Both Sides Engage in a Magical Duel! Heavenly Eyes Clash!

Yu Feng slowly let out a breath as he looked at the simulation before him, a trace of doubt flickering in his eyes.

This time, Yu Feng felt as though the system had glossed over many things without properly simulating them in detail.

It was as if the simulation was wary of someone?

Surely those few Saints wouldn't notice the simulation, would they?

How was that possible?

After thinking it over, Yu Feng ultimately cast the thought from his mind, deciding only that the simulation had been somewhat brief this time.

Muye. For this final battle, the armies of Xi Qi and the Yin Dynasty had both gathered here.

Even though feudal lords across the realm had rebelled against the Yin Dynasty, its foundations could not be underestimated. Its forces numbered nearly three hundred thousand. Although close to two hundred and fifty thousand had been hastily assembled and consisted mostly of slaves, they still outnumbered Xi Qi's forces several times over.

Grand Tutor Wen Zhong and Shen Gongbao were both among them, along with many troublesome generals. This battle was the final battle, and also the most difficult one.

"Grand Tutor Wen Zhong! I greatly admire you, so I will not try to persuade you to surrender. It is only a pity that your loyalty is too blind!"

"Shen Gongbao! The fall of the Yin Dynasty is inevitable! Stop resisting stubbornly!" Jiang Shang called out to the two from afar.

Jiang Shang's tone toward Wen Zhong was full of admiration, yet the regret in his voice was equally clear.

But when addressing Shen Gongbao, Jiang Shang's voice was distinctly cold. One could hardly believe it was the same person who had spoken in that earlier tone.

Wen Zhong snorted coldly. "Jiang Shang, I appreciate your goodwill, but all I can say is that we serve different lords. There is nothing more to discuss!"

Shen Gongbao, meanwhile, looked at Jiang Shang with a smile. "Junior Brother, listen to yourself. You are clearly a band of rebels, so why dress your words up so grandly? You are nothing more than petty men who sneaked into a house while its owners were away, then seized the nest for yourselves."

You finally understood why Jiang Shang was so cold toward Shen Gongbao. That smiling face of Shen Gongbao's was deeply uncomfortable to look at. Even if the smile was sincere, it still made you uncomfortable, and every word out of his mouth was barbed.

Upon hearing that, Jiang Shang snorted and looked at you. "Xuanyuan, see that? That Shen Gongbao isn't even human—he's from the demon race. You don't need to hold back against him. Just treat him as a demon that brings disaster upon humanity. Hit him hard. Better yet, kill him for me!"

The corner of your mouth twitched. This was the first time you had seen Jiang Shang act like this, but you said nothing.

You guessed Shen Gongbao must have some grudge against Jiang Shang.

You merely drew the Fuxi Spear and looked toward Shen Gongbao.

Shen Gongbao naturally noticed you as well and gave you a perfectly standard smile.

Suppressing the discomfort in your heart, you said to Shen Gongbao, "Let's fight somewhere else!"

Both you and Shen Gongbao flashed away, vanishing from this battlefield and appearing elsewhere. Soldiers against soldiers, generals against generals—it was only reasonable.

At the moment you and Shen Gongbao disappeared, Jiang Shang suddenly sensed a familiar aura following you away. At the same time, he felt that something seemed wrong on the battlefield.

Yet he could not say exactly what was wrong.

"Wen Zhong! Fight me!" Yang Jian summoned the Three-Pointed Double-Edged Halberd. As the heavenly eye between his brows opened, he looked toward Wen Zhong across from him.

"Come!" Wen Zhong answered, and the two flashed away from where they stood.

The instant their figures vanished, waves of battle cries erupted across the battlefield as soldiers from both sides charged at one another.

This included Nezha, Lei Zhenzi, and the others.

Jiang Shang, meanwhile, sat atop Four Unlike and gazed at the Yin Dynasty's army across from him, his brows knitting slightly.

Jiang Shang sensed Bewitching Arts and illusion techniques on the slaves within that army. Clearly, Daji had bewitched those slaves before the battle. Otherwise, Jiang Shang could not possibly have sensed Bewitching Arts and illusion techniques on them.

It seemed Daji had anticipated that these slaves would rebel as well.

But since she knew they would rebel, she should not have stayed away from the battlefield, right?

She would definitely appear!

Daji could not possibly sit in Chaoge and wait for death!

Then why... could he not sense her aura?

Jiang Shang frowned.

Suddenly, Jiang Shang's expression changed slightly.

"Oh no! That fox demon followed Xuanyuan!"

Jiang Shang finally remembered whose familiar aura had followed you away just now.

It was Daji's aura!

Jiang Shang felt troubled, for no other reason than this.

Since Daji had dared to follow so brazenly, and had even deliberately released a trace of her aura when she left, it proved that she had intentionally wanted to lure him over.

Jiang Shang did not believe Daji had carelessly leaked her aura by accident. There was no need to even think about it—Daji would never make such a low-level mistake.

Just as Jiang Shang was preparing to go support you, he seemed to receive a message from someone. His lips moved as though he wanted to say something.

In the end, Jiang Shang merely sighed, looked toward the battlefield, and murmured softly, "Xuanyuan, you... I see. This is your tribulation. You cannot avoid it."

Then Jiang Shang drew the God-Striking Whip and joined the battle before him.

On Yang Jian and Wen Zhong's side, the two had already begun fighting.

Yang Jian wielded the Three-Pointed Double-Edged Halberd, while Wen Zhong wielded the Male and Female Double Whips. The two were already locked in battle.

Yang Jian's Black Heavenly Eye confronted Wen Zhong's Black Heavenly Eye, and neither could gain the upper hand over the other.

Not far away, Yang Jian's Sky-Howling Dog and Wen Zhong's Dark Jade Qilin were locked in constant combat just like their masters. Every time they separated, fresh bite wounds could be seen on each other's bodies.

Yang Jian and Wen Zhong exchanged two successive moves.

They immediately pulled apart and activated the Black Heavenly Eyes between their brows, confronting each other. Beams of light shot from both of their Black Heavenly Eyes and streaked toward their opponent.

The two beams collided, yet neither could overcome the other.

At once, they gripped their weapons and began close-quarters combat. Blow for blow, both attacked viciously, each wishing to cut down the other without holding back in the slightest.

Seeing that neither his Heavenly Eye nor close combat had gained him any advantage, Wen Zhong decisively widened the distance between himself and Yang Jian. He formed a hand seal and shouted, "By my command!"

A violent hurricane swept toward Yang Jian. Seeing it, Yang Jian immediately raised the Three-Pointed Double-Edged Halberd in his hand and began to whirl it.

When the hurricane reached him, he fiercely swung the Three-Pointed Double-Edged Halberd. As he spun the weapon in a full circle, the hurricane was dragged by his tremendous force and revolved around with the halberd.

Then Yang Jian borrowed its momentum and sent it back toward where it had come from—toward Wen Zhong.

Wen Zhong snorted coldly and used the same Daoist Magic again. An identical hurricane appeared, and the two hurricanes canceled each other out.

Wen Zhong also realized that Yang Jian was not skilled in long-range Daoist Magic. He swiftly retreated from Yang Jian, intending to open the distance and fight him from afar.

But how could Yang Jian be so easily shaken off?

Yang Jian put away the Three-Pointed Double-Edged Halberd and chased after Wen Zhong.

The battle became a chase, with one pursuing and the other fleeing. Seeing this, the Sky-Howling Dog and Dark Jade Qilin in the distance both rushed toward their respective masters.

The battle between the two temporarily reached a stalemate.