After the spiritual energy was restored: Goddess girlfriends came knocking.

Before Zhenguo Pass, the sounds of battle shook the heavens.

Flying swords, trailing various colored lights, collided in the air, and fragments of the exploding magical artifacts fell like rain.

A day later, the ground was no longer recognizable as its original color, and was riddled with scorch marks from the blasting of spiritual energy.

Jiang Yan sliced ​​off the flying sword that was rushing towards him with a single sword stroke, and the old sword in his left hand flew out and swirled and strangled the enemy ranks.

But his attention was always partially focused on Jian Li.

She darted through the enemy ranks in her white soft armor, the sword light of the Human Emperor's Sword Technique weaving an impenetrable net of light around her.

The girl's ponytail fluttered in the wind, and each strike of the sword tip landed on the weakest joint.

Jiang Yan withdrew his gaze; this girl no longer needed his attention.

At that moment, a voice transmission suddenly entered my ear.

"Lord Jiang."

His voice was old and deep, carrying the authority of someone who had long held a high position.

Jiang Yan continued his swordplay, his divine sense sweeping towards the city tower.

Helian Fenghuo stood at the highest point, his gaze piercing through the chaotic battlefield and landing on him.

"You are human, not fox. What you can do in Tushan, you can do in Tianlang as well. What Tushan can give you, Tianlang will give you double." Helian Fenghuo's voice was steady and powerful. "Gold, silver, titles, fiefdoms, just ask."

Jiang Yan cleaved the approaching wolf riders in two with a single sword strike, but received no response.

Helian Fenghuo paused, then added, "I know you care about the human race. As long as there is a truce, all humans within the Tianlang territory will be on equal footing with the Tianlang race. This is a promise His Majesty has personally made."

A hint of surprise flashed in Jiang Yan's eyes.

The Sirius Dynasty revered the wolf race and always regarded humans as worthless.

Helian Fenghuo was able to offer such conditions either because Duan Linyuan secretly instructed him, or because he himself was making empty promises as a test.

Regardless of the reason, it shows that Sirius is in a hurry.

But this path is destined to fail.

Not to mention that Tu Shanlie treated him well, the fact that Ruoshui was still waiting for him in the capital was enough to give him no reason to side with Tianlang.

Jiang Yan ignored the telepathic message.

With a flick of his wrist, the ancestral sword's light surged, cleaving a Golden Core wolf rider in front of him away.

That's the answer.

On the city wall, Helian Fenghuo waited for a while.

There was no response.

He sighed.

Pity.

Just as Jiang Yan was about to continue forward, her brow suddenly twitched.

A chill ran down his spine; someone was watching him.

A wolf clan soldier at the mid-Nascent Soul stage flew out from the chaos on the flank, holding a short knife in his hand, his moves were not particularly unusual.

Jiang Yan didn't pay much attention at first. He had killed quite a few people in the late stage of the Nascent Soul realm, let alone those in the middle stage.

But just as he raised his sword to parry, it was as if some kind of seal had been broken from the opponent.

The spiritual power of the Nascent Soul stage surged forth, and the eerie green spiritual light wrapped around the short sword suddenly intensified. Before the blade even arrived, the violent aura had already shattered the rubble within several feet into dust.

This is not the mid-stage of the Nascent Soul realm—it's the Divine Transformation realm.

He infiltrated the battlefield with the determination to die, just to wait for this one chance to strike.

The moment Ao Tianxin sensed that Nascent Soul aura from afar, he moved.

But she stopped just as she lifted her fingertips.

Jiang Yan coldly observed the Nascent Soul wolf cultivator, without panicking.

As he retreated hastily, he flipped his left hand over, revealing a pen that had appeared in his hand without him even noticing.

"The Heavenly Gate is broken, the Chu River opens, and the green waters flow eastward and turn back here."

The pen tip swept across the air, and the words scattered, transforming into a golden gate that stretched between the two.

Ancient inscriptions flow on the doorposts, and golden ripples, like the flow of a river, surge within the doorway.

The wolf general's scimitar cleaved into the Heavenly Gate, its momentum distorted and diverted by the invisible barrier, the dark green blade light slid past Jiang Yan's sides.

Like a river crashing into a reef, it takes a detour and continues its flow, without harming the reef in the slightest.

The soldiers around the two men unconsciously stopped firing.

Some recognized this as an official technique of the Vast Domain, where written characters are transformed into physical forms and based on the flow of fortune. It is a technique that only human scholars can use.

Ao Tianxin lowered her hand, a look of relief appearing in her eyes.

On the city wall, Helian Fenghuo's brows were furrowed.

This Jiang Yan is more than just a sword cultivator.

But how could someone who grew up in the Demon Realm possibly know this?

The mysteries surrounding this human boy are multiplying.

Jiang Yan did not pause.

Although the fortune within him was far less than at its peak in his previous life and couldn't sustain him for long, it was enough.

"Kill one man in ten steps, leave no trace for a thousand miles."

As he uttered this sentence, hundreds of invisible sword energies automatically appeared within ten steps.

The sword energy condensed into hundreds of silver-white sword-shaped phantoms in the air, which shot out simultaneously with his fingertips, the dense, rain-like sharpness sealing off all of Wolf General's escape routes.

The latter gritted his teeth and retreated rapidly into the sky, unleashing a dark green shield with both hands.

The sword energy collided with the shield, producing a dense barrage of explosions, and the shield shattered inch by inch.

But a transformed deity is still just a transformed deity.

The moment the shield shattered, he used the recoil to shift to another position, dodging the ensuing barrage of swords.

The scimitar slashed down again, its fierce and ruthless momentum. Even though it was suppressed by official techniques, each of his strikes carried a powerful spiritual pressure that was enough to suppress a Nascent Soul cultivator, forcing Jiang Yan to deal with it with all his might.

"A precious sword adorned with twin dragons, snowflakes reflecting on a lotus blossom."

The ancestral sword and the old sword were released from his hand at the same time, transforming into two dragons, one black and one white.

The black dragon, baring its fangs and claws, rammed head-on into the wolf general's scimitar, while the white dragon silently circled behind and swooped down, attacking from both ends with perfect timing.

Several other Divine Wolf cultivators in the distance wanted to make a move, but they were immediately locked down by several stronger auras as soon as they took a step. Cangwu stood with his hands behind his back on the cloud, his cold gaze sweeping over them.

Lu Zhanshuang grinned as he carried the heavy sword, giving off a "try touching one" vibe.

The wolf was attacked from both sides. While the scimitar was being entangled by the black dragon, the white dragon had already poured in from a blind spot.

The sword light pierced through his body, and he looked down at the sword wound that had pierced through his chest, the madness in his eyes gradually freezing.

The body fell from mid-air, crashing to the ground and kicking up a cloud of dust.

This was the only Nascent Soul cultivator to fall in this war.

The surrounding Northern Expeditionary Army erupted in deafening cheers.

"Lord Marquis has slain the Nascent Soul cultivator!" Cheers rose in waves, spreading from the city walls to distant places.

Helian Fenghuo stood on the city wall, his face ashen.

He was keen to intervene personally; the boy was standing too far forward. If he could take him down within two breaths, he might be able to turn the tide of the battle.

Then a cold gaze fell upon him.

She didn't speak, nor did she need to.

Helian Fenghuo's hair stood on end; in an instant, he understood.

If you dare to make a move, your fate will be no better than that of a Nascent Soul cultivator.

He had no choice but to slowly loosen his grip on the spear and retreat back into the shadows of the city tower.

The battle lasted for five days.

The city wall of Zhenguo Pass was bombarded in three sections, and the battle continued until the last wolf flag was cut off at dusk on the fifth day.

Helian Fenghuo led the remaining Nascent Soul and Void Refinement cultivators out of the North Gate and headed straight for the capital of the Heavenly Wolf Kingdom.

Looking back at the collapsed city wall amidst the flames, this natural barrier that had blocked the Tushan Dynasty for thousands of years had fallen.

After the battle, the vast majority of the corpses lying haphazardly under the city wall were Foundation Establishment and Golden Core cultivators. There was only one Nascent Soul cultivator, killed by Jiang Yan. The rest, whether they were Void Refinement or Nascent Soul cultivators, were still alive, but had been evacuated.

Jiang Yan stood on the ruined city wall, gazing at the land below that was soaked in blood.

The war in the Demon Realm is no different from the war in the human kingdom of the Vast Realm; those who are at the forefront and die the most are always the lowest-ranking soldiers.

He was silent for a long time.

Three days later, the army had finished resting.

Tu Shan Jing left behind troops to guard Zhenguo Pass and led the main force to continue northward.

The army passed through the city gate of Zhenguo Pass and marched in a mighty force toward the capital of Tianlang.

Jiang Yan rode at the head of the procession, his horse's hooves pounding across the drawbridge at the north gate of Zhenguo Pass.

Behind them lay flames and ruins, ahead lay the last city.