In the end, it was Song Guizhi's exquisite stick skill that repelled Ling Yun, then brought gusts of Gang Wind as he attacked Li He, barely holding the group together. But after just over ten rounds, he was severely injured.
Wei Xuan roared, unleashing his Breathing Skill to the extreme. His aged body swelled several circles, his hair and beard stood on end, his eyes blood-red. The magic duel in his hands became more intense, paying the price of burning his body to enhance True Power, finally not inferior to Prince Zhen Nan.
Metal, wood, water, fire, earth, the Five Elements Breathing Skill is fundamental.
But that doesn't mean there are only these five.
Wind, thunder, ice, and various other breathing techniques exist, similar to Magic Cultivation discovering variant Spirit Roots beyond Five Elements Spirit Root.
The generals within Qiantang Prefecture were plunged into a desperate battle.
It was at this moment.
A thunderous sound echoed from the Heavenly Dome.
Someone was calling for help!
Li He and others knew the White Robe was not dead and dared not let their fighting force decrease, immediately breaking away from the immediate trembling, flying towards the sky.
Cao Rong and Ling Yun also used talismans, unfolding a pair of wings behind them.
As they reached mid-air, they saw two Guiyuan Sect cultivators supporting King Jin among others in Yulu State.
"Since you're here, don't expect to leave!"
After fighting for seven to eight rounds, among the two cultivators who came to support, one died in battle, while the other used various techniques to flee quickly and disappeared.
Having repeatedly used the Blood Light Curse, coupled with the desperate attack from the dead cultivator, Li He was lightly injured. Coughing, he cursed: "Guiyuan Sect has risen so quickly in these years, it's simply outrageous!"
"It seems we need to be more careful!"
Daoxuan Wanderer, who was arranging formations on the ground and had not joined the battle, stood on his Flying Boat, reminding: "Before arriving, I heard Guiyuan Sect obtained some treasure to obscure the heavenly secrets. I wonder if they'll use it in this Ancestor Vein dispute."
"Then we mustn't delay any longer, let's capture Qiantang Prefecture first!"
Li He looked at Wang Jun, who arrived late, and said: "Wang Jun Daoist, you came just in time. Everyone, take responsibility for one direction, then go and inspect, see if there are any Guiyuan Sect cultivators lurking nearby to prevent ambushes!"
"Then, we'll surge forward and eliminate those troublesome True Power Warriors!"
"That Chen kid could show up anytime!"
With that, he took out a few Elixir Pills, put them in his mouth, and sat cross-legged in the air to heal injuries.
Wang Jun nodded in agreement, then formed a seal controlling his sword, cautiously circulating within a radius of several miles.
About fifty miles out, he vaguely saw moving shadows along the forest paths, slightly lowering his altitude and saw someone riding a horse on the road, and also...
White Robe on a White Horse!
Wang Jun felt a chill down his spine and immediately changed direction, intending to report back to the others, but then reconsidered and paused.
After pondering thoroughly.
He formed a seal and recited an incantation, gathering Sword Qi Skill in front of him, then directly pierced through his own critical areas, twisting his five senses in pain, his face turned pale, and he then struck the air a few times to create noise.
After doing all this, Wang Jun returned to his previous position.
Li He, hearing the commotion, raised his eyes sharply, seeing the other seriously injured, staggering back as if about to fall to the ground: "What happened?!"
"Guiyuan Sect disciples! Cough, cough..."
Wang Jun weakly said: "But rest assured, I repelled them, and they're also heavily injured, probably won't return."
The others gathered upon hearing, somewhat relieved.
Wang Jun wiped the blood from his mouth: "I am quite heavily injured, may not be able to use even Qi Refining Middle Stage power, probably can't help you all moving forward."
Daoxuan Wanderer stroked his beard and sighed: "Wang Jun junior brother, since this is the case, you should return to the sect to report, and see if you can apply for more Spirit Stones. Using a Formation consumes a massive amount!"
"Okay, Daoxuan senior brother, I will try."
Wang Jun clasped his fists, and after taking a few Elixir Pills, staggered and flew in the opposite direction, quickly disappearing.
He traversed the clouds, glancing back at the increasingly distant Qiantang Prefecture, finally relaxing his tense heartstrings.
The White Robe has arrived!
Whether the next win or loss is irrelevant to him.
He just wants to return and heal, then seclude in Foundation Establishment.
After Cao Rong and others left one after another, Wei Xuan spat a mouthful of blood.
Song Guizhi quickly stepped forward to support him while searching for Elixir Pills from his robes.
Other Martial Saints like Wang Zhi were also wounded, lightly or heavily.
After merely less than ten rounds!
Moreover, Wang Jun hadn't arrived, and Daoxuan Wanderer was arranging military formations.
Once they're ready and attack again, it could mean city collapse and slaughter!
Inside the city, Beiliang Army soldiers saw this scene as well.
The Commander's fate is unknown.
Generals are all injured.
The city's food cannot be replenished, only sitting precariously at the foot of a mountain.
Outside the city, a 300,000-strong army besieges tightly!
As if approaching the final moment.
Beiliang's day of execution!
"Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom——"
Outside the city, the war drums filled with murderous intent sounded again, continuously pounding the already demoralized hearts of the soldiers.