With the rise of my family, I can summon the Daoist Soldiers' Nest.

At this moment, deep within the Northern Xiongnu camp, in a secluded corner far from the central main tent, several shaman tents stood quietly in the wind and rain.

The first-rate shaman warrior who fought Lin Ye on the city wall during the day was now sitting cross-legged on a felt rug, closing his eyes to regulate his breathing, with faint fluctuations of internal energy flowing around him.

"Guardian," a second-rate shaman warrior beside him asked hesitantly in a low voice, "Tonight... are we really not going to send anyone to protect the junior captain?"

After all, the other side also has martial arts practitioners. If something goes wrong, the Left Grand Commandant will blame us... Besides, the Great Shaman specifically instructed us before we left..."

The top-tier shaman, known as the "Guardian," slowly opened his eyes, a hint of impatience and mockery flashing in them.

"That idiot, he caused his own command failures and heavy losses, and now he expects us to clean up his mess?" He sneered.

"Haven't we already sent two followers? If we send any more, wouldn't they just become his personal bodyguards?"

He stood up, stretched his limbs, and his tone became increasingly unfriendly.

"Besides, the other side of the city wall is brightly lit. If anyone dares to jump off the wall, the scouts will see them. If there's any commotion, we can go over when the alarm sounds."

At this point, a clear look of anger appeared on his face. "Because of his erroneous command, in this small county town, my sect has already lost two second-rate martial artists! Do you expect me, the protector, to personally guard his camp gate?"

Upon hearing this, the surrounding shaman warriors all showed expressions of agreement, their eyes flashing with anger.

In the battle during the day, if that young captain hadn't been so greedy for merit and reckless, and hadn't forced an attack on the city in the rain, how could they have lost two fellow disciples for no reason?

If it weren't for the orders of the Great Shaman and the overall situation of the Northern Xiongnu, they would probably have already rushed to the main tent to question that guy.

"Hmph, it's good to teach him a lesson, so he won't think that my shamanism is easy to bully," another shaman warrior with an injured left arm said sinisterly.

The guardian closed his eyes again and stopped speaking, but his aura grew deeper and deeper, clearly wanting to seize the tranquility of this rainy night and recover the internal energy that he had exhausted during the day as soon as possible.

Outside the tent, the patter of rain masked all the murderous intent.

Inside the tent, the subtle and tense relationship between the shamanism and the Northern Xiongnu military was laid bare at this moment.

No one expected that this very barrier would bring a devastating disaster to the entire Northern Xiongnu army.

Lin Ye, who had leaped down from the city wall, had already used his superb lightness skill to traverse the most dangerous hundred-meter open area.

After his figure disappeared into the darkness, he moved swiftly along the ground like a ghost, heading straight for the Northern Xiongnu camp three miles away.

A Northern Xiongnu sentry responsible for monitoring the city wall rubbed his sore eyes and vaguely saw a dark shadow cut through the rain from above the city wall.

But he assumed it was just a hallucination from staring at it for too long, or perhaps it was a carrier pigeon or a Taoist priest released from the city. He didn't take it to heart, thinking he would just casually mention it when the shift changed.

Anyway, even if there are reinforcements, they can't possibly arrive this quickly.

However, for Lin Ye, these three miles were only a matter of a dozen breaths.

"Whoosh—"

The sound of something cutting through the air was barely perceptible in the rainy night.

Lin Ye moved into the camp like a ghost, without even pausing. He lightly touched the top of a tent on the edge with his toes, used the momentum to leap into the air, and headed straight for the most conspicuous white central command tent in the camp.

"Snap!"

The longsword, imbued with powerful internal energy, tore through the cowhide and wooden beams of the tent roof without any resistance.

Lin Ye crashed into the tent like a meteorite!

Only then did the guards patrolling the perimeter suddenly awaken, and the piercing alarm broke through the rainy night.

On the other side of the camp, the shaman warriors who were meditating changed their expressions upon hearing the alarm bell.

"Assassins! Protect the young captain!"

Several shaman warriors, disregarding their still-recovering internal energy, filed out of their tents and ran frantically toward the central command tent.

However, when they arrived, panting heavily, the sight before them terrified them.

The large white tent, which symbolized the authority of the Northern Xiongnu commander, had mostly collapsed, with wooden beams and canvas scattered all over the ground.

In the rainy night, Lin Ye, holding a blood-dripping longsword, was locked in combat with two shaman warriors who were guarding him, while the young captain and a centurion lay dead to the side, their fates unknown.

It was all too late.

It turned out that the people in the tent were completely unprepared when Lin Ye descended from the sky.

One of them was a centurion under the command of the Left Grand Commandant. He had come to assist the Junior Commandant in battle, intending to gain merit for him. Due to his special status, the Junior Commandant kept him in the tent to discuss military matters.

The young Northern Xiongnu commander immediately panicked and ran wildly out of the tent.

Outside the tent, two second-rate shaman warriors were stationed. If they could delay for just a little longer, reinforcements would pour in.

However, would Lin Ye give him that chance to catch his breath?

With a flash, Lin Ye swept past the junior captain like a ghost, his sword flashing and disappearing in an instant.

"laugh--"

Before the young commander could even react, a scarlet line of blood appeared on his neck.

As a third-rate martial artist, he shouldn't have been so easily defeated.

Unfortunately, he was still young and inexperienced. When faced with such a sudden change, he was so frightened that he lost his mind the moment he turned his back to his enemy. He was unable to put up any resistance and collapsed to the ground.

Having achieved his primary objective, Lin Ye turned his gaze to the centurion.

Upon recognizing that the man's attire was unusual, he knew that if this man were allowed to live, he would become a future threat, so he immediately turned around and pounced on him without hesitation.

Although the centurion was also a second-rate martial artist, he practiced a military formation that could repel thousands of troops. His fighting style was expansive and powerful, and what he feared most was the exquisite swordsmanship that involved close-quarters combat.

Faced with Lin Ye's "Qingyuan Sword Technique" as gentle as a breeze, he had the strength of a thousand pounds but nowhere to use it. In just three or five rounds, he was pierced through the heart by a sword and fell to the ground with a thud.

At this moment, the shaman warriors outside the tent burst through the broken tent door.

This was the last scene they saw when they arrived: the commander-in-chief was decapitated, the Left Grand Commandant's beloved general was dead, and that damned Northern Han warrior was coldly watching them, holding a blood-dripping sword.

Seeing that reinforcements had arrived, Lin Ye stopped fighting and suddenly exerted force with his toes, his body flying out of the collapsed tent roof like an arrow.

"Stop!" Several shaman warriors roared and gave chase, but when they leaped, they only managed to jump a few feet before crashing back to the ground.

Looking at Lin Ye again, with this leap of lightness skill, he directly crossed a distance of nearly a hundred meters, instantly widening the gap between them by tens of meters, leaving the group of shamans far behind, and in the blink of an eye, he rushed out of the camp area.

As for the scattered arrows that came hastily along the way, they were nothing but futile struggles in the face of such ghostly speed, unable to even touch the hem of her clothes.

Almost at the same moment, from the direction of Jingbian City in the distance, came the deafening sound of horses' hooves and shouts of battle.

That was the Lin family army and the Jingbian garrison, who had been waiting for battle for a long time. After receiving the signal, they finally launched a desperate counterattack!