In the narrow passage through the pass.
The Red-Robed Death Soldiers' line crumbled layer by layer, like a sand embankment battered by a great wave.
After the Northern Frontier Cavalry charged into the passage, Xiao Jin did not lead the attack himself.
He reined in his horse on a low slope outside the pass, watching the bloody meat grinder below with an indifferent gaze.
Even so, the Killing Intent radiating from him at Peak Organ Tempering pressed down on the allied soldiers within a hundred paces, leaving them struggling to breathe.
The Nine Nether Baleful Suppression Demon Blade lay across his saddle, the blood patterns on its blade slowly writhing.
Each flicker of dark red light left several more bodies sprawled in the pass.
Daoist Fencang knew he could delay no longer.
He charged to the front himself and swept his Red Copper Greatsword across the passage. The phantom of a Fire Beast surged and roared, burning the first few riders to charcoal, men and horses alike.
Su Qinghan followed close behind, her white-clad figure appearing and vanishing amid smoke and fire. The cold gleam at her fingertips sought out the cavalrymen's vital points.
Together, they forced back the Northern Frontier Army's vanguard for a full quarter of an hour.
But only a quarter of an hour.
Because Xiao Jin moved.
He rode down from the low slope. His Black Steed's hooves pounded through bloody mud into the passage, and the Nine Nether Baleful Suppression Demon Blade slashed across the air.
That dark red blade light burned brighter and fiercer than it had at Cross Ridge. Wherever it passed,
Daoist Fencang's Fire Beast phantom split down the middle, its crimson aura scattering like sparks across the sky.
Daoist Fencang grunted. The force remaining in the slash drove him back several