred archers, prepare!"

Five hundred crossbowmen stood in a neat row, their bows drawn and arrows aimed at the undead cavalrymen who kept charging out of the tunnel.

Mu Chen then roared with all his might, "Release the arrows!" As soon as he finished speaking, the archers released their bows at the same time, and the arrows flew towards the undead cavalry a hundred paces away.

A series of "thud" sounds rang out from the undead cavalry as arrows struck their targets one after another.

The undead cavalry were riddled with arrows, some even falling off their horses, but the undead cavalry behind them did not retreat and continued to charge wave after wave.

Chen Deng stood below the city and shouted, "Maintain formation! Shield bearers, move forward!" The shield bearers quickly raised their shields, forming a shield wall.

However, the undead cavalry's charge was too powerful, and the shield bearers suffered heavy casualties in the second wave of attacks.

People were constantly being slashed by the undead cavalry's longswords and knocked down by their warhorses. Gaps gradually appeared in the shield wall, and the formation began to fall apart.

In the third charge, the undead cavalry went berserk and charged directly at the shield formation.

Their warhorses leaped high and stomped heavily on the shield bearers.

All that could be heard was a scream, and three hundred shield bearers were instantly trampled to death under the horses' hooves.

The spearmen quickly thrust their spears forward, attempting to halt the undead cavalry's advance.

But these undead cavalrymen were not afraid of the spears at all. They charged forward fearlessly and crashed directly into the spears.

The spears were bent and deformed by the impact, the spearmen's formation was broken and scattered, and the soldiers fled in all directions.

Just then, the inner city's main gate burst open with a loud bang, and a thousand heavily armored cavalrymen charged head-on towards the undead cavalry.

The two cavalrymen collided instantly, producing a loud bang.

The warhorses neighed, and the cavalrymen were thrown off by the enormous impact, crashing heavily to the ground and never getting up again.

Blood flowed on the ground, mixing with the soil to form a muddy swamp of blood.

Looking at Jiang Chuan's side, he was already surrounded by the undead cavalry.

The ground beneath his feet was littered with the remains of soldiers and warhorses, and his body was covered in wounds, his clothes stained with blood.

The nameless cavalryman's eyes were bloodshot as he stared intently at Jiang Chuan, as if he wanted to devour him alive.

Jiang Chuan wielded his Azure Frost Sword with ferocious force, attempting to fend off the attacks of the surrounding undead cavalry. Suddenly, one of the undead cavalry seized the opportunity and slashed Jiang Chuan from behind.

Jiang Chuan felt a sharp pain in his back, his body lurched forward, and he was trampled to the ground by the skeletal warhorse. He spat out a mouthful of blood, which splattered onto the ground.

The undead cavalry surrounded him, raising their weapons to strike at Jiang Chuan.

Just as Jiang Chuan was about to be trampled to death by the horse's hooves, at this critical moment, Jiang Chuan suddenly let out a roar, a roar that carried the sound of a dragon's cry.

His pupils instantly lit up with gold, his veins bulged, and his whole body exuded an ancient aura.

That's right, the dragon soul has awakened! The green scales in Jiang Chuan's arms seemed to sense the change in their master and began to jump excitedly.

Suddenly, the image of Xie Xuan leveling a mountain ridge with a single sword strike outside Liuzhuang half a year ago flashed into Jiang Chuan's mind. That sharp sword intent seemed to transcend time and space, rushing directly into his mind. He also seemed to see the scene ten years ago when the nameless swordsman comprehended the Heavenly Dao Sword.

"A single sword stroke, and three thousand qi!" Jiang Chuan laughed loudly, the power of the dragon soul stimulating the innate pure yang true qi within his body.

The Azure Frost Sword in his hand shone brightly as he thrust it fiercely towards the surrounding undead cavalry. Sword energy crisscrossed, and wherever it struck, the undead cavalry fell one after another.

This single sword strike instantly annihilated six hundred cavalrymen! The entire passageway fell into a deathly silence, save for Jiang Chuan's panting.

Jiang Chuan trembled all over, and blood slowly flowed from his nostrils, but he still forced himself to stand there steadily.

The nameless cavalryman's legs buckled, and he knelt on the ground, unable to rise again.

But the undead cavalry's offensive did not stop; they continued to pour out of the tunnels.

The dragon soul within Jiang Chuan made him incredibly violent. He wielded the Azure Frost Sword, its blade flashing as it blocked the charge of the undead cavalry.

A sigh came from the top of the inner city wall.

Upon hearing the sound, Mu Chen quickly turned around and saw that Yu Youwei had already crossed the city wall and was flying towards the black torrent in the passageway.

Behind her, the swordsman in the straw raincoat also jumped down.

Yu Youwei opened her paper umbrella in mid-air, but in an instant, she threw it away. She drew a famous sword from the umbrella handle, flicked her wrist, and charged into the undead cavalry, her sword flashing in a dense, impenetrable flurry.

With each swing of the sword, dozens of undead cavalrymen fell.

She and the swordsman in the straw raincoat traveled against the tide, and wherever they went, the undead cavalry were routed. The two were invincible in the enemy ranks.

Mu Chen and Chen Deng stood on the city wall, staring in astonishment at the figures of Yu Youwei and the swordsman in the straw raincoat.

Zhu Shiwu was thrilled by the heroic figures of Yu Youwei and the swordsman.

Jiang Chuan continued his frenzied hacking and slashing; he was so enraged that he couldn't stop.

Suddenly, a pale white hand gently patted his shoulder.

"Young Master." Yu Youwei's voice rang in his ear.

Jiang Chuan was startled and instinctively turned around, his sword about to slash behind him.

But when he saw Yu Youwei's face, he couldn't bring himself to strike with his sword.

Yu Youwei reached out her palm and gently patted his shoulder.

Jiang Chuan felt a gentle force enter his body, and the dragon soul within him gradually calmed down.

Only then did he realize that Yu Youwei had never left the city and had been by his side the whole time.

At this moment, the swordsman in the straw raincoat looked up, and Xian Zhen descended from the sky.

Xian Zhen, shirtless, stood steadily on the ruins, holding a famous sword as he faced his tribulation.

His blood-red demonic eyes looked indifferently at Jiang Chuan.

Jiang Chuan sensed a powerful aura and quickly turned around, where he saw Xian Zhen.

The dragon soul within him gradually became clear at this moment.

The two stared at each other, and Jiang Chuan seemed to see the scene of mountains of corpses and seas of blood behind Xian Zhen, and felt the endless hatred he had felt seventy years ago.

Xian Zhen was also stunned; he recognized the dragon soul in Jiang Chuan's eyes.

His dry voice slowly rose: "It's you..."

Yu Youwei looked up and saw Xian Zhen, who should have passed away seventy years ago, and smiled faintly.

This smile, amidst the ever-changing world, inexplicably added a touch of mystery.

When Xian Zhen saw Yu Youwei's appearance, his body stiffened abruptly, as if struck by an invisible force. In an instant, memories of the past dragged his thoughts into the abyss of the past.

Thirty years ago, that dangerous place, known to the world as the Forest of Death, was shrouded in miasma and was eerie and terrifying.

Xianzhen trudged through the forest with difficulty. The silence around him was eerie, with only the sound of his heavy footsteps echoing through the woods.

Suddenly, a petite figure entered his field of vision. It was a little girl, leading a mysterious man whose body radiated dazzling golden light.

The golden light illuminated almost the entire dark forest.

Xianzhen's intuition told him that the man's appearance was inextricably linked to his deepest obsession.

He stared wide-eyed at the man, trying to etch his face into his memory.

But when he tried to recall the man's appearance again, a sharp pain shot through his head. The man's face became a blur in his memory, and only the deep, abyss-like voice remained faintly in his mind.

On the city wall, Zhao Dun stood tall and straight, his eyes scanning the surroundings warily.

The demonic cultivator Li Tianxing appeared, a wicked smile playing on his lips, shattering the tranquility.

“Zhao Dun,” Li Tianxing began, his voice tinged with mockery, “In this world today, alien races have risen to power. Do you know who they targeted first? It was the Yan Kingdom!”

Zhao Dun frowned slightly upon hearing this.

Li Tianxing was secretly delighted, and then offered a tempting offer: "As long as you help me accomplish one thing, I will make the southern region of Yan your domain, Zhao Dun. How about it?"

Li Tianxing is no benevolent person; there must be a sinister conspiracy behind this deal.

Zhao Dun clenched his fists, torn between his inner turmoil and his own indecision.

Beneath the city walls, Xian Zhen was already facing off against Jiang Chuan and Yu Youwei.

Xian Zhen's spiritual power surged, and his powerful aura spread, stirring up the sand, stones, grass, and trees on the ground.

"None of you will leave here today!" Xian Zhen roared, instantly closing in on Jiang Chuan.

Jiang Chuan was not afraid at all. A faint blue light emanated from his body as he raised his hand to set up a spiritual energy barrier in an attempt to block Xian Zhen's attack.

However, Xian Zhen's strength was too great; with a single punch, he easily shattered the spiritual energy barrier.

Jiang Chuan felt a powerful force strike him, and he was thrown backward uncontrollably, crashing heavily to the ground with blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.

Xian Zhen, seizing the advantage, took a step forward and reached out to grab Jiang Chuan's chest, his target being the dragon soul within Jiang Chuan's body.

"Hmph, this dragon soul is mine today!" Xian Zhen's face twisted in a ferocious grin, clearly about to succeed. (End of Chapter)