The city defenders had work to do.
One hundred thousand elite cavalry, waiting at their leisure for the exhausted enemy, hacked savagely at these fish that had slipped through the net.
The occasional enemy expert who broke through the blockade of the hundred thousand elite cavalry and charged onto the city walls still found experts waiting to meet them...
The moment Ji Qianling made her move, the River of Calculation flowed in dense, endless streams. Two generals whose cultivation had reached the Sage level were swept into it, and their expressions changed drastically at once, because they suddenly discovered that unfathomable mysteries surrounded them. A River of Calculation unfolded the splendor of formation dao.
Retreat!
Just as they were about to withdraw, a white-robed figure suddenly swept across the sky.
The two Sages abruptly turned their heads.
They saw Jian Wushuang's face, that handsome visage calm and composed.
Sshk!
A pale red ribbon seemed to emerge from the void and swept across the brows of the two Sages.
The Sages were horrified. "Lawless Sword Dao!"
Pfft!
Their Primordial Spirits and Sage cores shattered simultaneously.
That red ribbon fluttered upward like a startled butterfly, landing atop Jian Wushuang's head and turning into a red hair tie.
One hour, two hours, three hours...
The sun sank in the west!
The great battle had already raged for five hours.
Muyang Mountain had been utterly crippled, blood flowing into rivers. More than half of the million defenders were dead or wounded, while more than half of the invading army locked in stalemate with them had likewise fallen.
The brutality of this battle was unprecedented.
Neither side cared about consequences or costs. They fought as though determined to beat the other side to death.
Yet the truly brutal battlefield was not Muyang Mountain, but the