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Harbala, who followed closely behind, also became completely enraged.

He knew this was the only way out for the Black Feather Clan.

He brandished his scimitar wildly, shouting to the warriors behind him, "Warriors of the Blackfeather Tribe, for our lives, for our tribe, for everything we have, slaughter these White Wolf bastards! Leave not a single one alive!"

Fueled by deep-seated hatred for being forced and manipulated, 2000 Black Feather Cavalrymen charged madly towards the somewhat chaotic White Wolf tribe's main camp.

The rage of betrayal unleashed their astonishing fighting power, forcefully severing the connection between the White Wolf Clan and the Black Wolf Clan.

The city was suddenly besieged from both sides. The White Cloud Alliance army, which had been riding high and seemed poised to breach the city, was now caught in a desperate situation, attacked from both sides and suffering from a loss of command.

Su Zhan's Jingwei stole into the formation like scorpions, instantly throwing the core into chaos.

Harbala's Black Feather Tribe, like mad hounds, relentlessly clung to the White Wolf Tribe's flank.

The Stone City reserve force, rushing out of the city gates with the ferocity of a desperate army, wreaked havoc on the attacking force below the city.

Meanwhile, the crossbows and oil cannons on the city walls seized this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, sparing no ammunition and unleashing a torrent of ammunition at the fresh troops and siege equipment gathering in the rear of the White Cloud Alliance in the distance.

On the other side, the face of the Nascent Soul cultivator instantly changed from smugness to a deathly pale expression of shock and anger.

"Stay calm, stay calm with me!"

He never expected Su Zhan's reinforcements to be so fierce, nor did he expect the Black Feather Clan to betray him on the battlefield and deliver such a fatal blow.

He roared hoarsely, brandishing his golden sword, trying to reorganize the formation: "Black Wolf Division, flank to the right and stop those traitors! Royal Guards, follow me and hold off Su Zhan's reinforcements!"

However, defeat is swift and devastating. When an army's morale collapses instantly, when the chain of command is broken, and when fear spreads like a plague, even the most brilliant general cannot turn the tide.

Su Zhan's surprise attack completely disrupted Hua Shen's plans, and Halbala's betrayal shattered the already fragile foundation of trust within the White Cloud Alliance.

The soldiers of the White Wolf tribe were horrified to discover that the Black Feather tribe was drawing blood from their hands.

The soldiers of the Black Wolf tribe hesitated upon receiving the leader's order, unsure of whom to prioritize for rescue.

They are now more worried about whether they will become the next pawn to be discarded, because the situation on the field is just too chaotic.

At this moment, the chaotic battlefield had rapidly engulfed the White Cloud Alliance's army.

Su Zhan dodged left and right amidst the chaos of the army, his gaze fixed on the swaying banner of the alliance leader.

His shoulder wound had reopened, and blood had soaked through his clothes, but the adrenaline made his movements even more frantic and precise, and every swing of the knife was sure to be effective.

Wherever they went, people and horses were thrown into chaos.

Bai Zhanqiu also led the last forces in the city to fight their way out, echoing Su Zhan's call from afar.

The two torrents struggled to converge amidst the chaos, further disarraying the enemy formation.

"Protect the alliance leader! Retreat! Retreat now!"

The commander of the personal guards beside the Nascent Soul cultivator was terrified at the sight of Su Zhan approaching and the completely out-of-control battlefield. Without saying a word, he grabbed the still-roaring Nascent Soul cultivator, turned his horse around, and charged towards the rear.

The movement of the alliance leader's banner was like a final death knell, completely crushing the remaining will to resist of the White Cloud Alliance.

"The Nascent Soul cultivator has fled! The Alliance Leader has fled!"

Terrified screams echoed throughout the battlefield.

The White Cloud Alliance army instantly erupted into chaos. The soldiers no longer cared about fighting; they abandoned their armor and weapons, crying out for their parents, wishing they had two more legs, and began to flee in all directions.

A fierce siege turned into a devastating rout in the blink of an eye.

"Chase! Don't let the Nascent Soul cultivator escape!" Su Zhan wiped the blood from his face, his eyes fixed on the figure fleeing in a sorry state, surrounded by his guards.

He immediately gave the order, and the warriors of Stone City and the cavalry of the Black Feather Tribe behind him roared and, like a pack of wolves on the hunt, launched a relentless pursuit of the scattered enemy.

The blood-red dawn finally arrived, illuminating the battlefield of Stone City.

Before the city, corpses lay strewn everywhere and blood flowed like rivers. Broken siege ladders, burning battering rams, and fallen warhorses all spoke of the horrors of that night.

But the blood-stained flag fluttering on the walls of Stone City appeared exceptionally resilient in the dawn's light.

Bai Zhanqiu leaned on his knife, breathing heavily.

At this point, it was not over yet; the melee on the field was still ongoing, and everyone had to rush forward.

Meanwhile, the Nascent Soul cultivator had completely gone mad.

He watched as his prized elite White Wolf and Black Wolf tribes fell like wheat before this sudden attack, his carefully planned siege opportunity vanishing in an instant, potentially escalating into a catastrophe. He forced out three words through clenched teeth: "Stone City..."

The rage and shame in his chest were unbelievable; he had never imagined things would turn out this way.

At this moment, a leader who had fought valiantly rushed to the Nascent Soul stage: "Alliance Leader! We can't hold on any longer! Their people are already on their way! Let's escape!"

At this moment, the Nascent Soul cultivator was being held back and couldn't stop, so he could only flee frantically. The large banner was completely in disarray, but the Nascent Soul cultivator was still issuing orders: "Send word! The White Wolf tribe will cover the rear, the rest of the tribes will retreat to the northwest!"

The trusted confidant beside him looked on incredulously: "Leader, is this really going to work?"

The Nascent Soul cultivator roared, "Retreat! Preserve our strength! As long as I and the White Wolf Clan remain, we will rise again one day! Let our brothers who are covering the rear fight to the death!"

His last few words seemed to be squeezed out of his throat.

Upon receiving the order, the White Wolf Guards, representing the highest combat strength of the White Cloud Alliance—the most loyal, well-equipped, and elite personal guards of the Nascent Soul stage—immediately displayed a chilling level of obedience.

They abandoned everything and, with the White Wolf tribe, began their rearguard mission.

The White Wolf commander brandished his spiked club, letting out a beastly roar: "Hold them off! Buy time for the main force to retreat!"

Su Zhan, who was far away, saw through the Nascent Soul cultivator's intentions at a glance. This old thing wanted to cut off his tail to survive and escape like a gecko!

"Trying to run? Not so easy!" Su Zhan's eyes flashed with a sharp light as he slashed down another White Wolf Guard with his curved blade. He roared at Harbala, "Harbala Chief! Follow me and hold these elites off! Wild Chicken Neck, send some men to pursue them, keep an eye on the main force of the Nascent Soul stage, we absolutely cannot let them escape completely!"

"Understood!" Wild Chicken, covered in blood, immediately mustered a portion of Stone City's cavalry and some Black Feather warriors, bypassed the White Wolf Guards who were engaged in fierce combat, and swiftly pursued the fleeing White Cloud Alliance army in the northwest.

The situation on the battlefield changed instantly.

At this moment, the core area outside the West Gate was a fierce battle between Su Zhan, Halbala, and the White Wolf's rearguard. Swords flashed, blood and flesh flew everywhere, and every step forward was taken over the corpses of the enemy.

Outside, the pursuing troops, led by Wild Chicken Neck, relentlessly tore at the fleeing enemy's rear guard like wolves, creating more chaos and casualties.

The battle on the city wall had completely ended, and Bai Zhanqiu was now leading his men to wipe out the last enemies in front of the city gate.

Su Zhan was currently leading 1000 men in pursuit of the Nascent Soul cultivator.

He can't let him get away; he must catch up with him and wipe him out completely in order to eliminate this last threat.

Even the Nascent Soul cultivator probably didn't expect that what started as an attack would turn into a rout.

At this moment, the Nascent Soul cultivator had lost all semblance of the leader's demeanor and was being desperately escorted by his personal guards as he fled westward.

His meticulously planned siege was thwarted by the defection of the Black Feather tribe and the return of Su Zhan's divine soldiers and generals.

The carefully cultivated White Cloud Alliance is on the verge of collapse.

Looking back at the relentless pursuit of Su Zhan's troops, especially the Black Feather Tribe flag symbolizing betrayal, the Nascent Soul cultivator's eyes were filled with extreme rage, bordering on madness.

"Alliance Leader, Black Wind Valley is ahead," a guard reported breathlessly.

A ruthless glint flashed in the turbid eyes of the Nascent Soul cultivator.

"Black Wind Valley, alright, let's enter the valley."

The valley entrance here is very narrow, and the cliffs on both sides are extremely steep. Have the rearguard block the valley entrance tightly, even if it means piling up corpses, to hold off the Soviet advance for a moment.

This was his last trump card; he used the terrain to his advantage, trading the lives of his loyal guards for a chance to catch his breath.

He needs time, even if it's just the time it takes for an incense stick to burn. Once he crosses this short canyon, he'll enter the complex swampy area, where perhaps a glimmer of hope will remain.

Dozens of Nascent Soul cultivators, their personal guards, did not hesitate to rein in their horses and turn around to face the fierce pursuers.

They immediately formed a defensive line, using their own flesh and blood to build a desperate defensive line at the narrow valley entrance.

Then, a hail of arrows was fired in an attempt to stop the pursuers.

Su Zhan snorted coldly: "Hmph, even a cornered beast will fight."

"Everyone, archers, get ready and suppress the enemy. The rest of you, get your javelins ready and throw them!"

He could see clearly that the enemy had hastily formed ranks and their shields were incomplete, which presented them with a good opportunity.

"Harbala, take your men and go around to the left side of the gentle slope, then use your bows and arrows to shoot them through from the side."

The order was delivered like a whirlwind, and the archers of Stone City and the cavalry of the Black Feather tribe immediately formed a crossfire, the dense rain of arrows instantly pinning down the rear guards so they couldn't raise their heads.

At the same time, Harbala's elite cavalry quickly broke away from the main force. Taking advantage of their familiarity with the terrain, they charged up the not-so-steep earthen slope on the right side of the valley entrance. From this high vantage point, deadly arrows accurately struck the gaps in the guard formation, while javelins whistled through the air, instantly tearing apart the main force's tight defenses.

In an instant, Gukou suffered heavy casualties, but Su Zhan seized the moment when the enemy's formation wavered, and took the lead, his scimitar drawing a deadly arc.

Over a thousand iron steeds, like a burst dam, crashed violently into the crumbling rear guard. After a brief battle, only the corpses of the guards remained on the field.

They were no match for the overwhelming force and the pincer attack.

The obstruction at the valley entrance lasted only a few breaths before Su Zhan swiftly and decisively shattered it.

Although the corpses blocked part of the passage, everyone did not stop and rushed into the gloomy Black Wind Valley, stepping over the enemy's corpses.

The valley was dimly lit at this time, with only the mournful sound of the wind blowing through.

Su Zhan looked up and saw that the figures of the Nascent Soul cultivator and his core guards were almost at the other end of the valley.

"Chase him, he can't escape." Su Zhan's voice echoed in the canyon.

Then everyone followed closely behind, the sound of horses' hooves echoing through the valley.

They relentlessly pursued the fleeing White Cloud Alliance Leader.

This will become the final graveyard for those who have reached the Divine Transformation stage; the final battle will take place in the swamp ahead. The eerie Black Wind Valley trembled with the sound of horses' hooves.

Surrounded by his remaining guards, he ran towards that ray of light.

Su Zhan is almost there behind me, faster, faster! The voice of the Nascent Soul cultivator was hoarse, he could clearly feel the chilling killing intent coming from behind him.

Su Zhan swiftly shattered Black Wind Valley's brief advantage in terrain, and now this narrow passage has become a prison restricting their escape.

Finally, the view opened up before them, revealing a boundless muddy swamp beyond the valley entrance, with the damp, cold air carrying a corrosive smell.

"Alliance Leader, let's go into the swamp. We're familiar with the terrain here, and maybe we can shake them off!" a mud-covered guard shouted, a glimmer of hope appearing in his Nascent Soul eyes.

"Alright, everyone scatter and find your own way out. Use our advantages and the terrain to hold off the pursuers!"

He roared the order, spurred his horse, and charged ahead into the misty depths of the swamp.

He knew that only by scattering and escaping, and by taking advantage of the complex terrain, could he have a chance to escape Su Zhan's pursuit.

Almost the instant the Nascent Soul cultivators rushed into the edge of the swamp, Su Zhan's pursuing troops had already broken out of the Black Wind Valley.

The cold swamp mist, mixed with the stench of blood, rushed into Su Zhan's nostrils, and his gaze locked onto the Nascent Soul cultivator who was faintly visible in the swamp ahead.

"Harbala, take the elite Black Feather Cavalry and flank from the left and right. You are more familiar with the terrain, so you must cut off all possible escape routes for the Nascent Soul cultivators!"

The rest of you, follow me in pursuit. Progress is difficult in the swamp, but he is at his last gasp; today is his day of reckoning!

"Understood!" Harbala roared, and without hesitation waved his hand. The Black Feather Cavalry split into two groups like hunting dogs, and relying on their familiarity with the swamp environment, they plunged diagonally into the muddy ground.

They planned to circle around to intercept the fleeing group of the Nascent Soul cultivators.

Su Zhan led the most elite cavalry of Stone City, chasing after the core team of the Nascent Soul cultivators. The swamp greatly limited the horses' speed; the mud swallowed their hooves, making every step extremely difficult.

But Su Zhan's resolute determination to kill the fleeing soldiers meant that the distance between him and the Nascent Soul cultivator was gradually shrinking.

One of the Nascent Soul cultivators' personal guards was loyal and tried to turn his horse around to block Su Zhan, but Su Zhan slashed him and his horse down into the mud with a single blow, splashing up filthy water.

This scene further exacerbated the panic among the fugitives.

"Stop him! Stop him!" The Nascent Soul cultivator looked back and saw Su Zhan's figure clearly emerging in the mist. His heart pounded with rage, and he roared madly.

Several loyal assassins roared and reined in their horses, trying to buy some time with their lives.

Su Zhan's eyes were icy cold as he shouted, "Damn it, a mantis trying to stop a chariot!" His movements were precise and frantic as he carved a bloody path through the mud. The Stone City warriors around him also unleashed astonishing combat power, killing off any assassins who dared to turn back and block his way.

Suddenly, fierce shouts and the clanging of weapons rang out from the thick fog; it was Harbala's Black Feather Clan.

Using their familiarity with the terrain, they successfully outmaneuvered the fleeing Nascent Soul cultivators, trapping them and some of their personal guards in a relatively open swampy area.

Their retreat route was firmly blocked by Su Zhan, and their path forward was completely cut off by Harbala. On both sides were deep swamps and abysses, and the Nascent Soul cultivator and his core guards were trapped like turtles in a jar.

The Nascent Soul cultivator looked around, glancing at the few remaining guards beside him, then at the murderous Harbala in front of him, and at Su Zhan closing in from behind.

Everything he had meticulously planned, his proud White Cloud Alliance, and his lifelong ambition all vanished in this swamp.

Extreme fear was finally replaced by madness.

"Su Zhan, Halbala, you traitors and bastards, even if I die, I will drag you down with me!" The Nascent Soul cultivator reined in his restless warhorse. He was already incoherent, and suddenly drew the golden sword from his waist, letting out a beast-like howl, and galloped towards Su Zhan without regard for anything else.

Su Zhan, undaunted, immediately spurred his horse and charged straight towards the Nascent Soul stage.