Chapter 115: 143, 144

Fengzhou.

Wu River.

To the north is Hetian County.

To the south, it faces the rebel army of the Six Towns; of course, these Six Towns are no longer what they once were.

Over a month ago, Yan Bore spotted an opportunity to cross the river and engage the Six Towns in battle, resulting in a string of victories that gradually lured them deeper inside.

Seeing that they were about to fall into an ambush, the Imperial Court's Yan family were no mere fools; even though they had ventured deep, they had still left themselves a path of retreat, and upon sensing something was wrong, they withdrew in an orderly fashion.

Half a month ago, Yan Bore led the troops in a retreat to the banks of the Wu River, but just as they were about to cross, they discovered that the northern bank was filled with the Six Towns' rebels. Clearly, their rear had been cut off.

Afterward, several more field battles and river-crossing engagements broke out.

The Yan family fought their way out, and with the performance of Yan Bore's son, Yan Baixiang, as well as the fierce generals under his command and the experts from the Star Gazing Tower, Yan Bore finally found a small path to bypass the enemy and return to the Imperial Capital.

They thought they had escaped, but upon entering that path and moving quickly through it, their scouts discovered signs of a large army lying in ambush ahead; checking behind them, the rebels had also circled around to cut them off.

Because the terrain was narrow, a fierce general like Yan Baixiang, who specialized in cavalry, could not utilize his strengths at all.

Consequently, the fierce generals under Yan Bore, "Meteor Spear King" Shang Shuzhi and "Earth-Quaking Hammer Demon" Yan Wanjiao, took the initiative to accept the order, leading three thousand death-sworn soldiers to charge and clear the way.

As it turned out, these two fierce generals, who had not died on the main battlefield, died directly in the canyon.

The three thousand elite death-sworn soldiers also went and never returned.

Yan Bore, who was watching the battle from a high vantage point, naturally perceived the situation when those three thousand death-sworn soldiers were killed; it was clear that the Six Towns also had the support of noble families.

Thus, Yan Bore's heart turned to ash; like a python with its head and tail blocked, he led the remaining twenty thousand troops, unable to advance and struggling to retreat.

The upright "Yan" battle flag fluttered in the cold wind of the canyon.

With no other choice, Yan Bore could only bring out the portrait of the "Fairy Sister" once more, beginning to lead the people in worship while muttering to himself, recounting the events that had transpired here one by one.

At this moment, he was weeping with tears streaming down his face, silently saying in his heart: 'Fairy Sister, I know that the mortal ties between you and me have ended, and I dare not ask for more, but I fear that both Baixiang and I will die here... Just consider this as coming to see us father and son off, sob sob sob.'

This method of crying was clearly very effective.

Originally, Su Mengzhen had no intention of concerning herself with the affairs of the Central Plains anymore.

The Su Family was inherently somewhat incompatible with the local noble families; when Su Mengzhen had found Yan Bore back then, Yan Bore did not yet have his current status, and it could be said that apart from his looks, he had no other particular strengths—it was precisely for this reason that the Su Family head had chosen him as the target to give birth to an heir.

But now, Yan Bore had become the Prime Minister and had even led troops into the great war of the Central Plains; whether Yan Bore won or lost in such a war, Su Mengzhen did not care at all.

Because as the head of the Su Family, although she could not see clearly, she knew that many surging undercurrents were hidden within the Central Plains war, and once involved, it was highly likely that something would go wrong.

Her last intervention had already been a stretch.

Now, to have to forcefully involve herself again, she was truly in a difficult position.

Yet, watching her only child abroad die before her eyes was something she was unwilling to accept... Among the female soldiers offering sacrifices, one suddenly had a change in expression; she rose from her original posture of pious prayer, swept a disdainful gaze over her surroundings, and said: "Yan Bore, have people leave."

Yan Bore was stunned, immediately becoming agitated, then waved his hand to disperse the others; just as he was about to speak, he saw the possessed Su Mengzhen hurriedly add: "There is not much time left, prepare brush and ink."

Before long, Su Mengzhen, visualizing Song Cheng's temperament, let the brush dance like a dragon or snake; as if the ink had a life of its own, it followed the tip of the brush to outline a lifelike two-tailed white fox.

Then she thought of the words Song Cheng had spoken, and then thought of Song Cheng's requirement for a huge, face-covering helmet and armor to be prepared here, so she said: "This is an immortal of my Su Family; he once had the feat of shaking a region, was skilled in great strength, and once stood alone before the Ghost Gate, blocking many ghost servants that came like a tide. You must quickly order people to visualize him, and at the same time prepare a set of armor; it must cover the face and include a helmet."

Visualization requires knowing a story.

But the story does not necessarily have to be a true story; it is merely to enable the visualizer to have an overall understanding of the image.

Song Cheng was the North Land Blade King and had once fought against ghost servants, so Su Mengzhen fabricated this simple story.

Subsequently, she polished it slightly and spoke a few words to the female soldiers who had entered, helping them to visualize successfully.

Yan Bore, for his part, hurriedly prepared a set of armor.

With everything in readiness, a new round of worship began.

Amidst the clouds and mist, in the canyon behind the Imperial Court army, a middle-aged man with a majestic appearance and a somewhat transcendent aura was standing on high ground, gazing into the distance.

This middle-aged man, while called a man, possessed a trait that was very difficult for ordinary people to have, and that was... height.

He was too tall; by the standards of Song Cheng before he transmigrated, this was a full two meters twenty or thirty.

The middle-aged man was tall, but if compared to the armored soldiers behind him, he was just a little dwarf.

Because the shortest of those armored soldiers behind him was three meters tall.

The thickness of their armor and the sharpness of their weapons only gave one the feeling of a fortress of blades, a demonic beast clad in armor.

This was the Shuofang Town among the Six Towns.

Xu Shanli, the leader who had now initially reunified the Six Towns, was also from this town.

Xu Shanli was this two-meter-twenty-or-thirty middle-aged man.

And the people of the Six Towns preferred to call him Xu Xianweng.

Shuofang Town was full of strong men capable of fighting, but Xu Xianweng's combat ability was not very good; his height of two meters twenty or thirty was considered "frail" in the town, yet he... was skilled in many "immortal arts" and possessed many mysterious and unfathomable treasures in his hands.

After circling around the south a few times, the people of the Six Towns learned that this thing of Xu Xianweng's was called a "Soul-Practitioner".

But this Soul-Practitioner, Xu Xianweng, had a characteristic: his object of visualization did not seem to be a member of a noble family, but a wild deity of unknown origin.

For this reason, Xu Xianweng had even solemnly recounted this origin.

He said that while he was gathering herbs in the mountains, he inadvertently met an old man; that old man held a withered mountain vine staff, and upon seeing him, smiled and said "fated," then passed him a secret book titled "Illusion Heaven Precious Mirror".

Originally, not many people believed such a story, but as it happened, the people of the Six Towns all believed it, simply because... not only did this Xu Xianweng have a miraculous encounter in the Six Towns, almost every town had different miraculous encounters.

The military tactics of Shenwu Town, the mysterious Ice Prison of Xuanming Zhen, the Ghost-Faced Strange Cavalry of Dahuang Town, the hundred-refinement forging method of Jinye Zhen, the strange arts of Shuofang Town, the killer's treacherous stabs of Rouyu Zhen... the Six Towns had almost all formed their own systems, and behind the Six Towns were hidden various miraculous encounters.

At this time, Xu Xianweng fixed his gaze into the distance and suddenly took a fish jade pendant from his bosom; that jade pendant was shockingly also a "Skull Double Fish Pendant".

The jade pendant expanded, emitting a hazy moonlight.

Xu Xianweng looked at the other side and said indifferently: "No need to rush; he still has twenty thousand troops. Block the opening, cut off their food and supplies, and in two more days, they will surely fall into chaos."

A response came from the other side.

After Xu Xianweng finished giving his instructions, he took out a yellow-skinned gourd that appeared extremely ancient from his waist, gripped the middle section of the gourd with his hand, and shook it in the void.

Whoosh~ swish-swish~~ one by one, yellow beans were poured out from the gourd, drifting down with the wind into the canyon.

The beans that hit the ground bounced and hopped, springing everywhere; the "da-da" sounds were continuous and grew increasingly dense.

High above, Xu Xianweng suddenly opened his eyes, his mouth seemingly muttering words, and then he pointed at the ground; the sound of soybeans rolling on the ground vanished abruptly, and then, one after another, sturdy men wearing Yellow Jia and with gray complexions appeared in the canyon, holding swords and blades.

"Go!"

Xu Xianweng waved his hand.

The soybean soldiers then proceeded forward one after another.

The true elite of any force are never numerous, and it is impossible to use them in a war of attrition.

Xu Xianweng's "scattering beans to form soldiers" was precisely to use these soybean soldiers to harass the trapped army; in short, it was to make them jumpy and unable to find peace.

Song Cheng, who had exited the Yin She, first glanced at Su Ningyu beside him, and seeing that she had no reaction, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

The Su Family believed that they were the masters of the Yin She, but they did not know that the master of the Yin She had long since changed.

Regarding this kind of matter, Song Cheng still felt a bit like a thief with a guilty conscience; after all, he had stolen the Su Family's cultivation techniques and had read through their "Nine-Tail" inheritance. And when comparing the treasure that is the "Ghost Tower," one only realizes what a supreme treasure it is after the comparison. If even a tiny bit were exposed, he would likely face endless trouble afterward.

Besides this, it also involved the "female persona" of "Xuan Nu Niang Niang." If the Su Family knew he had already seen the Nine-Tail, then when speculating about "Xuan Nu Niang Niang," they would very likely associate her with him.

In short, the "Ghost Tower," just like immortality, is something that must never be exposed.

Fortunately, Xiao Yu'er is a fox immortal Young Miss who "wears her emotions on her sleeve," so Song Cheng could completely tell from her face whether he had given himself away.

Right now... he hadn't.

Xiao Yu'er, wrapped in an old red gauze garment, stood foolishly by Song Cheng's side, thought for a moment, and said, "Don't be nervous."

"A thought of the Soul can travel back and forth, and no one can stop it, unless one encounters an evil Ghost, only then would the Soul be trapped."

"But my sister said the battlefield is in Fengzhou, which is the heartland of the Great Shang Dynasty; there isn't even a Ghost Tide there in winter, so you won't have any accidents."

Song Cheng said, "I really am quite nervous; I have little experience, haven't seen much of the world, and haven't really fought much."

Xiao Yu'er said, "Just listen to our sister."

Song Cheng nodded in response, then said, "Once this battle is fought well, A Ting, Xiao An, and Ling Xue will count as having a teacher... My heart can finally be at ease."

The sister-in-law is clearly a person of standing; that arrogant air of looking down on the world and surveying all living beings cannot be displayed without true ability.

Her talents and level of learning are likely the "ultimate version" of Ling'er.

Having found such a teacher for the children, Song Cheng also felt that he, as a father, had finally fulfilled a bit of his responsibility.

Xiao Yu'er suddenly said, "By the way, you said that when this matter ends, you would give me a surprise. What surprise is it?"

Song Cheng said, "It's about the Reappearance Tribulation; children shouldn't ask."

Xiao Yu'er frowned, feeling very hurt, and then put her hands on her hips and said, "You're the one who's a child."

Having said that, the fox immortal Young Miss said, "Little Song, you weren't like this when I first met you, were you?"

Song Cheng said, "At the beginning, the you in my heart was also..."

Xiao Yu'er suddenly said, "Like my sister?"

Song Cheng was stunned and hurriedly said, "No."

Suddenly, he realized the topic was veering off course.

He did indeed treat Xiao Yu'er like a child, especially when Xiao Yu'er stood together with Su Mengzhen, she looked even more like a child who hadn't grown up, but how could he say that out loud... Xiao Yu'er stomped her foot in anger, wanting to spin around and float away.

Song Cheng hurriedly grabbed her and gave another round of explanation.

Xiao Yu'er wouldn't listen to anything.

Just at this moment, the sensation of the visualization came; Song Cheng said helplessly, "I have to go first; if you don't listen, I'll die in battle out there."

Xiao Yu'er said angrily, "Then... then... you must return safely. I'll listen to your explanation."

Song Cheng gave his wife a hug, then sat cross-legged, his Soul stepping onto the Nine-Layer Nether Tower with a thought, taking on the appearance of the Two-Tail demon fox, and then looked outside the Tower.

He saw it was a military tent; the atmosphere in the tent was solemn, incense mist curled, and there were many female soldiers worshiping his fox portrait, while beside them, one female soldier was clearly the sister-in-law.

Beside the female soldiers, a charming and handsome middle-aged man was standing anxiously, his strength being "130~260"; he was likely the "Lishan King" Yan Bore.

This data, which couldn't even compare to "Manor Master Ouyang of White Camel Manor," directly corroborated Song Cheng's view of the Imperial Capital—the Imperial Capital really didn't have anything too remarkable... Perhaps the founding Imperial Court that established the dynasty had great strength, but the current one was no longer up to it.

Or perhaps everything before his eyes was just an appearance, just a chess game, and those who entered the game, whether they were princes or the Heavenly Son, were likely not the "chess players." The true chess players were probably at least at the level of "Holy Heaven Buddha" or "Arhat"... If Song Cheng hadn't been able to detain souls using the ability of the "Human Skin Ghost," he probably wouldn't even have known the three words "Holy Heaven Buddha."

This left Song Cheng slightly speechless.

After all, his initial impression was that "the Imperial Capital is terrifying," and the further into the heartland, the more terrifying it was, and the North Land where he was located was just a "newbie village"... But as it turned out, everyone was the same, and the ones in the North Land were even more formidable.

On the other side, there was also a tall, handsome, and sunny teenage boy with short hair; looking at his appearance, he looked quite like a member of the Su Family—after all, the Su Family are all beauties and handsome men who could topple nations—so he was likely that eldest nephew named Yan Baixiang.

The eldest nephew's strength was "95~190," which was a standout in the Form Realm.

Song Cheng quickly finished observing these "95~190," "130~260," and even the sister-in-law's "1 (525)~1 (1050)," then swept a glance at himself.

Hmm... his strength was "1217~2544."

Worthy of a battle.

He finally glanced at the giant black armor placed in the center of the tent; the black armor flashed with a cold light, was incomparably heavy, and the whole thing was like a fortress; ordinary soldiers couldn't even lift it, and he didn't know what kind of giant wore it, but he estimated that if they weren't four meters tall, they wouldn't be able to wear it at all.

However, this kind of armor was just right for Song Cheng.

He leaped out of the Nine-Layer Nether Tower, borrowed the "Soul channel" created by the female soldiers' visualization, arrived directly at the tent, and then dove into the black armor.

His Soul expanded and spread until it attached to the black armor; because he was demonstrating in front of his sister-in-law, Song Cheng could only enter the black armor in the image of the Two-Tail Ghost fox, but fortunately, the malleability of the Soul was very strong, and it soon attached to the black armor, making it his medium for Manifestation.

Click... click-click-click... The iron armor suddenly began to move.

The Lishan King, Yan Baixiang, and the female soldiers on the side all looked at the iron armor in shock.

Su Mengzhen swept a glance at Song Cheng and said, "Can you adapt?"

Song Cheng nodded and said, "Equip a blade, the longer the better."

"Lishan King" Yan Bore hurriedly said, "Yes, yes, this armor was previously captured from the Shuofang bandits, and there is also a side blade, one zhang long..."

Su Mengzhen said indifferently, "Go get it."

In the blink of an eye, Yan Bore brought over a weapon pill and respectfully handed it to Su Mengzhen.

Since the former master was dead, the weapon pill had no owner.

Su Mengzhen scanned the surroundings and said, "Xiang'er, you come to open the weapon pill."

Yan Baixiang hurriedly flicked his fingertips; this fellow, who could be called a little overlord in military charges, was at this moment incomparably curious about the new world his mother inhabited.

If his mother's magic arts were still within his expectations, then the existence before his eyes—a Soul that had arrived and directly manifested a black armor—was a bit exaggerated.

Not only was it exaggerated, he was also very envious.

While thinking this, Yan Baixiang flicked his fingertips, dripping blood to open the weapon pill.

Swish! A giant blade a zhang long appeared.

Yan Baixiang held up the giant blade and looked at Su Mengzhen, saying, "Mother, how should I address this clansman of yours?"

He was Su Mengzhen's offspring, and Su Mengzhen rarely said, "Call him Uncle." Hearing the word "Uncle," Yan Bore suddenly felt a pang in his heart; at first, he had taken it for granted that the clansman Su Mengzhen brought was still a woman. Su Mengzhen sensed this atmosphere; though she disdained to explain, she still wanted to casually say, "He is your little aunt's husband," but the words reached her lips and she hurriedly swallowed them back.

Song Cheng had cautioned her not to reveal his identity.

If she had said "little aunt's husband," wouldn't those with ulterior motives find out it was Song Cheng upon investigation?

"Uncle."

Yan Baixiang held the blade high above his head.

Song Cheng grabbed the giant blade.

In his Soul state, he could not speak.

Thus, he looked at Su Mengzhen with an expression of, "I don't know where I am, nor do I know what happened here, but I know I am about to start a massacre."

Su Mengzhen said indifferently, "Lishan King, prepare a fast horse for me and point out a direction. After we set off, wait half a stick of incense's time, then you lead your troops to follow."

"This—" Yan Bore was stunned for a moment and hurriedly said, "There are aristocratic family members on the other side, too. And we don't know how many people are on the other side, or who they are; what if—"

Su Mengzhen said coldly, "Go prepare, we set off in one hour."

Yan Bore gave his assent.

Su Mengzhen did not want to stay in a crowded place for long, so she stepped out with a leisurely gait.

Song Cheng followed right behind her.

Even though he, in his "Two-Tail Demon Fox Soul" Manifestation state, could only display the strength of the "Form Realm," his Form Realm was "240~480," which was enough.

Although Su Mengzhen was nervous, she also had quite a bit of confidence.

Because Song Cheng and she were a perfect match.

Song Cheng would not be affected by her "Fox Dance."

Firstly, it was because Song Cheng's eyes were Ghost Eyes, and secondly, Song Cheng himself could also perform Fox Dance.

A petite female soldier and a massive black armor clutching a zhang-long blade stood in the canyon.

The female soldier had an ordinary face but a charming demeanor and a cold, alluring expression; the black armor was sturdy and brawny, grim and terrifying, like a small hill propping up lush green vines hanging down from the cliff; the red and purple flowers of May had long bloomed everywhere, and further away, one could hear the sound of mountain springs gurgling.

Compared to the gray and gloomy scenes of the North Land, the scenery of the hinterland was truly much better.

On the other side, Yan Bore gathered his generals, ordering them to break camp while making adjustments.

Just as this was underway, a commotion suddenly came from behind the camp.

Everyone hurried out of their tents, only to see that a war was breaking out at the rear army camp.

Yan Bore's expression changed, and he said, "The pursuing troops have come."

He hurriedly grabbed a soldier who had run over from afar and asked, "How many people?"

The soldier hurriedly said, "Your Highness, the number is unknown—"

Yan Bore was filled with doubt and uncertainty.

Yan Baixiang led a troop of about a hundred elite cavalry guards and hurried over, saying, "Father, let me go take a look."

Yan Bore said, "No, you stay by my side."

Just as this King was thinking of a solution, a white horse came from not far away, and sitting on the mount was none other than Su Mengzhen.

Su Mengzhen lifted her chin and said indifferently, "You all stay here, I will go take a look."

Having said that, she spurred her horse and hurried away like a queen who had issued a command.

The black-armored giant followed closely behind.

Yan Baixiang looked into the distance and suddenly said, "Father, I will go too."

Yan Bore said angrily, "Did you not hear your mother's words?"

Yan Baixiang said, "I will stand further away, I am just looking..."

Having said that, he added, "Father, you often say that one should observe more of how those extraordinary people fight so that one can better respond when encountering them on the battlefield; this is a good opportunity for your son."

Yan Bore waved his hand helplessly.

Yan Baixiang spurred his horse away, but he was obedient and did not charge straight over; instead, he circled to a place with high terrain to look out from afar.

On the other side, the woman on the white horse and the giant-bladed black armor soon arrived at the rear army.

Song Cheng swept a glance and saw Yellow Jia soldiers with "Form Realm, Force Realm data" attacking the camp; the soldiers were shouting and fighting back, with fierce battles everywhere.

However, the data of those hostile Yellow Jia soldiers was pale red.

Just as he was thinking this, Su Mengzhen was already preparing to charge.

Song Cheng bent down and grabbed the horse's neck.

The white horse was startled and neighed, "Hiss, hiss."

Su Mengzhen also looked at Song Cheng in astonishment.

Song Cheng raised his hand and wrote on the ground: I will strike.

Su Mengzhen nodded.

Song Cheng let go of the horse's neck, his whole body's Qi circulating; he sprinted like a flying black giant elephant, dust flying during the charge, the earth sounding like a drum, and in no time, he was face-to-face with a Yellow Jia soldier in the distance.

A Shadowless slash was unleashed.

The blade was fast to the extreme.

Amidst the whistling, it boomed like a thunderclap in the sky before a downpour.

Although both are in the Form Realm, the gap between the two sides is too great.

The Yellow Jia armored soldiers were instantly defeated; their forms were struck by immense force, directly shattering and exploding into pieces, transforming into grains of pulverized yellow soybeans.

Song Cheng was stunned for a moment; he stared at those beans.

"Are these strange objects?"

He had truly broadened his horizons.

Although he was thinking this, he did not stop.

Swish, swish, swish! He cut through them like vegetables all the way.

Having one's Soul enter black armor is just that much of a bug.

Others simply cannot hit you; even if they smash your black armor to pieces, your Soul will not suffer the slightest damage.

Techniques capable of directly attacking the Soul are simply not something people at the "Yellow Grade" level can master.

Even for the Su Family, only the "Two-Tail Huxia" mastered by his sister-in-law could hit him.

And as for things that can trap a Soul, one would think only evil Ghosts could do it.

This was simply an unfair contest.

It was like a "monster with explosive attack power, extreme speed, and which wouldn't suffer a single injury even if it stood still for you to attack" rampaging on the battlefield.

It was fortunate that these Yellow Jia armored soldiers were not human; otherwise, their mental states would have collapsed within a few breaths.

Boom!!! When the last Yellow Jia armored soldier was hacked to pieces, Song Cheng sensed his own state.

No depletion.

This level of intensity didn't even count as a warm-up.

Amidst the astonished gazes of the imperial army's rear guard, he turned and left, quickly returning to Su Mengzhen's side.

Su Mengzhen looked at this brother-in-law who resembled a peerless fierce man, and her heart felt a small shock; at the same time, she sighed: being able to maintain Manifestation for a long time is truly good, but as for someone who can really do it, the only one she has seen with her own eyes is Song Cheng.

Su Mengzhen pulled on the reins, turned the horse's head, and headed back the way they came.

Song Cheng had nothing to say; he was here to be a hired thug anyway, so he continued to follow behind her rear, following along sluggishly; the feeling was like following a snail. His mind stirred, and he attempted to soar into the air, but failed.

The Soul can fly, but when the Soul is attached to iron armor, it possesses a physical form and thus cannot take flight.

However, Song Cheng glanced at the white horse and felt that he was still faster than the horse.

Thus, Song Cheng reined in the horse's neck, gripped his blade, and used the tip of the blade to quickly write on the ground: No need to ride a horse, I will carry you, the speed is faster, you can dance on my palm, if enemies fall into a dazed state, I will kill them immediately.

Su Mengzhen thought about the possibilities and was tempted.

"Let's try it."

Song Cheng reached out his hand.

Su Mengzhen stood up from the white horse and was about to step onto Song Cheng's palm, but she suddenly paused, shook her head, and said: "It is enough to kill our way out; there is no need to reveal too much power."

Song Cheng understood his sister-in-law's desire to "hide her light and avoid trouble," but he had a different opinion; he was already hiding his light enough, so a little exposure was fine. Thus, he continued to write: Being stronger means others will not dare to come to the North Land.

Su Mengzhen hesitated for a moment, revealed a charming smile, then moved her long legs, stepped onto Song Cheng's palm, and subsequently sat cross-legged in his palm, following his fingers.

This counted as accepting Song Cheng's argument.

Song Cheng slightly closed his palm, then instantly swept forward with his sister-in-law, and after a moment, they returned to the central army camp.

On the other side, Yan Baixiang sensed that the great battle had ended and hurriedly led the heavy cavalry to investigate. Amidst sounds like "Young Prince, General," he observed the battlefield, saw the many exploded yellow beans, and listened to the soldiers' accounts; a look of worship suddenly appeared in his eyes.

He worshipped the strong.

And that person in black armor was already the strongest he had ever seen, and it was a strength that fit his "aesthetic of violence."

The Yellow Jia armored soldiers who would have caused a stir were just a small interlude and passed quickly.

"Long-term Manifestation" seems like a capability that is "just so-so."

But once paired with Song Cheng's terrifying "Form Realm strength almost equivalent to the Mysterious Grade," and added to the fact that "there is no aristocratic main body walking outside," it becomes unsolvable.

Even if the opponent tries their best to shatter Song Cheng's armor, Song Cheng would at most only expose his Two-Tail appearance, and then he would absorb mud and sand to continue fighting just the same.

As for her, she could also replace a believer to reappear on the scene.

Su Mengzhen also suddenly began to realize this unsolvable nature; a faint, inexplicable emotion arose in her heart, along with a racing heartbeat.

As the head of the Su Family, Su Mengzhen's pressure was also very great.

The "give up and return to the North Land" style of behavior was only based on the thought that "the Su Family's strength is limited and cannot compete for the world," but what if there was suddenly hope now? Her body moved with Song Cheng's actions, sometimes leaning forward, sometimes leaning backward, her buttocks constantly shifting in his palm and between his fingers.

Her gaze looked at Song Cheng, revealing a bit of contemplation, thinking about how to further bind little Song, and how to make little Song become even stronger.

However, she still needed to observe further.

Song Cheng was thinking about other things.

He had already begun to slowly confirm that the battlefield before him was not a real battlefield.

Then what was the meaning of this war for those behind the scenes? And why did that person from the Buddhist Sect want to incite him to join the war for the world?

He needed to confirm these things again.

He subconsciously looked up toward the distance.

Wasn't there still a blockade ahead to charge through?

If it was still this simple, then... he could probably be certain.

An hour and a half later, the three divisions of the imperial army finished preparations and began to advance toward the northern canyon.

Song Cheng placed his sister-in-law on his shoulder, gripped his giant blade, and walked at the very front.

The canyon was towering, like a screen of swords reaching the sky.

The black-armored giant walked in front; Yan Bore looked at the Young Mistress sitting on the giant's shoulder, and his heart felt a bit inexplicably sour; looking at his son again, he discovered that Yan Baixiang's gaze was burning.

No one knows a son better than his father; Yan Bore knew that his own son just worshipped such powerful, fierce men; he couldn't help but let out a long sigh, but soon he convinced himself.

He and the Fairy Sister were not from the same world to begin with, while this Su Family member and the Fairy Sister were people who saw each other every day.

As a commanding general, he shouldn't be so sentimental, but the Lishan King had always been romantic by nature, mingling in affairs of the heart, so being sentimental was truly normal.

Tap. Tap-tap. Mysterious light flickered around Song Cheng's body, and his heavy footsteps sounded from time to time, shaking the earth and spreading waves of sound; this was to remind the people blocking his path ahead: it was time to strike.

Perhaps sensing the silence around him, Song Cheng gently pulled down Su Mengzhen, who was sitting on his shoulder, held her in the palm of his hand, and then nimbly leaped over the mountain peak, quickly landing at the top of a canyon.

Once the field of vision was elevated, many hidden things had nowhere to hide.

Coupled with the fact that Song Cheng could "see data through walls," almost everything became transparent.

Song Cheng saw thousands of data points ahead; it looked like most were Force Realm soldiers, mixed with about two hundred of the Jin Realm, and the leading general was of the Qi Realm, with data of 150~290, which could be said to be very elite.

And on one side, there was also data unique to a scion of a noble family: 1 (445)~1 (890).

The military momentum of those thousands of data points fluctuated, yet they all maintained a high level, and the highest point even reached 1150~1390.

(End of this chapter)