Charging into Battle beneath the Morning Sun!

As dawn broke, the dried bloodstains on the city walls became even redder.

Qu Sheng, carrying a long spear and dressed in white, climbed to the top of the city wall, somewhat reluctant to leave the warmth of the morning light, for he knew that when the sun rose tomorrow, he would never see it again.

Perhaps he will be among them...

Before the thought could even settle, he saw two figures on the city wall, their long, slender forms silhouetted against the rising sun and morning breeze.

"Young Hero Li, Fairy Ying... you are not...?"

Qu Sheng's eyes widened slightly, his expression one of surprise, before turning calm and appreciative.

"Commander Qu, Han Zhen has now switched to cultivating the Demon Summoning Scripture and used the blood sacrifice method. If we don't get rid of him, we will never be able to win."

Li Mo looked down and saw that the enemy army had begun to deploy its troops. He spoke softly.

"But defending the city is already extremely difficult for us."

Qu Sheng shook his head.

Han Zhen is not only cunning, but also a shrewd and calculating old fox.

Han Zhen endured the anger that Young Hero Li had caused him yesterday.

How can such a person, especially one so deeply embedded in a large army, be killed?

Those War Colossus Witch Spirit, tens of thousands of enemy troops, and ferocious Calamity Beast were not clay puppets.

"Why don't I charge into battle, break through enemy lines, and capture enemy generals and flags?"

Li Mo chuckled lightly, as if he were simply saying that he had drunk two extra bowls of porridge that morning.

"You..."

Qu Sheng wanted to say that the stories of slaying generals, capturing flags, and taking heads from armies in those novels were just for show.

In reality, it's not that easy.

When he met Li Mo's gaze, he didn't see the fearlessness of a newborn calf, but rather a thoughtful consideration; the clear eyes of the young man were inexplicably profound.

Yes, he has already witnessed the cruelty of the battlefield.

How could he be someone so eager to achieve great things and make quick success?

"If Han Zhen dies, the enemy army will indeed collapse without a fight, and Greenwood City will have no more worries about its rear, but... what do you want to do?"

Li Mo said, "I am now confident that I can take over all kinds of weapons and armor."

"?!"

Qu Sheng's eyes widened.

Wouldn't that mean... being able to defeat ten thousand men?

Even the legendary ancient overlords were nothing more than this, according to the rumors.

Even if the Overlord was born divine, he must have started practicing martial arts much earlier, and at the same age, his skill level should have been higher than that of Young Hero Li.

"Ying Bing will help me with music."

"When the time comes, I will gather all kinds of soldiers and armor, and then we can try to launch a full-scale attack."

Li Mo clenched his fist, looking at the enemy army that had already reached the city gates and was in good order.

Qu Sheng remained silent for a long time, his gaze softening as the ruthless Commander Greenwood's eyes softened.

"Guards, fetch my armor and present it to Young Hero Li."

"Brother Li, you can't ride a horse, right? We can use a combination technique!"

Huang Donglai gritted his teeth and said.

Brother Li gave him the Cloud-Stepping Boots; if he can't ride a horse, how will Brother Li charge into battle alongside the army?

The only option left is to use a combination technique to create Wife-Prospering Two-Faced Turtle !

"That won't be necessary, Brother Donglai. You should think of something about poison."

Li Mo chuckled to himself.

With a thought, white clouds, appearing from nowhere, gathered in front of him and formed a white Cloud Horse, its hooves emitting smoke, an incredibly wondrous sight.

After acquiring the divine form of the Great Sage Causes Havoc in Heaven, he even gained a new understanding of the Divine Ability he had previously comprehended.

Why must the Somersault Cloud be a cloud?

Boom--

Boom--

Boom--

The war cries of the colossi of the Witch Spirit War Colossus echoed across the heavens.

Azure flames ignited in the eyes of each of them, and after yesterday's battle, their auras seemed to have become even more vast and powerful.

Meanwhile, the warriors of those Southern Border Tribes had bloodshot eyes and their bodies were showing the bestial characteristics of various Calamity Beast.

They incorporated the totems of various ethnic groups, a practice known as Ancestral Spirit possession.

The martial arts of the Hundred Beast Hall of the Demon Summoning Cult Sect were originally derived from this method of Ancestral Spirit possession, modified by Han Zhen.

The black waves, like a tidal wave, swept towards Greenwood City, making the city appear somewhat shaky and on the verge of collapse.

Han Zhen stood atop the Temple Palace, his hands behind his back.

His exposed skin seemed to faintly reveal ancient, reddish-black lines.

Today's battle will indeed be even more brutal.

Everyone on both sides held their breath.

Perhaps.

Will this battle determine the victor for both sides?

Thump--

Thump--

Thump thump thump--

Suddenly, the Thunder Beast Skin Drum sounded, and the heart of Greenwood City pounded with a powerful beat, causing even the broken stones on the ground to tremble.

The Tribulation-Resisting Array Pattern on the city wall appeared and disappeared.

At the same time.

Suddenly, the city gate opened.

The sound of hooves thundered like a sudden downpour, and a large number of soldiers from Greenwood City, riding exotic warhorses, charged outwards.

"The Greenwood garrison actually dares to launch a preemptive attack?"

"Haha, relying on the natural defenses, they deliberately left the city, courting death!"

The attacking Square and roared with excitement.

Han Zhen squinted, a vague feeling that something was amiss.

"Could it be that they're trying to mislead others and give someone the opportunity to break through?" the Hundred Beast Hall Master pondered.

The person he was referring to was naturally Ying Bing and Li Mo.

However, just as he was thinking this, he saw in the distance the figure riding a white cloud warhorse at the very front.

Li Mo?!

The Hundred Beast Hall Master looked astonished.

"Li Mo has gone mad? And he's making the Greenwood garrison go mad with him?!"

Even Han Zhen couldn't understand why Li Mo would abandon defending the city and charge out with the cavalry, even being the first to charge.

And.

His gaze was intense, its fiery red light penetrating through the thousands of troops.

He was looking at himself.

This was another unusual thing that he couldn't understand.

But when he thought of being tricked by a bluffing scheme yesterday, he clenched his fists.

"All troops, heed my command: halt the attack on the city!!"

By the way, Li Mo is charging into battle, and Ying Bing...

Zheng--

Just then, the sound of the Thunder Beast Skin Drum on the city wall became more frequent and dense.

The chilling, murderous sound of the zither, played with powerful Will Soul, echoed across the battlefield, drowning out all other noise.

Ying Bing sat atop the city wall, her jade-like face cold and aloof, her fingers caressing the zither.

She is doing two things.

Firstly, he wielded a war drum made of thunder beast skin, played the "Heavenly King Breaking Formation Melody," and in an unimaginable combination of the two, created an unparalleled sound of slaughter, strengthened his own side, and intimidated the enemy.

Secondly, he used the Rosy Phoenix Qi to command the army.

Two groups of cavalry charged out.

Besides Li Mo, the other force was personally led by Qu Sheng.

"Surround and kill them!"

Han Zhen's shrill voice pierced the battlefield.

All the colossal War Colossus of the Witch Spirit, the dark mass of enemy troops, and various high-grade Calamity Beast, gathered in an instant.

The colossal war scene exudes an ancient and Savage Wilderness desolation, with enemy soldiers striking their rattan armor with their weapons, and bizarre and Calamity Beast appearing one after another.

Compared to these.

The two cavalry forces were not particularly formidable; in fact, they appeared rather small.

There are only so many horses.

With 80,000 men, how many cavalry could they possibly have?

Even with the infantry following closely behind, it still wasn't enough.

"Call..."

The wind whistled past.

As Li Mo listened to the clanging sounds of iron horses and clashing swords produced by the Ice Block, the Heaven-Equalizing Battle Secret silently began to operate without his intervention.

My whole body felt as if it were on fire.

The hammer in his hand was burning hot.

For no apparent reason, he recalled memories of his previous life, the Mystery of the Womb: the retired soldier upstairs who loved to listen to opera in the morning sun, keeping him from sleeping in.

Just like him now, charging into battle towards the rising sun.

What's the old man's favorite song?

The powerful, resounding roar of Peking Opera seemed to echo in my ears:

"With loved ones in peril, my rage burns fiercely; I charge into enemy lines and fight hordes of demons."