Under One Person: My Inner Realm Connects to All Worlds!

Chapter 223 Battle of Luoyang
"Report——!"

A scout on horseback galloped over.

"Reporting to the commander, the vanguard of the Qi army has reached five miles away."

Wang Yanzhang snorted heavily, then slammed his massive iron spear into the ground, the sound like muffled thunder: "A mere woman dares to offend the might of my Great Liang?"

"Pass down the order: deploy the Sky Piercing Army Formation according to the original plan. Archers, prepare your positions. I want to see how many lives they have left to pay for this!"

"Yes!"

The messenger rushed away.

Upon receiving the order, the 100,000 Liang soldiers moved swiftly. Heavy shields crashed to the ground, spears shot out like a forest, and archers drew their bows, ready to fire. The gleaming arrows were aimed at the open plain ahead.

The Heavenly Prism Formation, like a colossal beast, lay coiled, exuding a chilling aura, awaiting the attack of the Qi army.

On the distant horizon, the banners of the Qi army gradually appeared. However, the expected charge did not materialize; the Qi army vanguard abruptly stopped outside the range of crossbow bolts and split to the sides.

At the center of the army, Li Xingyun was not wearing armor, but was still dressed in ordinary clothes, standing side by side with Shuiyunji, who was dressed as the King of Qi.

Yuan Tiangang stood silently to his side and behind him like a ghost, his gaze beneath the mask sweeping over Liang Jun's tight formation without a ripple.

"Liang's army's formation is quite disciplined; Wang Yanzhang truly lives up to his reputation as a renowned general," Shui Yunji commented, her tone tinged with seriousness. Even if the Qi army were to win by charging directly into this formation, they would suffer heavy losses.

Li Xingyun smiled slightly, appearing confident: "A cornered beast's struggle is merely a facade. Prince Qi, please wait a moment, the real show is about to begin."

Then, Li Xingyun nodded slightly to the side.

Bai Qi stepped forward, his eyes bloodshot beneath the bronze mask. He slowly raised his right arm, behind him stood twelve hundred undead terracotta warriors, their grayish-blue skin gleaming coldly in the autumn sun.

Their eyes burned with a sinister crimson light, and black and red qi rose from their bodies, intertwining and gradually converging into a cloud of bloody smoke that enveloped the heavens and the earth.

"wind!"

Bai Qi's hoarse voice, like the friction of metal, was not loud, but it clearly reached the ears of every terracotta warrior.

"Gale!"

The twelve hundred terracotta warriors roared in unison, the sound not loud, yet it made the ground beneath their feet tremble slightly. The roar was not like a human voice, but more like the resonance of hundreds of vengeful spirits from the depths of hell.

The dark red and black energy surged wildly, gathering, twisting, and shaping above them. It was no longer a single fierce tiger, but transformed into an enormous, solidified blood-red spear!
The spear was wrapped with countless hideous, wailing demonic faces, its tip pointing straight to the sky. The fierce pressure emanating from it caused the Liang army's warhorses in the distance to neigh in panic, and their formation to become slightly turbulent.

Wang Yanzhang's expression changed. He had been through countless battles, but he had never felt such a pure and cold killing intent.

"Fire the arrow! Fire the arrow quickly!"

He roared sharply, a strong sense of unease rising within him.

Om-!
Within Liang's army formation, thousands of powerful crossbows fired simultaneously, arrows swarming down like locusts, their sharp whistling sounds echoing through the air, raining down upon the still, blood-red army formation.

Bai Qi snorted coldly and suddenly swung his arm down.

As he moved, the enormous blood-red spear in the sky suddenly turned around, not to pierce the Liang army formation, but to smash into the towering and imposing city gate tower of Luoyang with the force to tear the sky apart.

"Boom——!!!"

It seemed as if only this one loud bang remained in the world.

The crimson spears clashed violently with the city gate tower.

Bricks and stones flew everywhere, and dust billowed into the sky. A shockwave, visible to the naked eye, suddenly spread out in a ring, completely overturning a section of the Liang army's shield formation at the forefront.

That powerful strike, which embodies the killing intent of a thousand years of military strategy, combines the physical refinement techniques of Buddhist and Taoist guardian deities, and is further enhanced by the Heavenly Talisman, is something that ordinary city walls cannot withstand.
Luoyang, known as the Eastern Capital, had incredibly sturdy city gate towers, but now they were as flimsy as paper.

Under the devastating impact of the crimson spears, the massive gate tower broke and collapsed, along with a large section of the city wall, revealing a huge gap that looked as if it had been gnawed by a giant beast!

Before the smoke and dust had cleared, the panicked defenders inside the city were already visible.

Wang Yanzhang stared in disbelief, almost unable to believe his eyes. A single strike to breach the city?
What terrifying power this is!
However, the nightmare had only just begun. "Break through."

Bai Qi's voice was cold and ruthless as he issued the second command.

The 1,200 terracotta warriors moved.

They made no roars, no shouts, and even their footsteps were so perfectly synchronized they were chilling. They formed a sharp, cone-shaped formation with astonishing speed, Bai Qi being the sharpest point of that cone.

The towering aura of blood and smoke surged once more, this time transforming above their army formation into a blood-red Qiongqi with wings sprouting from its ribs and baring fangs.

The Qiongqi roared silently to the sky, its wings flapping and stirring up gusts of foul wind.

"Stop them! Stop them now!"

Wang Yanzhang snapped out of his shock and roared hoarsely. He realized that this terrifying army's goal was not to engage his main force, but to break directly into Luoyang through the breach in the city wall.

Liang Jun's elite troops surged forward frantically, attempting to plug the gap and intercept the enemy formation.

But all is in vain.

The army of terracotta warriors led by Bai Qi was like a red-hot iron being scalded into butter.

Wherever they went, spears shattered, shields broke, men and horses fell over, and the Liang army's weapons could only produce a few sparks when they struck the grayish-blue skin of the terracotta warriors, hardly causing any real damage.

Each strike of these immortal soldiers contained immense power. The black and red qi that touched the Liang soldiers immediately eroded their flesh like maggots clinging to bones, turning them into withered bones before they could even utter a scream.

The blood-red Qiongqi army's will was even more ferocious and incomparable. With sweeping wings and tearing claws, it easily crushed and shattered the Liang army squads that were trying to regroup.

The cone formation maintained its speed without slowing down, carving a bloody path through the 100,000 Liang soldiers, and piercing straight into the collapsed city gate.

Wang Yanzhang, his eyes blazing with fury, brandished his spear and spurred his horse, personally leading his personal guard in a fierce charge. His massive iron spear, accompanied by the sound of wind ripping through the air, aimed straight at Bai Qi, the very tip of the army's formation.

"clang--!"

A deafening clang of metal clashing rang out!

Bai Qi didn't even turn around; he parried with a backhand sword.

Wang Yanzhang felt an irresistible force coming from the gun, his tiger's mouth split open, blood gushing out, and he and his horse were shaken backward, his blood churning violently within him.

Bai Qi's figure, along with the ruthlessly advancing army, disappeared into the billowing dust of Luoyang.

The city has fallen.

There was a moment of deathly silence on the battlefield.

Whether it was the Liang army on or below the city walls, or the Qi allied forces watching from the rear, they were all utterly shocked by the lightning-fast and domineering way the city was breached.

Behind Li Xingyun, Shuiyunji instinctively tightened her grip on the reins, her beautiful eyes filled with shock and disbelief. She finally understood why this young man had such confidence.

He commands a truly powerful and invincible army, capable of turning the tide and trampling everything!

Just like the Xuanjia Army that accompanied Emperor Taizong back then!
Yuan Tiangang's eyes flickered violently beneath his mask as he looked at the blood-red army formation disappearing into the dust, then at Li Xingyun beside him, whose expression remained calm. His heart was filled with turbulent emotions.

The "surprise" that His Highness brought was far more astonishing than he had imagined.

Li Xingyun slowly raised his hand, his voice clearly carrying throughout his own camp:
"Luoyang has been opened, the entire army—"

"Attack!"

The Qi army seemed to awaken from a dream, and the deafening battle cries finally erupted, like a flood bursting its banks, surging towards the collapsed city gate and towards the Liang army whose morale had already collapsed.

The outcome of the Battle of Yi River was already decided.

The fall of Luoyang marked the death knell for the Liang Kingdom, which this immortal army had tolled in the most violent and direct way.

(End of this chapter)