The battlefield below had become even more brutal!
Liu Jing's side, though completely at a disadvantage, could still barely hold on with the aid of the Nine Bends Yellow Sand Great Formation.
"Bang..."
A member of the Wang family, riding a Luoming bird-like beast, used their ability to traverse the void to penetrate the formation's obstruction and fly onto the city wall.
The Void Blade in his hand danced, directly slaying a defending cultivator. The blood splattered in mid-air, a shockingly beautiful sight!
"Bang, bang, bang!"
Immediately after, more members of the Wang family, riding Luoming bird-like beasts, poured in from outside, cutting and killing indiscriminately...
On the city wall, the Liu clan cultivators of the Celestial Gold Legion and the Celestial Fire Legion fought back desperately, relying on the formation to launch fierce counterattacks.
On the city wall, blades flashed, swords glinted, and cold light shone. Every inch of ground was paid for in blood...
Liu Jing looked at Wang Quangu respectfully and said, "Although I can't defeat you, it's still possible to defend Taihang City for ten days to half a month."
...
"Hahahahaha!"
Wang Quangu seemed to have heard a most amusing joke.
He mocked, "Ten days to half a month? Such brash talk. If you can last through today, I'll give you my head.
Liu Jing looked at Wang Quangu, who seemed to have some hidden support, his brow furrowed, and a sense of unease began to creep into his heart, as if something bad was about to happen.
However, facing Wang Quangu's fierce attacks, Liu Jing could only respond wearily, with no time to think.
With a swing of his saber, the surrounding yellow sand filled the air, instantly transforming into an endless desert, with vast amounts of sand laws enveloping the surroundings.
The combat power of cultivators at the Purple Mansion stage was indeed astonishing. Even the weakest, Liu Jing, could change the color of the world with a wave of his hand!
Upon seeing this, Wang Quangu threw a punch, causing space to shatter and roar, as if a divine being had descended, treading the earth and with the sky above his head. His fists held supreme power.
...
Below, at the city wall frontline, fighting, blood, and shouts filled the air. The tension of life and death on the battlefield was almost suffocating, and everyone's spirits were taut.
Suddenly, the offensive and defensive situation of Taihang City changed again.
Looking at the black flag fluttering opposite him, Ito Ryu, who had long been prepared to betray them, hesitated for a moment. Although he knew this was the agreed-upon signal...
After all, if he chose to betray them here, it wouldn't be long before everyone in the world would consider him a treacherous villain.
Although Ito Ryu believed he was not a good person, he did not wish to bear that name.
However, after hesitating for a moment, Ito Ryu finally made up his mind to proceed.
Because at this moment, he remembered what his father had said to him before.
"My child, remember, apart from individual strength, the cultivation world and the mortal world are not much different. Under the crushing weight of various forces, those who survive are often the shameless ones. True heroes, whom one would admire, often lose to them..."
His father's words resonated deeply, and Ito Ryu remembered them his entire life!
...
This should have been an order to hold the line and fight to the death...
However, this time was different from the past. Ito Ryu, using a secret code only known to their Ito family, issued an order to kill all their comrades!
Many Ito family disciples thought they had misheard.
"Patriarch, what are you doing? This is betrayal..."
When this order was relayed among the Ito family disciples, they were all stunned.
Due to the confidential nature of the matter, only a few high-ranking officials knew in advance.
"Our enemy now is the Liu clan, not the Wang family!"
"What!?"
The Ito family disciples, communicating entirely in their secret code, erupted in an uproar.
...
A considerable number of Liu clan cultivators also noticed something was amiss, but it was too late. The situation on the battlefield changed rapidly, and most of them did not react in time.
Compared to the fierce enemies in front of them, the traitors standing so close posed a greater threat.
Companions who had fought side-by-side, on the battlefield, suddenly turned their blades against them...
Unlike dying in a desperate fight against the enemy, this kind of death was not only unbelievable but also left one with regrets.
Amidst many disbelieving cries, the Ito family disciples stabbed the Liu clan cultivators of the Celestial Gold Legion and the Celestial Fire Legion in the back!
"Ito Ryu and his lot have finally made their move?"
Wang Quangu, who was engaged in a fierce battle with Liu Jing, thought to himself as he witnessed the chaos in Taihang City.
As one of the masterminds behind the plot, Wang Quangu was naturally aware of everything, as this was his plan in motion.
"Bastards, these damned Ito family members are ungrateful wolves, daring to betray us..."
Liu Jing, his face pale, stared at Wang Quangu and said, suppressing his hatred!
"Heh heh... You know it too late!"
Wang Quangu laughed triumphantly.
The cultivators of the Celestial Gold Legion and the Celestial Fire Legion fell silent collectively.
The stalemate that had been barely maintained was instantly reversed!
Their former allies had turned into traitors and were now stabbing them in the back...
The unease in Liu Jing's heart grew stronger, as if he were going to die here.
"Hmph, even if I lose this round, what of it? Can you still keep me here?"
Despite the strong sense of unease, Liu Jing showed no outward signs of it.
Around him, sand laws condensed, and his right hand, wielding the high-grade spirit treasure, the Sand Immortal Blade, was even wreathed in astonishing blade energy.
...
"Hahahaha, you're still being stubborn. If you can escape, I'll take your surname from now on!"
Wang Quangu laughed heartily, his entire body filled with spatial laws, even transforming the surrounding sky into a crystalline interface imbued with spatial power!
"Whether I'm being stubborn, you can try and find out!"
Seeing the unfavorable situation, Liu Jing decided to withdraw. It was clear that Taihang City could no longer be held, and prolonging the fight would be futile. It was better to escape quickly!
After all, for the Liu imperial family, the death of low-level cultivators, no matter how many, was not a significant issue.
If one batch died, another could be trained.
However, if he were to die here, the impact on the Liu imperial family would be too great.
Therefore, while the situation was not yet too dire, Liu Jing decided to disengage.
But to escape, he had to hold off Wang Quangu for a while. Thus, Liu Jing prepared to fight with all his might.
At this moment, an astonishing aura gathered around him, transforming into a vast and boundless sea of sand!
Sand laws covered the sky and earth, fiercely colliding with the spatial laws.
"Rumble!"
A deafening roar echoed. Sand and spatial fragments flew, and even the residual shockwaves were enough to seriously injure a Nascent Soul stage cultivator.
Liu Jing was sent flying by a punch from Wang Quangu.
Liu Jing, who was sent flying, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, completely ignoring his juniors who were still fighting, and rapidly fled into the distance.
It could be said that he had become a deserter.
"Impossible, how could this be..."
The ten thousand Liu clan cultivators of the Celestial Gold Legion and the Celestial Fire Legion, already caught in a pincer attack, looked at this scene and felt a sense of despair.
With their allies betraying them and their commander fleeing, what was left to fight for?
Wang Quangu snorted, his hands moving rapidly, forming countless hand seals that entered the high-grade spirit treasure, the Mountain River Sea Map, above his head.
Space merged with the void, and streaks of spatial power formed a cage of void.
"Coward, if you want to run, you have to ask if I agree. If I don't agree, you can't leave..."
Wang Quangu responded with disdain.
Although he was verbally dismissive, Wang Quangu was still cautious in his heart.
Even a cornered rabbit would bite, let alone a last-ditch counterattack from a Purple Mansion stage cultivator. He dared not be careless.
In a battle to the death, anyone who harbored any侥幸, or was frivolous and careless, was an absolute fool.
The kind of fool who would be desecrated even after death.
...
Looking at the cage of void that enveloped the surroundings, Liu Jing took out a yellow patterned ox horn from his spatial pouch.
With a reluctant glance at the yellow patterned ox horn, Liu Jing muttered a incantation!
Mysterious light emanated from the yellow patterned ox horn. A sky-piercing giant horn shot up into the heavens, breaking through the confinement of spatial laws.
In the ancient era, there was a race that even the ancient god clan feared, known as the Han Niu clan. Their innate divine abilities were astonishingly powerful. Individually, they were far stronger than humans.
The king of their race also possessed the combat power of the Purple Mansion stage, but was considerably stronger than human cultivators of the same level.
And this ox horn in Liu Jing's spatial pouch was the horn left behind by the king of the Han Niu clan.
After being modified by the Liu imperial family, it had become a single-use treasure!
The sky-piercing giant horn was covered in mysterious rule runes, making it indestructible.
"Boom!"
An earth-shattering sound reverberated through space!
With a single strike, the void cage was shattered, the cage dissipated, and a massive opening appeared.
Wang Quangu's expression turned grim. His brow furrowed as he gazed at the gradually disappearing sky-piercing ox horn, clearly in a foul mood.
Meanwhile, Liu Jing had long since fled far away, taking advantage of this opportunity.
Watching Liu Jing's receding figure, Wang Quangu suddenly seemed to recall something and said with a cold smile, "I never expected it, truly never expected it, that I would underestimate you. But no matter what, you will still die here..."
"I refuse to believe it. Can you escape once, and still escape a second time?"
The heavily wounded Liu Jing fled rapidly into the distance. As he fled, he glanced back at Wang Quangu, seemingly with a hint of smugness.
The next second!!!
With a "bang," the sound of a bowstring twanging split the air. A shadowy, ice-like, invisible arrow, like the brush of Yama, swept out with seemingly effortless ease, yet capable of taking a life.
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