The Eve of Leaving Taihang Mountains

733 The Eve of Leaving Taihang Mountains

The charred timber on the walls of Zhuozhou City was still smoking. The Bronze Fragment hovered at Yan Tianxing's fingertips, resonating with the cracks in Xiao Muyun's Jade Abacus.

In the dim light, the western map of the Ancient Yan Kingdom Secret Realm slowly unfolded—the Taihang Mountains stretched across the center like a dark blue-black Giant Dragon. The barbarian Black Wind Stronghold occupied One Line Sky at the mountains' eastern entrance, while the Zhao Family's Blood Fiend Camp lay hidden in Falling Star Valley to the west. The two places were linked by an underground river, forming a natural barrier to the westward advance on Weizhou City.

"One Line Sky is less than a zhang wide. The Bone Tooth Shaman's wolf cavalry can use the terrain to charge down from above, while our demon-wolf cavalry won't be able to deploy at all." Xiao Muyun braced the stump of his severed arm against the wall. His bloodstained left hand drew three red lines through the air. "Falling Star Valley has an even larger Nine-Bend Blood Fiend Formation laid down by the Zhao Family. Three fifth-rank cultivators take turns guarding its formation core. A frontal assault would cost us at least half our men."

Yan Tianxing suddenly clenched the Bronze Fragment. The Fate Patterns along its edge resonated with the Vast Sea Sword, releasing a piercing hum. "The old forces of the Si Family in Youzhou sent a secret message yesterday. They're willing to lend us troops to help us head north, but they have one condition—once we take Weizhou City, we give them thirty percent of the spirit mines."

"Lend us troops?" Xiao Muyun sneered. One of the remaining golden beads on the Jade Abacus suddenly burst apart. "The old Yan King's Mansion, the