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

Ye Honglian gently pressed the crystal-clear bone flute against her bright red lips.

The ethereal and eerie sound, carrying a touch of melodious flute music, drifted along the city wall.

The sound of the flute seemed to possess a kind of bewitching magic, causing listeners to feel a momentary daze.

Accompanied by the rise and fall of the flute music.

Ye Honglian waved her wide red sleeves in the morning breeze.

A very faint pink mist drifted silently down the city wall to the positions below.

This is an extremely precious secret medicine, the Tranquilizing Dream-Inducing Gu.

It has no lethal toxicity, but it has the most powerful hypnotic effect in the world.

The pink Gu mist dispersed with the wind and drifted into the ranks of tens of thousands of Great Yan civilians at the front of the battle.

The people, who were originally crying out in fear and struggling in despair, began to react.

After inhaling the faint pink mist, the heart-wrenching cries abruptly ceased.

They felt no pain, nor did they cough violently like the previous executioners.

On the contrary, everyone only felt a faint fragrance wafting from the tip of their noses.

Immediately afterwards, an irresistible wave of drowsiness washed over me.

My eyelids felt heavier than lead, and I couldn't open them no matter how hard I tried.

The fear and despair in my heart were soothed, replaced by a sense of security, like returning to my mother's embrace.

"Thump, thump..."

Tens of thousands of elderly, weak, sick and disabled people were as if they had been frozen in place.

They all collapsed to the ground in unison.

There was no stampede; they lay down on the spot and drifted into a sweet dream.

Several children with runny noses smacked their lips and began to snore softly.

"Brother, it's your turn!"

On the city wall, Su Yaoyao snapped her fingers crisply, giving the final command.

"It's all prepared."

Su Jin, who had been standing to the side rubbing his hands together, smiled gently yet dangerously.

He had been waiting for this moment for a long time.

Su Jin leaped off the city wall, which was dozens of feet high!

Internal energy surged and circulated within his body.

Su Jin's figure transformed into a white afterimage that was almost impossible to detect with the naked eye in mid-air.

He landed steadily among the sleeping people, like a white crane spreading its wings.

Faced with the elderly, weak, sick, and disabled lying unconscious on the ground, the Crown Prince of Dayuan Kingdom showed no mercy.

Of course, it wasn't murder.

It's not about moving things.

Su Jin displayed astonishingly terrifying lightness skills and amazing arm strength.

He used both hands simultaneously, his movements as fast as lightning, without the slightest hesitation.

With his left hand, he scooped up two sleeping old men, and with his right hand, he lifted up three unconscious women.

Immediately afterwards, he carried one child on each shoulder and another on his back.

He hung seven or eight people on his body in a bizarre, stacked manner.

This scene is a hundred times more exaggerated than the acrobatic performances at the temple fair.

The crown prince of a nation, in a dignified manner, forced himself to become a tireless and ruthless transport machine.

After hanging up a whole bunch of people, Su Jin lightly touched the ground with his toes.

"Whoosh!"

The white afterimage traversed a distance of 100 meters and rushed directly into the open gate of the Divine Sect's headquarters.

He tossed the person onto a soft haystack in a safe area, then turned and rushed out again.

Back and forth, it was so fast that all you could see was a white tornado sweeping wildly through the air.

Inside the enemy camp, the 100,000 soldiers of the Great Yan were completely dumbfounded.

They stared in disbelief as the white figure frantically darted across the front lines.

One second there were a large number of civilians lying on the ground, and the next second a white figure "swished" them all away.

"What...what are they doing?"

An enemy general rubbed his eyes, his face filled with disbelief.

"He's moving people? How could he move them so quickly by himself!"

The 100,000-strong army looked at each other in dismay, their palms sweating as they gripped their weapons.

They wanted to shoot arrows and try to stop them.

But the white shadow was too fast; it was impossible to even catch its shadow, let alone aim at it.

Moreover, they were also on guard against tear gas that could be thrown down from the city walls at any moment.

No one dared to make a move, and could only watch helplessly as the number of hostages dwindled.

It took less than the time it takes for an incense stick to burn.

Tens of thousands of innocent civilians who were originally used as human shields were all transferred to the cult by Su Jin using an unreasonable physical transport method.

The once crowded and deafeningly quiet open space in front of the battle formation.

It was now completely empty, not even a single shoe remained.

Tens of thousands of people simply had a sweet dream and went back to sleep in a different place.

The Regent of Great Yan has become a complete joke.

"Click."

A crisp sound of cracking sunflower seeds drifted from above the city wall.

The sound was particularly jarring in the deathly silence of the battlefield.

Suddenly, Su Yaoyao pulled out a handful of spiced melon seeds from somewhere and started distributing them to her father and mother.

A family of four lay side by side on the battlements.

Even Su Jin, who had just moved tens of thousands of people without breaking a sweat, gracefully accepted a handful of sunflower seeds.

They leisurely cracked sunflower seeds while watching the 100,000-strong army below the city like they were watching a monkey show.

Sunflower seed shells drifted down the city wall in a graceful, scattered manner.

It's not very harmful, but it's extremely insulting.

On the commander's chariot.

The Regent of Great Yan stared intently at the empty front of the battle line, watching the arrogant family on the city wall cracking melon seeds.

His breathing became incredibly heavy, like a dying beast making its last gasp.

lost.

Another defeat.

He used every despicable means imaginable, even at the cost of his lifelong reputation, to capture tens of thousands of his subjects as human shields.

They thought they could corner the other side and condemn the cult to eternal infamy.

But they didn't play by the rules at all; they simply overturned the chessboard in the most brutal way!

Now, the meat shield is gone.

He, the regent of Great Yan, had already earned a real reputation for harming the people and driving civilians away to take the fall.

Not only did he fail to force the cult to surrender, he also ended up being condemned to death and left with a lasting infamy.

It can be said that he tried to steal a chicken but lost the rice instead, losing both his wife and his army.

"Aaaaaaah!"

The regent let out a piercing roar, like that of a vengeful ghost.

The last thread of reason snapped completely in his mind.

His eyes were bloodshot, with terrifying blood vessels bulging from the corners of his eyes, and the veins on his face were bulging.

Completely humiliated and enraged, the regent drew the dulled sword from his waist.

He was like a gambler who had lost all his chips and was ready to risk his life.

The sword's edge pointed directly at the direction of the cult's main altar.

"All troops, advance!"

The regent's voice was extremely hoarse, filled with a devastating madness and despair.

"No more tricks! At any cost!"

"Crush the cult!"

"One hundred thousand people! We could drown them with our saliva!"