After guarding the gates for a hundred years, I drove the Heavenly Saint to madness.

Through the wide-open city gates of Jiepai Pass, Vice General Xu Gai led the way.

Behind him, 50,000 elite cavalrymen of Jiepai Pass, clad in heavy armor, poured out of the passage like a black mudslide.

The heavy clatter of hooves echoed, causing the earth to tremble violently.

The wooden palisade of the Xiqi camp had long been unguarded. The iron cavalry easily smashed it and stormed into the camp.

There was no decent resistance.

Those usually well-trained Xiqi soldiers were now clutching their stomachs and convulsing on the ground.

Hearing the thunderous sound of hooves, someone struggled to pick up the long spear from the ground, but their weak fingers couldn't grip the wooden handle, and it fell to the ground with a clatter.

Some people couldn't even lift their heads, still lying in the mud and vomiting black blood.

The iron hooves of warhorses mercilessly trampled the tents and broke bones.

Xu Gai held his spear horizontally, and the force of his galloping horse traveled along the shaft, easily piercing the leather armor of a Xiqi captain, sending him flying into the air before he crashed heavily into the mud.

This was a one-sided harvest.

The stench of blood mixed with vomit quickly spread throughout the military camp.

The blood-stained hooves mercilessly trampled the last vestiges of dignity of the Xiqi army, turning this once invincible camp into a slaughterhouse of carnage.

"Form ranks! Archers, fire! Stop them!"

Jiang Ziya, with disheveled hair, stood on the central war chariot, frantically wielding his God-Slaying Whip, knocking down several arrows aimed at his face.

His voice was hoarse and cracked with extreme anxiety, but the command seemed insignificant amidst the thunderous hoofbeats and deafening screams.

The tide is gone.

The toxicity of the Dragon Plague had fully erupted under the catalysis of the sunlight. Those elite armored soldiers who could normally draw a strong bow were now too weak to even lift their shields. Those who managed to stand up were smashed through the chest bones by the charging heavy cavalry, shield and all.

Amidst the chaos of battle, a figure in black moved with the ease of entering an empty field.

That was an external avatar created by Xiao Wuji using the Great Five Elements Technique.

Although this avatar only possessed one-tenth of the original's strength in order to maintain the original's suppression of the lamp high in the sky, it was already invincible in front of this group of sick cats.

"Stop being so arrogant!"

A deafening roar echoed through the air.

Lei Zhenzi's eyes were bloodshot as he endured the excruciating pain that felt like a million ants were gnawing at his meridians, and he forcefully spread out the wind and thunder wings on his back.

After all, he was a different kind of body that had consumed the Immortal Apricot, so his resistance to poison was several times stronger than that of ordinary cultivators.

Amidst howling winds, he wielded the Golden Wind and Thunder Cudgel, using the momentum of his dive to smash it fiercely against the skull of that incarnation.

The avatar stopped and looked up at the figure descending with the power of wind and thunder. Palm upward, a flash of light.

Fantian Seal.

"You think you're worthy of flying?"

With a flick of his wrist, the Heaven-Turning Seal surged upwards against the tide.

Lei Zhenzi felt as if the air below him had suddenly turned into a hard block of iron, and even his breathing was forcibly squeezed out.

"Bang!"

The Wind and Thunder Cudgel slammed into the bottom of the Heaven-Turning Seal, breaking in two before it could even withstand a single breath. The Heaven-Turning Seal, its momentum undiminished, slammed into Lei Zhenzi's chest.

The crisp sound of bones cracking echoed all around.

Lei Zhenzi's prized Wind and Thunder Wings were snapped off by this unparalleled force, and his chest cavity completely collapsed.

He didn't even utter a scream before he crashed heavily into the mud like a kite with a broken string, dying instantly. His true spirit went straight to the Conferred God Platform.

"Senior Brother Lei!"

Not far away, the three third-generation disciples of the Chan Sect, Long Xuhu, Han Dulong, and Xue Ehu, who were supervising the transport of grain, had their eyes bloodshot with rage.

Dragon Beard Tiger roared and grabbed several boulders, throwing them out. Han Poison Dragon and Xue Ehu drew their swords, wanting to rush forward and fight to the death.

But the avatar didn't even glance at them again, and with a flicker, it merged into the chaotic army.

The next moment, the heavily armored cavalry of Jiepai Pass surged in like a black tide.

Long Xuhu's legs were already weak from the plague, and before he could even get up, more than a dozen heavy steel lances, propelled by the momentum of his warhorse, were thrust forward.

They pierced his body in unison.

Han Dulong and Xue Ehu, two grain transport officials with shallow cultivation, didn't even have a chance to release their protective divine light when faced with the charge of the most elite heavy cavalry in the mortal realm. They were swept under the horses' bellies by the rolling iron hooves.

Sharp blades sliced ​​through flesh, and iron hooves crushed skulls. In the blink of an eye, the three were hacked to pieces and turned into a bloody pulp by the chaotic army.

The incarnation, carrying the Heaven-Turning Seal, continued forward, only to run right into Manjushri, the Heavenly Venerable of Vast Dharma, and Cihang Daoren, who had retreated to this location.

These two Great Luo Golden Immortals were ashen-faced, their foreheads darkened, and their Jade Purity Magic Power was being suppressed by the Hidden Dragon Plague, causing it to stagnate.

Even more deadly was that when they saw the avatar's ambiguous smiling face, the fear they had felt when they were trapped in the formation surged back into their hearts.

That was a lingering psychological shadow.

The two exchanged a glance, and saw a deep sense of apprehension in each other's eyes.

They didn't unleash any magical weapons, nor did they utter any shouts. Instead, they tacitly retreated hundreds of feet, completely clearing the passage for the central army.

With the immortals retreating, the iron cavalry of Jiepai Pass swept through their original positions without hindrance.

The flank of the central army.

Li Jing, Huang Feihu, and Deng Jiugong, the three core generals of the Great Zhou Dynasty, formed a defensive circle back to back.

The three of them were highly skilled in martial arts and had been through countless battles.

But at this moment, Huang Feihu's five-colored divine ox had already been poisoned and was lying on the ground foaming at the mouth, Deng Jiugong's Azure Dragon Halberd was so heavy that it felt like it weighed a thousand pounds, and Li Jing couldn't even muster the magic power to unleash his magic weapon.

All his skills have been eroded by the Hidden Dragon Plague, leaving him with less than a tenth of his former abilities.

"A bunch of rebels, capture them alive!"

Xu Gai rode up and charged, pointing his spear.

The squad of guards behind him moved in perfect unison, drawing ropes shimmering with golden runes from their waists.

This is a magical artifact that Xiao Wuji specially copied from Tu Xingsun's Immortal Binding Rope before the battle, and mass-produced to counter those with weak qi and blood.

A dozen ropes intertwined in the air to form a net, covering everything from head to toe.

Li Jing and his two companions swung their weapons to try and block, but their weak arms couldn't keep up with the speed at which the ropes were retracting.

A flash of golden light.

The three renowned generals, with their arms tightly bound behind their backs, were dragged off their horses by their personal guards and captured alive.

High in the sky, the battle had entered a completely heated phase.

Looking down at the million-strong army being mercilessly slaughtered, and at their disciples and followers who had been killed or wounded, Daoist Ran Deng and Guang Chengzi finally went completely mad.

"Xiao Wuji! I, this humble Taoist, will fight you to the death today!!"

The withered face of the Taoist Ran Deng became ferocious and distorted as he recklessly burned his quasi-saint's magical power.

The Lingjiu Palace Lantern behind his head emitted a piercing shriek, and the ghostly flames in the sky instantly expanded tenfold, transforming into a pale white fire behemoth that frantically crashed into the Xuanhuang seal of the Chaos Bell.

On the other side, Guang Chengzi was disheveled. He was enduring the backlash from the toxins erupting in his body, his meridians bulging as he frantically shook the broken, dilapidated bell.

The gray sound waves transformed into tangible blades, slicing through the void, displaying a resolute stance of taking others down with them even if it meant mutual destruction.

When the two quasi-saints were about to fight to the death, the destructive power they unleashed was terrifying.

Xiao Wuji stood beneath the bell, his brow slightly raised.

His gaze swept over the Xiqi camp below, which had been completely trampled flat by the iron cavalry, and then he glanced at the Xiqi generals who were bound hand and foot and dragged behind their horses.

The objective has been achieved; the ground forces have won a great victory, and Xiqi has suffered heavy losses.

There's absolutely no need to fight to the death with Guang Chengzi and the others right now.

"withdraw!"

Xiao Wuji was extremely decisive. He sneered and changed the hand seals in his hands.

The Chaos Bell trembled violently, unleashing a tangible wave of sound that forcefully repelled the approaching Netherworld Fire and Desolate Sound Wave by a hundred feet.

Taking advantage of this brief opening, he summoned back his avatar and the Heaven-Turning Seal, and his body plummeted downwards.

Under Xu Gai's command, the 50,000 cavalrymen displayed a chilling military discipline, retreating back to Jiepai Pass in an orderly fashion.

Boom!

The heavy city gates closed again, and the blood-red mist rolled once more, completely protecting the boundary marker.