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

On this day, the sounds of battle roared outside Lulong Prefecture, shaking the city bricks.

One hundred thousand Northern Xiongnu troops have surrounded the city and are attacking it day and night. It has now been eight days.

At this moment, some of the Northern Xiongnu cavalry took advantage of a breach in the city gate's defenses and charged straight in, rampaging through the open passages within the city.

The cavalry charged with tremendous force, and the Northern Han defenders' formation inside the city was already crumbling under the repeated attacks, with the remaining troops being forced to retreat step by step.

The shouts of battle from the city walls were deafening, and countless Northern Xiongnu soldiers swarmed up using ladders and climbing equipment. In a short time, many parts of the city's defenses were occupied by the enemy.

General Yangwei Li Zhengfang was covered in blood, and his right arm had taken a hard blow. The pain was excruciating, but he did not back down.

He roared, his longsword slashing in a sharp arc, cleaving the first-rate shaman warrior in front of him in two. Then he leaped forward to attack the enemies who were climbing the city walls from all directions.

His guards had already fallen into pools of blood, and all the Dao soldiers who had fought alongside him and made a pact with him had also died in battle.

At this moment, he was the only one left on the city wall, still fighting to the death.

Suddenly, a blood-red head flew towards him from above.

Li Zhengfang subconsciously turned around and caught it. It was warm and heavy in his hand. He recognized the face all too well; it was General Xue Tao of Jing'an.

Both of them were under the command of General Feng Kun, who was in charge of the Northern Defense. This time, the Northern Plains defense line was in dire need of attention, and Xue Tao was sent to assist him in defending Lulong Prefecture.

"Hahaha, General Li, how have you been?" A hoarse and sinister laugh rang out.

An elderly man with white hair, dressed in a golden robe, with eyes like blades, swiftly swept past from the side, the severed head being the one he casually tossed aside as a show of defiance.

Beside the old man were two middle-aged men dressed in white robes and two Taoist soldiers shaped like wolves.

They are nearly twice the size of ordinary war wolves, with a shoulder height as high as an adult's chest, and their entire bodies are covered with fine, silvery-white scales that gleam with a cold metallic luster in the sunlight.

Its limbs are long and strong, with muscle lines visible beneath its scales. Its facial features are ferocious yet refined, with a long, narrow snout and exposed canine teeth that gleam coldly.

His eyes were silver-gray with narrow, crescent-shaped pupils, and a pale silver crescent-shaped mark was embedded in the center of his forehead.

This is the "Silver Moon Wolf Guard," a contingent of the Northern Xiongnu's Later Heaven Dao soldiers.

Li Zhengfang looked up at the sky and saw two huge shadows circling high in the air. Their wingspans were more than ten feet wide, their golden feathers shimmering, and their sharp claws were chilling. They were the Golden Eagles that had been cultivated into Dao soldiers.

The Golden Eagle's feathers are like those cast from refined gold, shimmering in the sunlight. Its wings are broad and powerful, and its beak is curved and sharp, capable of easily tearing through leather and armor. Its golden eyes are cold and ruthless, and once it locks onto its prey, it will relentlessly pursue it.

Its powerful hind limbs and sharp claws enable it to pursue targets at high speeds in the air and launch thunderous attacks by diving down, making it extremely formidable in combat.

The visitor was none other than Morigen, the Left Great Shaman and Acquired Warrior under the Eastern Shamanic King.

Li Zhengfang recalled the scene from two days ago: his first-class Daoist soldier, Yun Chen Fei Yan, was torn to pieces and annihilated in the claws during a fierce battle with the Rifting Golden Eagle.

At the time, he only felt sorry for losing a Taoist soldier, but he did not expect that the battle situation would deteriorate to such an extent in just two days.

If Yunchen Feiyan were still around, with its flying power, he might not be trapped on the city wall right now. He might even be able to ride it out of the encirclement and temporarily avoid the enemy's sharp edge.

Currently, many parts of the city have fallen, and Morigen, along with two guardians, the Silver Moon Wolf Guards, and the Sky-Splitting Golden Eagle, have surrounded this part of the city wall, turning it into a dead end.

Li Zhengfang gripped the knife handle tightly, blood and sweat mingling on her face.

"Cough, cough, cough..." Li Zhengfang felt a sweet taste in her throat and coughed up a mouthful of blood. Blood beads slid down the corner of her mouth, staining her chin and the front of her clothes red.

His breathing was somewhat disordered, and his right arm still retained the numbness and lingering pain from that palm strike, but his eyes remained sharp as knives, showing no sign of backing down.

"General Li, that palm strike last night must have hurt a lot, right?" Morigen asked from the side.

Seeing Li Zhengfang cough up blood, he curled his lips into a sinister smile, his tone full of mockery and smugness, as if he had already foreseen this scene.

Li Zhengfang did not answer, but took a deep breath and forcefully suppressed the surge of blood rushing to her head.

He gripped the long sword tightly with both hands, the blade pointing diagonally at the ground, and then suddenly exerted force, his body shooting straight towards Morigen and the two white-robed protectors like an arrow released from a bow.

Throughout his life, he fought his way up from a lowly soldier to a general, relying not on brilliant strategies, but on extraordinary bravery and an indomitable spirit.

As a renowned and valiant general in the Northern Han army, countless powerful enemies fell under his blade.

As a top-tier acquired martial artist, he was still recovering from internal injuries and his blood and qi were churning. Facing three acquired martial artists and two acquired Dao soldiers, the Silver Moon Wolf Guards, who were poised to attack, anyone else would have already wanted to retreat.

But Li Zhengfang remained fearless, and the moment she raised her sword, she revealed a resolute determination to fight to the death.

Even knowing that he was outnumbered, he still wanted to take someone down with him before he fell.

Without the slightest hesitation, Li Zhengfang suddenly accelerated and rushed straight towards the protector on the left.

Seeing his fierce approach, the opponent advanced instead of retreating, striking his shoulder with a palm. The palm wind was wrapped with a pale golden energy, clearly indicating that he practiced the powerful style of shamanism.

Li Zhengfang neither dodged nor evaded, but bravely took the blow head-on. With a muffled "bang," his right arm went numb and his blood surged. Using the momentum, he slashed upwards with his blade, aiming straight for his opponent's neck.

The protector reacted extremely quickly, taking half a step back. The blade only managed to leave a deep gash on his chest, from which blood seeped out.

Li Zhengfang pressed his advantage relentlessly, his footwork never faltering, and his blade suddenly shifted to a horizontal slash, forcing the second protector to intercept him with a palm strike.

Their palms clashed, the force of their blows causing numbness in his hands and forcing his opponent back half a foot.

The Silver Moon Wolf Guards in the arena moved. Their limbs were long and slender, and their silver-white scales gleamed coldly in the sunlight. The arched silver mane on their backs stood up slightly, like two moon blades poised to strike, silently flanking from the flanks.

Li Zhengfang caught a glimpse of this out of the corner of his eye, and his heart tightened. He knew he couldn't delay any longer. He took a deep breath, channeling his remaining strength into the blade, and abruptly turned towards the first protector, the blade whistling through the air as it slashed straight at his chest!

This time, the opponent didn't have time to retreat completely. He could only barely block with his arm. With a "thud," the blade was deeply embedded in his flesh. The protector staggered back, his eyes filled with horror.

He hadn't expected Li Zhengfang to be able to unleash such a fierce attack despite suffering repeated blows.

"Cough, cough, cough..." Li Zhengfang spat out a mouthful of blood mist, his steps faltered slightly, but he still stood with his sword held high, his gaze sweeping over Morigen and the remaining two guardians like a blade.

He rose from a lowly soldier to a general, relying on his fearless bravery. Even with his internal injuries not yet healed, he remained undaunted when facing three acquired martial artists and two acquired Dao soldiers, the Silver Moon Wolf Guards.

The blade surged again, fiercely slashing towards another of the Four Guardians. The wind howled, as if it would cleave the opponent, armor and all, in two.

However, the enemy outnumbered him and coordinated well. The other two guardians moved in a crisscross pattern, constantly deflecting his force, while the Silver Moon Wolf Guards pounced from both sides, their sharp claws aimed straight for his vital points.

Although Li Zhengfang tried her best to block, her injuries and physical strength had reached their limit, and she soon became overwhelmed and could no longer hold on.

Morigen stepped forward with a cold laugh, a flash of golden light in his palm, and he pressed heavily on Li Zhengfang's lower abdomen, causing Li Zhengfang to groan and fall to the ground.

Several powerful forces struck him simultaneously, causing his body to tremble violently and the light in his eyes to dim rapidly.

"Crack—" The soft sound of a neck breaking was drowned out by the shouts of killing.

Li Zhengfang's head traced an arc in the air, spraying blood like rain, before slowly falling to the ground.

The moment the heads flew through the air, the shouts of battle from the city walls seemed to pause for a moment.

Li Zhengfang's consciousness was gradually fading, but the scene before her eyes was becoming clearer and clearer.

He saw the Northern Xiongnu cavalry rushing in like a tide through the gaping holes in the city gates, their battle cries filling the entire city like rolling thunder.

This scene overlapped with the dawn that had just flashed through his mind.

At that moment, the city gates suddenly swung open, and the Northern Xiongnu cavalry pounced in like wolves, tearing through the defensive line in an instant and throwing the defenders into chaos.

The night before, he had fought with the Great Shaman Morigen on the city wall, but was ambushed and injured, and had no choice but to retreat from the city wall to heal his wounds.

By the time he mustered all his strength to arrive, the situation was beyond saving. The Northern Xiongnu army poured into the city like water bursting its banks, and all resistance became futile.

"There's an inside man..." The thought flashed through Li Zhengfang's mind, filled with resentment and anger.

He spent his life defending the city and fighting the enemy, never imagining that he would be defeated so strangely and so thoroughly.

Before the thought had faded, the light in his eyes gradually died out, eventually plunging him into deep darkness.