Against an Army

In the vast, endless mountain forest, Li Yang was cultivating in seclusion, attempting to break through his own shackles.

This is bad. Danger is coming.

Suddenly, he sensed something in his heart, swiftly ceased his cultivation, circulated his spiritual power, and keenly sensed the movements around him.

A burst of noisy footsteps and clashing weapons shattered the tranquility of the mountain forest. A mighty army dressed in black fitted uniforms was sweeping through the forest—it was the Xiao family's army. They had mobilized their entire force this time, determined to eradicate Li Yang completely.

The Xiao family's army was like a black tide. Wherever it went, trees were violently pushed aside, and the earth trembled faintly beneath their uniform steps, as though it could not bear the burden. Black war banners snapped fiercely in the wind, the savage golden Beast Crests embroidered upon them twisting in the breeze like vicious beasts choosing their prey. The axemen's muscles bulged high, their bodies as sturdy as little mountains, while the Giant Battle Axes in their hands gleamed with a chilling light. Their blades were sharp enough to split boulders in two in an instant, and a casual swing could whip up a howling gale. The archers' eyes were as keen as falcons', their fingers resting steadily on the bowstrings. Their arrowheads, tempered with a ghostly glow, were icy cold, as though they could tear through the air and shoot their prey full of holes in the next moment. The hidden Shadow Assassins radiated a bone-chilling coldness, every movement brimming with deadly killing intent. Their figures were as elusive as ghosts, seemingly fused with the darkness itself. The entire army's formation was tight and orderly, and every soldier exuded the cold-blooded ferocity of one hardened by long training, like a pack of beasts