Royal Court Blood Night

The leader was killed, and the totem scattered.

The remaining eight Wolf God Guards felt as if their spines had been removed. The condensed, savage, and violent aura instantly collapsed, replaced by the pain and bone-deep fear of their own power backfiring. They looked at the figure in the sky, like a demon god descending upon the world, radiating overwhelming malevolence, and their will to fight vanished completely.

"Run!"

Someone shouted, and the eight figures scattered like startled rabbits, fleeing desperately towards the depths of the Burial Wolf Mountain Range, wishing they had been born with more legs.

"Trying to leave now? Too late."

Chen Qing's icy voice, like a death knell, echoed behind them.

He didn't pursue them personally but slowly raised his right hand. The eighty-foot Fierce Tiger Domain expanded, and its newly formed "Devour" characteristic was pushed to its limit! Within the domain, it felt like an invisible mire, generating a powerful suction force!

The eight Wolf God Guards felt the air around them solidify. An irresistible force came from behind, pulling at their bodies. Their fleeing speed plummeted, and the vital energy and true essence within them even began to flow outwards uncontrollably!

"No!"

They turned back in terror, seeing Chen Qing standing still, not having moved at all. Yet, the invisible domain was like the gaping maw of a primordial beast, about to swallow them whole!

Chen Qing closed his eyes, feeling the eight streams of pure malevolent energy, imbued with the power of the Wolf God bloodline, being continuously absorbed into the Fierce Tiger Domain. There, they were refined by the domain and merged into his own body. This kind of predatory advancement was far more rapid than arduous cultivation!

[Devoured Wolf God Guard (Peak Meridian Condensing Realm), Fierce Tiger Iron Body proficiency +800...]

[Devoured... proficiency +850...]

The system's notification sounds continued incessantly.

In their desperate wails, the bodies of the eight Wolf God Guards withered and shriveled at a visible rate, finally turning into eight desiccated corpses that fell from the sky, shattering upon impact. The essence of their lifelong cultivation had all become nourishment for Chen Qing's growth.

When the last wisp of energy was completely devoured, Chen Qing slowly opened his eyes. The swirling vortex of dark red and ethereal blue within his pupils gradually calmed, but his aura was now deeper and vaster than before, having completely stabilized in the mid-Aperture Opening Realm, even taking a small step towards the late stage.

He looked down.

The cheers of the Northern Expeditionary Army erupted like a tsunami, with all the soldiers gazing up at him as if he were a god. Old Niu, Sun Quezi, and the others trembled with excitement. The General's strength had reached a level they could no longer comprehend!

"General's divine might!"

"Northern Expedition! Northern Expedition!"

Chen Qing raised his hand, suppressing the earth-shattering cheers, his voice carrying across the plains: "Rest for one hour. When the hour is up, we will flatten Burial Wolf Mountain and march on the Golden Tent Royal Court!"

"Flatten Burial Wolf Mountain! March on the Royal Court!"

Morale was at an all-time high!

An hour later, the Northern Expeditionary Army set off again. This time, they no longer advanced cautiously, but like a fierce tiger released from its cage, they charged towards the "Wolf's Throat" pass, heavily defended by Wuwei, with the momentum to crush everything!

At the pass, Wuwei's face was ashen. He had personally witnessed the annihilation of the Wolf God Guard, and his last shred of hope had been extinguished. When he saw the Northern Expeditionary Army surging forward like a black tide, especially the figure radiating overwhelming malevolence at the forefront of the army, he completely lost the courage to resist.

"Retreat... Retreat back to the Royal Court! Quickly!"

His voice trembling, he issued the order. Without even bothering to organize an effective rear guard, he fled the Wolf's Throat pass in a panic, surrounded by his personal guards.

With the main general fleeing, the already low-spirited defending army instantly collapsed, shedding their armor and weapons, scattering in all directions. The Northern Expeditionary Army broke through this final barrier of the Northern Mang Royal Court almost without bloodshed, their iron hooves stepping into the Golden Tent Grassland, the symbol of the Northern Mang's power core!

The Royal Court was within sight!

Northern Mang Royal Court, Golden Wolf Great Tent.

The Northern Mang Great Khan, an old man whose eyes were still sharp as an eagle's despite his age, listened to the dire news from the fleeing soldiers and watched the faintly visible black torrent and the sky-piercing malevolence in the distance. The hand holding his golden saber trembled slightly.

"The Wolf God Guard... also defeated..." he rasped, his voice filled with endless weariness and despair. "Is heaven intent on destroying my Northern Mang?"

Inside the tent, the assembled princes and nobles had faces like dirt and trembled. Some advocated for a desperate fight, while others suggested retreating north into the extreme cold ice plains, arguing incessantly.

"Enough!"

An ancient and majestic voice rang out, silencing all the clamor. The Northern Mang National Preceptor, an old shaman with his face smeared with paint, entered the great tent, leaning on a bone scepter. He appeared even older than before, and his aura was somewhat disordered, clearly indicating that the destruction of the Wolf God Guard had caused him a significant backlash.

"Great Khan, affairs have reached this point. Only by activating the final 'Blood Sacrifice' and awakening the slumbering 'Spirit of the Wolf Ancestor' can there be a glimmer of hope." The National Preceptor's voice carried a desperate madness.

"Blood Sacrifice?" The Great Khan's pupils contracted. "How much is needed?"

"All of it." The National Preceptor's gaze swept over everyone in the tent, cold and merciless. "Royal bloodlines, shaman priests, and... one hundred thousand slaves."

The tent fell silent, then erupted with greater fear and opposition.

"No! That is the last foundation left by our ancestors, connected to our tribe's destiny! Once used, even if the enemy is repelled, my Northern Mang will be severely weakened and will take a hundred years to recover!" an old prince vehemently objected.

"If not, today will be the day our tribe is annihilated!" the National Preceptor's tone was grim. "Will we preserve our foundation and slowly perish, or will we fight for a chance at survival? Great Khan, a decision must be made!"

All eyes focused on the Northern Mang Great Khan.

The Great Khan's expression shifted rapidly. Finally, looking at the increasingly approaching battle cries and the heart-pounding malevolence outside the tent, a trace of ruthlessness and despair flashed in his eyes.

"Approved! As the National Preceptor said, activate the Blood Sacrifice!"

As the order was given, the Royal Court plunged into even greater chaos and bloodshed. The shaman priests began frantically capturing slaves and drawing altars, their mournful cries and desperate curses echoing through the night sky.

And at this moment, the vanguard of the Northern Expeditionary Army, led by Chen Qing, had already seen the continuous golden tents in the distance, and at the center of the tents, the most magnificent structure, the Golden Wolf Great Tent, symbolizing the Northern Mang's supreme power!

The outline of the Royal Court, illuminated by the bloody sunset, resembled a dying wolf struggling for its last breath.

Chen Qing could clearly feel an extremely evil, vast, and ancient aura of resentment gathering and awakening madly within the depths of the Royal Court.

"A death throe..."

A cold arc curved across his lips. Instead of stopping them, his eyes revealed intense interest.

"Perfect, I'll deal with you all at once."

He waved his hand and gave the order:

"All troops, listen up! Surround the Royal Court. No one is to attack without my command."

He wanted to see just how much of a storm this final trump card of the Northern Mang could stir up. It was also the perfect opportunity to capture all the resisting forces on the grassland in one fell swoop, eliminating any future trouble!

The Northern Expeditionary Army, like a black iron bucket, completely encircled the Northern Mang Royal Court, leaving no room to move.

Night gradually descended upon this grassland, soon to be stained red with blood.

The Royal Court's bloody night was about to begin.