His Highness the Madman gave in again today.

When Gu Jinzhi's message arrived, Mo Sangyu and Feng Xingyu had only been gone from the capital for half a day.

"Three hundred thousand allied troops, heading straight for the border of the Iron River Kingdom? They certainly know how to pick their timing." Mo Sangyu sneered on the letter delivered by carrier pigeon.

Feng Xingyu's expression also turned serious: "Chu Tianxiong's side has less than 100,000 men at most. If they try to hold off an army of 300,000, I'm afraid they won't last long."

"We can't keep going at the same pace."

Mo Sangyu made a quick decision and dismounted from his horse: "Feng Xingyu, we have to get there as quickly as possible."

Feng Xingyu understood what she meant.

At the fastest speed, abandoning the horse and relying on one's own cultivation, one could arrive within two days.

"I'll take you away."

Without a word, Feng Xingyu picked up Mo Sangyu and said, "Your spiritual power shouldn't be wasted on the journey."

"But you..."

Mo Sangyu was about to retort, but Feng Xingyu interrupted her directly: "Stop arguing."

He looked down at her, his eyes deep and unfathomable: "Hold me tight."

Before he finished speaking, his true energy suddenly surged forth, and a gentle yet powerful force enveloped the two of them.

With a light step, his figure shot out like an arrow, covering dozens of feet in an instant, leaving the official road and the two horses far behind.

The wind whistled in my ears, and the scenery rushed past me.

This almost insane speed compressed the remaining four days of travel into just two days.

As they sped to the border, they could hear deafening shouts of battle and heavy crashes from afar.

Beneath the city wall, a dark mass of enemy troops surged in like a tide, and massive logs, requiring dozens of people to encircle, were repeatedly ramming against the crumbling city gate.

Ladders were erected on the city walls, and enemy soldiers swarmed up, engaging in fierce combat with the defenders. People were constantly screaming as they fell.

The city's inhabitants fled in terror, their cries mingling with the clamor of the battlefield, creating a scene of utter devastation.

Despite being covered in blood, Chu Tianxiong continued to fight fiercely on the battlefield.

Ya Zi led a group of men and held out at the city gate. He had multiple wounds on his body, and blood stained half of his clothes.

The archers on the city wall were almost out of arrows and could only pick up arrows fired by the enemy to fight back.

Feng Xingyu and Mo Sangyu exchanged a glance, and without pausing, quickly flew up to the city wall.

Looking down, the battle was even more brutal.

The defending troops suffered heavy casualties, and the defensive line was in imminent danger. At most, the city gate would fall in another half hour.

Feng Xingyu immediately drew his longsword and leaped off the city tower, which was several meters high.

The sword energy was like a rainbow, instantly clearing out a group of enemy soldiers who were preparing to climb the ladder.

He moved like a ghost, and in a few leaps he rushed to the city gate, where he saw Ya Zi being besieged by three enemy generals, in a perilous situation.

With a flash of sword light, blood gushed from the throats of three enemy generals, who staggered and fell to the ground.

Feng Xingyu grabbed the exhausted Ya Zi and shouted, "Get up there!"

With all his might, he hurled him like a sandbag towards the top of the city wall.

Ya Zi felt a powerful force coming from him, and in a dizzying moment, he was already out of that bloody battlefield.

He thought he was going to die, his heart filled with resentment and longing for the young lady, but unexpectedly... he was saved by the city lord.

His body landed heavily against the city wall. He groaned, blood gushing from his mouth, but he struggled to lift his head and look at that familiar figure.

"Miss……"

Mo Sangyu stepped forward and supported him: "Don't speak, stay still."

Ya Zi looked at her, his eyes flashing intensely before settling into a sense of peace, and he obediently leaned against the wall.

Mo Sangyu ignored him and turned her gaze back to the battlefield.

Feng Xingyu had already charged deep into the enemy ranks, sweeping all before him, and rescued Chu Tianxiong from the encirclement.

But there were just too many enemies; one batch was killed and another surged in, seemingly endless.

The defending troops suffered heavy casualties, and Feng Xingyu alone could not reverse this absolute disadvantage in troop strength.

Can't wait any longer.

Mo Sangyu took a deep breath and stood on the city wall.

Hold your hands loosely in front of you.

A deep blue spiritual energy surged forth from her body.

It rapidly condensed and stretched in front of her, transforming in the blink of an eye into an enormous, radiant golden longbow.

Mysterious patterns flowed across the bow, and the bowstring seemed solid, radiating a chilling pressure.

It is not a physical object, yet it is more real and more awe-inspiring than any divine weapon.

She raised her right leg, her toes lightly touching the air.

As she moved, spiritual energy gathered wildly, and before her feet, one, ten, a hundred... countless golden arrows appeared out of thin air.

Neatly arranged in the void, their arrows all pointing downwards, aimed at the enemy army below, which resembled a swarm of ants.

The remaining defenders on the city wall, Feng Xingyu and Chu Tianxiong fighting fiercely below, and the enemy troops launching a frenzied attack were all involuntarily stunned by the dazzling golden light and terrifying power, and their movements paused for a moment.

"A volley of arrows!"

Mo Sangyu's cool voice carried far and wide to every corner of the battlefield.

As soon as the words were spoken, "Whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh...!!!"

Ten thousand golden arrows, like a golden rainstorm or a falling galaxy, rained down on the dense enemy forces below with sharp, piercing whistles.

The scene was breathtaking and unforgettable for anyone.

Golden light covered half the sky, obscuring the sunlight.

Wherever the arrows passed, they destroyed everything in their path.

The sturdy shields were as flimsy as paper, and the heavy armor was useless.

Any enemy soldier touched by the golden arrows was instantly killed.

The screams were drowned out by the whistling of the arrows.

With just one volley, a large area of ​​the previously dense enemy ranks was visibly cleared out.

At a glance, at least tens of thousands of people were wiped out by this golden rain of death.

The enemy troops who were lucky enough to escape the attack were all terrified.

Many people's weapons clattered to the ground, and they stood there dumbfounded.

The soldiers on the city wall stared in disbelief for a moment, then burst into a deafening cheer.

"Oh my god! It's like the gods have come to our aid!"

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

Morale was greatly boosted.

However, Mo Sangyu gave them no chance to catch their breath.

Her face was slightly pale, but her eyes remained as cold as ice.

Almost without pausing, she raised her leg again and kicked the bow.

The second wave of arrows, unleashed in unison, once again coalesced into a powerful display.

"No!" The allied general in the distance roared in horror.

The golden rain of death has struck once again.

Vast swathes of enemy troops fell like harvested wheat.

Fear, like a plague, swept through the entire coalition forces in an instant.

Military orders and rewards became a joke in the face of such terrifying attacks beyond human capability.

"Retreat! Retreat now!!!"

Someone shouted first, and the surviving enemy soldiers instantly collapsed, abandoning their armor and weapons, and fleeing frantically back the way they came, crying and screaming, wishing they had two more legs.

Two waves of arrows fired simultaneously shattered the morale of the 300,000-strong allied army and nearly drained Mo Sangyu's spiritual energy.

As the second wave of arrows subsided, the golden giant bow slowly dissipated into the air.

Mo Sangyu felt a sudden darkness before her eyes, an unbearable emptiness and pain coursing through her body, her feet felt unsteady, and she lost her footing, falling towards the outside of the city wall.

"Ayu!"

After Mo Sangyu made her move, Feng Xingyu, who had been keeping a close eye on her, transformed into a blur and soared into the sky, catching her steadily in his arms just before she fell.

"you……"

Feng Xingyu held her tightly, and seeing her pale face, his heart felt like it was being violently clenched, filled with both pain and anger.

"Feng Xingyu..."

Mo Sangyu raised her hand to stroke his face, a slight smile playing on her lips, and said nonchalantly, "What are you afraid of? You won't die. You'll be fine after a good night's sleep."

After saying that, she collapsed into his arms and fell into a deep sleep.

If Feng Xingyu weren't by her side, she wouldn't have allowed her spiritual energy to run out, much less fall asleep so easily.

It was because of him that she dared to go all out and quickly scare away the enemy.

Their casualties were too high.

She won't let those three countries get away with it!

When Mo Sangyu woke up, it was already noon the next day.

As soon as I opened my eyes, a familiar feeling of fullness flowed through my limbs and bones.

She turned her head and saw Feng Xingyu sitting on a chair by the bed, holding a book in his hand.

But his gaze wasn't on the pages of the book; instead, he stared intently at her, his eyes still bloodshot and filled with an overwhelming worry.

Seeing that she was awake, Feng Xingyu's tense expression visibly relaxed. He immediately put down his book and leaned closer: "You're awake. How are you feeling?"

His voice was a little hoarse.

What do you think?

Mo Sangyu threw off the covers and sat up, her movements swift and agile, showing no signs of weakness.

"Fully recovered?"

Feng Xingyu did not hide the astonishment in his eyes.

"Um."

Mo Sangyu nodded, her tone casual: "Didn't I tell you? You'll be fine after a good night's sleep."

Feng Xingyu gave her a deep look but didn't ask any further questions.

As long as she is safe and sound, nothing else matters.

Mo Sangyu got out of bed, put on her shoes, and casually picked up her outer robe from the side and draped it over herself: "How's the situation outside?"

As she tied her sash, she walked to the window and opened it.

Hot air rushed in, carrying a faint scent of blood and smoke.

On the distant city walls, one could vaguely see soldiers patrolling and laborers cleaning and repairing the structures.

"The enemy has retreated a hundred miles and is not making any moves yet. The casualties have been counted and resettled, and the city's defenses are being repaired." Feng Xingyu walked behind her and succinctly stated the key points.

Mo Sangyu gazed into the distance, his eyes gradually sharpening.

There was a soft knock on the door.

"Come in," Feng Xingyu said.

The door was pushed open, and Chu Tianxiong and Ya Zi walked in one after the other.

Ya Zi's face was still somewhat pale, but he was already able to walk.

"Is Madam awake?"

Seeing Mo Sangyu standing by the window, Chu Tianxiong's face lit up with joy. He quickly stepped forward and bowed, saying, "Thank you, Madam, for saving my life. If it weren't for your divine power, the soldiers and civilians of this city would probably be..."

"General Chu, there's no need for such formalities."

Mo Sangyu waved his hand, interrupting him: "It is also thanks to you that we were able to win today's victory by defending the city at all costs."

"Miss."

Ya Zi slowly stepped forward, called out to Mo Sangyu, and then looked at Feng Xingyu. She was about to kneel down to pay her respects when Feng Xingyu stopped her.

"…City Lord."

Ya Zi hesitated before speaking, "Thank you for saving my life, Lord City Lord."

"You're welcome."

Feng Xingyu reached out and put his arm around Mo Sangyu's waist, his tone indifferent: "You are A-Yu's person, I'll save you..."