I run a casino in the immortal realm.

But the orcs reacted extremely quickly.

The wolf soldier commander roared, and the remaining wolf soldiers quickly moved closer to him, crowding together tightly.

The black aura that had been hovering above them condensed once more, transforming into a massive, solid black shield that stretched across the ranks.

"Jingle bells—"

The sharp arrow pierced the black aura as if it had entered a viscous swamp, its speed decreasing drastically before it fell limply to the ground.

Only a few arrows with powerful spiritual energy could penetrate the evil aura, but they could not inflict fatal damage on the thick-skinned wolf soldiers.

"Stop firing arrows!"

Gongsun Zhi decisively ordered that the archers were no longer effective against the orcs who had formed a battle formation.

It's time to unleash the real weapon.

Gongsun Zhi drew his long sword from his waist and pointed it straight at the bottom of the valley: "Attack!"

"kill!"

Wang Changsheng, hidden deep in the canyon, Night Owl, who blocked the entrance to the canyon, and Ouyang Zhan, who guarded the tail of the gourd, all simultaneously unleashed a terrifying killing intent.

Three hundred Nascent Soul stage cultivators, like three hundred fierce tigers descending the mountain, launched a direct frontal assault on the wolf soldiers trapped at the bottom of the valley from three directions.

"boom!"

Ouyang Zhan was at the very front.

Holding the Xuanhua Great Axe, he unleashed a terrifying aura of the Refinement Realm, crashing into the wolf soldiers' formation like a cannonball.

The massive axe shadow, accompanied by a sonic boom that tore through the air, cleaved down, turning more than a dozen wolf soldiers, along with the malevolent energy above their heads, into a bloody pulp.

The owl's figure transformed into a cloud of black mist, weaving through the gaps between the wolf soldiers.

Each time the black mist flickered, a wolf soldier squad leader would collapse, clutching his bleeding throat.

The orcs' physical defenses were indeed terrifying. Zheng Yifei could see clearly from mid-air that even the lowest-ranking wolf soldiers had physical strength equivalent to a Golden Core cultivator;

Those who serve as squad leaders and minor officers possess combat power comparable to early-stage Nascent Soul cultivators; as for officers who command hundreds or thousands of men, they can even unleash combat power comparable to early-stage Divine Transformation cultivators.

If it were ordinary Pengcheng garrison troops, even if their numbers were several times that of the enemy, they would be slaughtered by these monsters like cutting melons and vegetables if they did not form a large military formation.

However, these three hundred anti-smuggling officers are all experts at the Nascent Soul stage, and they have been fighting on the edge of life and death for many years, so their cooperation is extremely tacit.

However, the wolf soldiers still numbered over four thousand. After the initial panic, under their commander's orders, they quickly formed a circular formation. Using their spears and broadswords, along with the dense baleful aura above their heads for defense, they managed to withstand the first wave of attacks from three hundred Nascent Soul stage cultivators.

"Roar! Tear these humans apart!"

The wolf soldier commander brandished his saber, forcing back two anti-smuggling officers who were charging at him, his eyes filled with bloodthirsty madness.

But he seemed to have forgotten that what truly determines victory or defeat on the battlefield is the most elite combat power.

"You beast, what are you yelling about!"

A thunderous roar resounded in mid-air.

Ouyang Zhan pushed off the cliff face with both feet, soaring into the air. He gripped the axe handle tightly with both hands and poured all his spiritual power into it.

A crescent-shaped axe beam of spiritual energy, tens of feet long, carrying the power to split mountains and shatter rocks, cleaved straight toward the head of the wolf soldier commander.

The wolf soldier commander felt a deadly threat. He roared and raised his saber, trying to withstand the blow.

"Snap!"

Without any suspense, the gap between the mid-stage Nascent Soul realm and the Void Refinement realm is like that between mud and refined steel.

The heavy horse-slaying saber was instantly cleaved in two by the axe's edge. The axe's momentum didn't wane; it swept from the wolf soldier commander's head down to his groin.

"Pfft—"

The wolf soldier commander, who was over ten feet tall, was cleaved in two before he could even scream, his dark red internal organs and blood splattering all over the ground.

With the death of their commander, the black aura that had been gathering above the wolf soldiers' heads instantly collapsed.

The wolf soldiers, who had been putting up a stubborn resistance, completely lost their leader, and their formation collapsed instantly, turning them into wild beasts that fled in all directions.

"Kill them all!"

Ouyang Zhan landed, swung his great axe, and led the charge into the fleeing soldiers.

What followed turned into a one-sided massacre.

The three hundred Nascent Soul stage cultivators moved through the area as if it were empty, and every spell and weapon strike took the lives of a large number of orcs.

Meanwhile, high in the sky, Zheng Yifei also encountered trouble.

The horrific scene at the bottom of the valley enraged the hundreds of eagle scouts circling in the air.

Finding themselves unable to intervene in the battle at the bottom of the valley, they vented their anger on Zheng Yifei, who was suspended in mid-air.

"Kill him!"

Hundreds of eagle scouts flapped their wings and surrounded Zheng Yifei from all directions.

Their wings held short spears, and their claws gleamed with a cold light. They moved so fast that only gray-brown afterimages could be seen.

Zheng Yifei sneered, without any weapon, and simply raised his right hand slowly.

The five elements of spiritual energy gathered in his palm.

One of the fastest-charging Eagle Clan scouts had already thrust his short spear into Zheng Yifei's chest.

Zheng Yifei neither dodged nor avoided, but flicked his finger.

A thin, golden sword aura shot out from the fingertip, instantly piercing the eagle scout's brow.

The eagle scout's body stiffened abruptly, the light in his eyes quickly fading, and his massive body plummeted towards the valley floor like a kite with a broken string.

Immediately afterwards, Zheng Yifei flashed and transformed into a blur as he rushed into the formation of the Eagle Clan scouts.

Although he was only at the early stage of the Void Refinement realm, his actual combat strength was absolutely comparable to that of the late stage of the Void Refinement realm, thanks to the immense spiritual power of his five spiritual roots.

Within the territory of the Heavenly Dragon Dynasty, unless it is one of the very few powerful figures in the Integration Realm who have been in seclusion for years, no one at the Refinement Realm level can suppress him.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Puffs of blood mist kept bursting out of the sky.

Every punch Zheng Yifei threw was imbued with violent fire-elemental spiritual power, instantly turning the approaching eagle clan scouts into charred remains; every kick he delivered was accompanied by heavy earth-elemental spiritual power, shattering the enemy's bones into powder.

Those proud speeds and sturdy feathers were as fragile as paper in front of Zheng Yifei.

In a short while, like dumplings being dropped into a pot, dozens of eagle scout corpses crashed one after another onto the rocks of Wanhun Valley.

The battle at the bottom of the valley is nearing its end.

After confirming that there were no more living wolf soldiers below, Ouyang Zhan, Ye Xiao, and Wang Changsheng simultaneously took to the air, transforming into three streaks of light as they rushed into the sky, preparing to reinforce Zheng Yifei.

The remaining two hundred-plus Eagle Clan scouts, seeing three human powerhouses exuding the aura of the Void Refinement Realm rushing up, and then looking at Zheng Yifei standing in the air like a god of death, finally completely collapsed.

They let out a mournful cry, flapped their wings frantically, and scattered in all directions.

"Sir, should we give chase?"

Ouyang Zhan, carrying a blood-dripping axe, stopped beside Zheng Yifei, his eyes still filled with murderous intent.

Zheng Yifei watched the black dots disappearing rapidly into the clouds and waved his hand: "Don't pursue a desperate enemy. The Eagle Clan is too fast and they've scattered and fled. We can't kill them all. Let them go back and report. What I want is for the main force of the Western Rong to know that Pengcheng is not something they can just take as they please."

The four people slowly descended from mid-air.

At the bottom of the Valley of Ten Thousand Souls, the heavy stench of blood mixed with miasma was nauseating. The corpses of tens of thousands of wolf soldiers lay piled up haphazardly, their dark red blood forming a stream that flowed along the cracks in the rocks.

Pang Xun had already led the three thousand soldiers down the cliff.

These ordinary soldiers looked at the orc corpses scattered on the ground, and then at the unharmed customs officers, their eyes filled with awe and fanaticism.

"Clean up the battlefield."

Suppressing his nausea, Pang Xun shouted, "Confiscate all intact weapons and armor from the orcs! Cut off their left ears as proof of military merit! Hurry up!"

The three thousand soldiers immediately dispersed and began working amidst the piles of corpses.

Wang Changsheng led the array masters to quickly inspect the array nodes along the way, replace the depleted spirit stones, and repair the array patterns damaged by the wolf soldiers.

Ouyang Zhan, carrying an axe, led his men to guard the valley entrance; Night Owl disappeared again, heading ten miles ahead to scout and prevent the sudden appearance of the Western Rong army's follow-up troops.

Zheng Yifei walked to Gongsun Zhi's side and looked at this strategist who was good at planning and strategizing.

"Well done."

Zheng Yifei was generous with his praise.

Gongsun Zhi bowed slightly, his voice still steady: "You flatter me, sir. It is because your elite troops are too powerful. If it weren't for these three hundred Nascent Soul stage cultivators as the spearhead, the three thousand archers and formations alone would definitely not have been able to hold back these tens of thousands of wolf soldiers."

"A win is a win."

Zheng Yifei looked at the busy soldiers and a cold smile appeared on his lips: "With the ears of these tens of thousands of orcs, let's see if those two old guys in Pengcheng still dare to disobey me."

Everything is proceeding in an orderly manner.

The initial victory at Wanhun Valley not only disrupted the vanguard of the Western Rong army, but also laid an unshakable foundation for Zheng Yifei to completely control the military power in Pengcheng.