Hundreds of colorful rays of light followed, split into two groups, and flew in two directions - above the city walls and on the left and right gates. In just a few blinks of an eye, various shapes and colorful spiritual power waves rained down on the two city gates that were slightly smaller than the main gate. The loud explosion almost completely drowned out the screams that had just come from the main entrance passage a second ago. Several cannons turned their muzzles at the same time and blasted into the walls on the left and right.

"Give me—"

"Fight—"

Several hoarse roars rang out from the walls of Yandangguan and several areas of the city close to the city walls. Judging from the spread breadth of these voices, the owners of these voices are all middle-level spirit masters whose cultivation is not low. There was also a hoarse and feeble voice coming from the top of the main city gate, obviously from the commander on the tower of the city gate who was trembling with the disciples of the Canglong Sect. The armor and uniform on his body had been torn open several times, and blood stained the torn parts. He couldn't even stop for a second to stop the bleeding, because two Canglong Bone Knives, which were twice as wide as the light blue cold light sword in his hand, were flying up and down on the left and right sides of his body, forcing him to wave the cold light sword in his hand all the time to resist, and the healer closest to him was also surrounded by a Canglong Bone Knife.

The top of the main gate city wall has turned into a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, and every second, ordinary soldiers of the Jianyan Army fall, and every five to eight seconds, a spirit master of the Jianyan Kingdom falls. The colorful spiritual power fluctuations illuminated the night sky as if it were day, reflecting the half-red city walls and blue brick and stone slabs stained with blood. If someone floats in the sky, they will see that the two most dazzling colors are blue-gray and dark brown, which is the color of the dragon bone knife. Although it is a bit nonsense to use "dazzling" to describe these two dark colors, there is no light of these two colors on the Cangling Continent, but there is no more suitable word to describe them now. Every time the Canglong Bone Knife was swung, it drew a graceful curve in the air, and a scarlet blood light swayed, and it all provoked a loud explosion. As far as the eye can see, the eighteen curves they draw in the air are as if they were drawn by a brush in the hands of God, outlining a picture. It's a pity that the role of this picture scroll is to devour life.

The three spirit master squads of the three siege squads that had previously attacked the air were all counterattacked and knocked back to the city walls. Several of them didn't know why, their bodies instantly lost their balance, and they fell directly from the air, being shot into a sieve by the bows and arrows and muskets outside the city gate.

Hundreds of spiritual power fluctuations soared into the sky. More than a hundred spirit masters rose into the sky from various areas within the Yandang Pass, some of them rushed to the top of the city wall, and the other part rushed towards the hundreds of points of light that mainly rushed to the city gates on the left and right. All the spirit masters of the Cangling Army who rushed to the city wall could feel that the spiritual power fluctuations of these hundreds of spirit masters were not very strong, and they were still in a very unstable state, and it was obvious that the power that burst out by forcibly overdrawing their physical strength and spiritual veins. They can also feel that the spirit master troops in Yandang Pass are already at the end of their crossbows. The remaining ordinary troops in the Kannai are no longer a problem.

"Attack!"

"Assault!"

Several orders came from the mouths of the commanders of the various units. The artillery fired the last round of shells, after which the shelling stopped. After a few loud explosions, two other gates shattered. The shield cavalry, musketeers, and archers dispersed automatically, giving way to the three gates.

Three siege squads in mid-air regrouped. Everyone's body was surrounded by energy, fused together, and turned into three reddish-brown dragons, spitting three mouthfuls of dark red breath towards the city walls. These three breaths were like three piles of **, blasting towards the top of the city wall, blowing up the already disordered formation of the Jianyan Army to the point of complete disarray. The various attacks and blocking moves that flew towards them were like water splashed on the sun, and they dissipated automatically as soon as they got closer.

The neat and loud sound of horses' hooves sounded instantly. Legions of heavy cavalry like a torrent of steel poured out of the three pathways and blasted towards the three empty caverns. They raised their spears, heavy knives, and maces in their hands, and shouted their slogans loudly, as if they wanted to vent all the grievances and hatred of the enemy that they had been walking on the continuous mountain roads for a long time.

The miserable white wind tunnel slowly disappeared. The figure of Qiu Bai emerged from it. The blue-gold full-body armor and blood-red cloak emitted a faint light at the same time. No one could see him, only a small star-like point of light. He knew that he didn't have to continue to shoot. He just looked up and looked above the walls.

"Is this the power of the Central Army and the 'Canglong Commando...... Over the years, they have grown to this extent...... No wonder he has the confidence to implement the plan......"

An hour later.

The capital of the Rock Country, the Holy Rock Castle. Supreme High Command.

"Smack!"

A precious teacup made of celadon was slammed to the ground and shattered into countless pieces. The hot tea drenched the wool carpet on the floor of the room, staining the bright pattern with a large mark of deep cyan. A streak of heat wafted from the carpet.

The non-commissioned officer who gave the order was half-kneeling on the ground, his head bowed, his body trembling slightly, and he did not dare to look up.

"How can this be! These bunch of rice eaters!"

The non-commissioned officer gritted his teeth and forcibly held back. The sound was mixed with a powerful fluctuation of spiritual power, which shook his eardrums to the point of bursting. With his shallow cultivation, under the impact of this level of spiritual power fluctuations, he could only turn into ashes.

"Hurry up and give the order! Convene a 'special emergency meeting'! In half an hour, I will see all the people who should be there appear in the council chamber!

"Yes, Commander!" the non-commissioned officer gritted his teeth and lowered his head again.

Half an hour later.

The huge grand crystal chandelier emits a dazzling and soft golden glow, illuminating the entire council hall as if it were daytime. The high-end sandalwood table and leather chairs reflect a faint glow visible to the naked eye, looking like the pectoral muscles of a sturdy young man illuminated by the summer sun.

The long, narrow, oval table was full of people. On the left and right sides sat two rows of people, most of them wearing the general's military uniform and talisman armor, and a few wearing uniforms and white coats. Everyone's expressions were serious, except for one or two men in white coats with tired faces. Most of them exude strong spiritual power fluctuations, and only a few people have very weak spiritual power fluctuations, so weak that they can be ignored.

At the top of the table sat a middle-aged man in his fifties. He had short brownish-red hair that stood up to the sky like a steel needle, a broad face but not fat, a powerful and brightly colored marshal's uniform, and several medals of various sizes and styles on his chest. Several medals, along with the marshal's epaulettes on his shoulders, glowed in silver and gold, and looked even more dazzling than the glow of a crystal chandelier. On the thumbs of each of his hands, he wears a strange ring. The ring on the thumb of the left hand is a gemstone ring, and the side near the palm of the hand is inlaid with a gemstone with eight different colors and different patterns, emitting faint spiritual power fluctuations, and the ring on the right thumb is dark gold, with only one side, and there are no spiritual power fluctuations. The breath he breathed was very even, and the spiritual power fluctuations in his body were also very calm, and from the surface detection, it was not very powerful, but it gave people an unfathomable feeling. Behind him, stood four men in tight suits, three men and one woman. All four of them were wearing masks, with only their eyes visible from top to bottom. Even if they don't probe, everyone can feel the abundant spiritual power in their bodies.

The two people sitting on the next throne were a little weird. They wore no uniforms, uniforms, or lab coats, and they did not look like soldiers, government officials, or researchers. The old woman on the left wears a grass-green robe, her hands tucked into her sleeves. She was very petite, and her skin was as dry as firewood, and she looked like the old witch in a fairy tale who poisoned the good heroine. The man on the right was completely shrouded in a black cloak and mask, and bursts of smoky black gas emanated from his body, making ordinary people sick to their stomachs at the sight of it. The other three sides of the room were surrounded by guarding spirit masters, but there was no one behind the two of them.

"Let's get started. The marshal waved his hand.

"God bless the rock!" everyone on either side of the table rose from their seats, raised their right hands, saluted the people opposite them, and shouted the same slogan. Everyone's accent is different, and several of them have a distorted accent that doesn't sound like their own. In the entire chamber, only the marshal and the two men on the throne remained in their respective seats.

"Sit. The marshal waved again.

Everyone sat back in their seats.

"I think you all know," hardened the marshal's tone, "for what is the reason why I have summoned you now. ”

Not a single person spoke. Two men in white coats swallowed their saliva and made a dull "grunt" sound in their throats.

"Two pieces of bad news. First, Yandang Pass has fallen. According to the estimates of intelligence officers, only a few hundred defenders escaped. The Spirit Division's forces were almost completely wiped out. Second, the first step of the 'devouring' plan failed. ”

The old woman and the black-faced man raised their heads at the same time.

"The two of them," the marshal said, glancing directly at the two across from him, "missed." He was almost killed by the reinforcements who came over. ”

The two generals, with the rank of major general on their shoulders, turned their heads and glanced at the old woman and the black-faced man.

"We've all fallen for the Spirit Army," said the marshal, "and first, this time they're really counterattacking, not acting. Second, none of us expected, let alone detected, that their real target was Yandang Pass. The frontal attacks on both sides were all feints. They only used a small number of elite spirit division troops to destroy all the defenses of Yandang Pass in a very short period of time. We didn't even have time to send reinforcements. ”

The old woman's dark green eyes rolled twice, and her shriveled lips moved, as if she wanted to say something.

"I judge that the current situation of the front line will not be possible to retake Yandang Pass in the short term," the marshal spread his hand, "I need to hear your opinion now. ”