The tyrannical father was so intimidated when his own daughter was found during the raid.

The regent's hysterical roar sounded particularly jarring in the empty battlefield.

Upon hearing their commander's death order, the executioners of the supervisory team could only suppress their laughter, no matter how hearty they had been just moments before.

"cut!"

A dozen or so executioners with menacing faces roared in unison, their arm muscles bulging.

They raised the heavy guillotine high, and with a suffocating whistling sound, brought it down hard on the necks of the first group of people on the execution platform.

The tens of thousands of people below closed their eyes in despair, letting out a series of mournful screams.

At this critical moment.

Without hesitation, Su Yaoyao raised her right foot and stomped hard on a seemingly ordinary bluestone slab inside the city wall.

This was a mechanism that she had arranged long ago.

"Crunch, click!"

The crisp sound of the mechanisms meshing echoed in succession behind the battlements.

A miniature catapult, completely modified beyond recognition, launched itself into the air with a snapping sound of springs.

The powerful spring unleashed an astonishing thrust.

A dozen or so cylindrical iron lumps were launched into the air from the trebuchet's net.

These metal lumps are each the size of a kettle and have a rough surface.

Their tails were still hissing and emitting wisps of pungent white smoke.

The iron lump traced parabolic arcs through the air, soaring over the towering city walls.

With a sharp whistling sound, it headed straight for the row of execution platforms in front of the enemy lines.

The executioners in the supervisory team felt the sunlight overhead suddenly dim.

They looked up and saw more than a dozen iron lumps emitting white smoke, falling with the precision of hailstones.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The metal lumps only produced a series of muffled cracking sounds when they struck the wooden platform.

Followed by.

Thick, almost impenetrable white smoke gushed out from the crack in the iron lump like a high-pressure water gun.

The smoke spread at an astonishing speed.

In the blink of an eye, thick white smoke completely engulfed the execution platform and all the executioners on it.

The 100,000 troops below looked at each other, bewildered.

They initially thought it was some kind of hidden weapon from the Great Yuan Kingdom, and were so frightened that they all took a half step back.

The result was just a puff of white smoke?

The generals of the Great Yan Kingdom were stunned for a moment, just about to loudly mock the Crown Princess of the Great Yuan Kingdom for her mediocre methods.

But the sound that came from the thick white smoke the next second sent chills down everyone's spine.

"Cough cough cough! Cough cough cough cough!"

"Ouch! My eyes! My eyes hurt so much!"

The heart-wrenching, violent coughing, mixed with heart-wrenching howls, shattered the brief tranquility of the battlefield.

This is not ordinary mosquito repellent smoke.

This is high-purity pepper tear gas that Su Yaoyao handcrafted last night in her personal space using purification equipment.

The white smoke seeped into every nook and cranny, penetrating the executioners' nasal cavities and mouths.

The intense stimulation caused by the cough triggered spasmodic dry coughs that were impossible to control.

They felt as if their lungs were being filled with scalding hot chili water.

Every breath was like being scorched by flames.

The eyes are the worst off.

The high concentration of lacrimal ingredients caused their tear glands to lose all control function.

"Clang! Clang!"

The heavy guillotine, which had been held high, slipped from his grasp and fell onto the wooden platform, creating deep craters.

The executioners had no time to kill.

They couldn't even hold onto their knives anymore, and stumbled out of the white smoke, covering their faces.

The butcher who was just moments ago filled with murderous intent and had a fierce look on his face.

At this moment, however, they were all weeping uncontrollably.

Tears the size of soybeans mixed with thick snot, covering his entire face.

Their eyes swelled up at a visible rate.

It was swollen like two big walnuts, and I couldn't even open my eyes wide enough to open them. I could only squint and bump into things blindly.

"Water! Give me water!"

"Help! I'm blind! I can't breathe!"

These cold-blooded executioners, who had crawled out of piles of corpses, had all broken down at this moment.

They were routed, utterly defeated, and utterly humiliated.

Someone was clutching their own neck with both hands, kneeling on the ground and retching violently, even vomiting bile all over the ground.

Someone was rolling on the ground in pain, desperately rubbing their eyes with both hands.

The more I rubbed it, the more painful it became; I felt like I wanted to gouge my eyeballs out of their sockets.

Some people wandered around like headless flies, trying to find water to wash away the burning sensation on their faces.

The entire guillotine was a scene of utter devastation, filled with wails of agony.

In just a dozen or so breaths, this shameless massacre, which was originally intended to establish authority through bloodshed, was completely dismantled.

On the city wall.

Su Yaoyao looked down at the executioner kneeling and begging for mercy, crying and wailing for his parents, and patted the dust off her hands with satisfaction.

Physical attacks from swords and knives might be able to be withstood through sheer willpower and internal energy cultivation.

But a chemical magic attack that directly targets physiological instincts will force anyone who comes to kneel down and sing "Conquer."

In the ranks of the Great Yan army.

The Regent's expression shifted unpredictably as he looked at the elite assassins rolling on the ground.

He simply couldn't comprehend such terrifying and evil methods.

Just a few smoking lumps of iron were enough to cripple his most capable executioner.

The morale of the Great Yan army has plummeted to rock bottom under these successive and bizarre attacks.

The soldiers stared at the lingering white smoke ahead, their eyes filled with a deep-seated fear of the unknown.

However, the current crisis is not completely over.

Although the executioner has fallen, the deadly crisis on the execution platform has temporarily subsided.

However, on the open ground in front of the Divine Sect's formation, tens of thousands of innocent civilians from the Great Yan Kingdom were still densely packed together.

Although they were some distance from the center of the white smoke, they were still affected by some of the aftershocks and were covering their noses and coughing softly.

They huddled together like a flock of lambs to the slaughter, bewildered and with nowhere to escape.

And behind them.

These were 100,000 Great Yan soldiers who had long since become frightened birds, armed with weapons.

This is the most fatal hidden danger.

Su Jin frowned, his grip tightening slightly on the longsword that had remained unsheathed.

"Yaoyao, this smoke is effective, but these tens of thousands of civilians blocking our way are still a big problem."

Su Zhen nodded, his face unusually serious.

"That grandson of a regent has lost his mind and gone completely mad."

"If he were to give up now and order 100,000 troops to charge blindly, trampling over these civilians to kill them."

"These unarmed elderly, weak, sick and disabled people, caught in the middle, will inevitably suffer an extremely tragic stampede."

"At that time, the number of people who will be trampled to death or injured will probably be countless."

If an army of 100,000 were to fall into a chaotic charge, the consequences would be unimaginable.

Even if the four members of their family were highly skilled in martial arts, it would be impossible for them to save tens of thousands of people from the iron hooves in an instant.

The atmosphere on the city wall became heavy again.

Just as the father and brother were figuring out how to break the deadlock.

Ye Honglian, who had been standing to the side, chuckled softly.

A bewitching light flashed in her beautiful, exotic eyes.

Ye Honglian stepped forward and stood at the very edge of the city wall.

She let the fierce wind blow her fiery red dress.

She took out a crystal-clear bone flute from the ribbon at her waist.

The surface of the bone flute gleams with a warm luster, exuding an indescribable air of mystery.

Ye Honglian placed the bone flute to her lips.

She turned her head and confidently raised her chin at the father and his two sons.

"Next, it's up to your mother."