Chapter 832: De Gao Stele Body

"Shu Wanjuan, you work for the imperial court. Don't forget your place!" Bloodfang knew Shu Wanjuan had arrived, but couldn't see him yet.

"The court has me doing many things; I can't quite recall which one you mean," Shu Wanjuan said, appearing in the darkness. With a casual wave of his hand, two Stone Cultivators crumbled into rubble.

As long as Shu Wanjuan showed himself, Bloodfang would have a chance to cast her spells.

"Don't play coy. You first joined the Peddler's rebellion, then became an official for the court, and now who do you plan to serve? What's the difference between an inconstant person like you and a three-surname slave?"

Finishing her remarks, Bloodfang felt somewhat pleased, believing the term "three-surname slave" was aptly used and would significantly impact Shu Wanjuan.

"Haha!" Shu Wanjuan chuckled. "Three-surname slave? You've underestimated me! When I was with Shan Chengjun, I also had dealings with the Tufang Kingdom. Shan Chengjun made friends in Wansheng Province, and I got to know many as well.

You must know what Wansheng Province is like; warlords carved it up, and there are far too many people one could follow. Don't talk about three surnames; thirteen wouldn't be an issue for me."

A dozen Stone Cultivators crumbled one after another under the penetration of the characters. If Bloodfang couldn't find a chance to retaliate, Shu Wanjuan's efficiency would mean these Stone Cultivators wouldn't last long.

Yet, Bloodfang believed Shu Wanjuan must have already fallen under her spell.

Had he truly said such shameless words, that thirteen surnames were nothing to him?

Was Shu Wanjuan really that kind of person?

Or was he just trying to reassure himself?

Bloodfang continuously launched dozens of Calamity Curses: "Old Shu, if you're hurting, just say so. We know each other well, so why hold back?

The court hasn't treated you well, but haven't they always been kind to you, come rain or shine? Since you pledged allegiance to the court, how can you eat from your bowl while eyeing another's pot, begging for food at someone else's house?"

The four Stone Cultivators behind her shook their heads repeatedly. No wonder Boss Lu called Bloodfang vulgar; she couldn't even speak clearly, yet always loved to toss out idioms.

But those few half-baked idioms genuinely made Shu Wanjuan feel ashamed.

Sensing that she had planted the Calamity Curse, Bloodfang quickly employed her technique.

The technique, co-created by the Stone, Virtue, and Curse Cultivators, was called the Virtue Stele Body.

The key principle of this technique was to engrave moral precepts like an inscription into the opponent's mind, utilizing their inner guilt to activate the Calamity Curse and turn their entire body to stone.

The technique struck true! Immediately, a dull thud resonated.

*Clatter!*

A large pile of shattered stones appeared on the ground.

Bloodfang was stunned for a moment.

Were these shattered stones Shu Wanjuan?

Bloodfang wanted to turn Shu Wanjuan into stone, but she hadn't expected him to shatter like this.

Had Shu Wanjuan been so ashamed that he exploded himself?

Of course not.

These stones were formed from ink.

Bloodfang's curse was indeed powerful, but Shu Wanjuan possessed the Heavenly Union technique. After being struck by the Calamity Curse, he immediately used ink to create a substitute, and the "Hate Without Reason" curse hit the decoy instead.

Since the spell failed, Shu Wanjuan seized the opportunity to strike. His figure flickered in and out of sight as he effortlessly killed over a dozen Stone Cultivators.

Bloodfang's tactic was to have Stone Cultivators hold the front while she ambushed from behind with spells. This method was indeed effective, but if the opponent wasn't afraid of spells, that was another matter entirely.

"Shu Wanjuan, I have plenty of Calamity Curses! Let's see how many you can withstand!"

Shu Wanjuan laughed, "Hate Without Reason, you can talk tough all you want. If there are a thousand, I'll endure a thousand; if there are ten thousand, I'll endure ten thousand!"

As his words fell, inscriptions appeared on the bodies of all four Stone Cultivator Generals.

He wasn't simply enduring; this was Shu Wanjuan's fighting style. He had been dealing with Bloodfang, but his counterattacks against the Stone Cultivators had never ceased.

Bloodfang grew a little afraid. Inscriptions also appeared on her body. If she could directly confront Shu Wanjuan like Shan Chengjun, she might still have a chance to win.

If she could consistently surprise him like Li Qi, there would also be a chance to win.

However, Bloodfang lacked the strength for a direct confrontation with Shu Wanjuan. She continuously cast spells, but Shu Wanjuan constantly nullified them. Before long, her Calamity Curses were almost depleted.

Looking at the shattered stones and ink stains on the ground, Bloodfang found many insects within them. These insects could be reused.

"Pick them up!" Shu Wanjuan's voice reappeared beside her ear. "Hate Without Reason, those are good insects. Pick them up and reuse them; don't waste them!"

Bloodfang dared not pick them up, unsure if Shu Wanjuan had left anything on them.

With fewer and fewer Stone Cultivators, the tide of battle seemed irreversible. Yet, Bloodfang, a seasoned veteran, carefully recalled the scene of Hong Ying fighting Shu Wanjuan.

Hong Ying's strategy was even simpler than Li Qi's: she launched consecutive attacks, so fast that Shu Wanjuan could barely parry, giving him no chance to catch his breath.

Could Bloodfang use this strategy?

Not directly; it needed some modification.

Bloodfang took out her remaining sixteen Calamity Curses, strung them together, and conceived a winning plan.

"Shu Wanjuan, you deceived me, and you deceived Shan Chengjun! You stayed at the Ink Scent Shop for so long, always claiming you couldn't find the entrance.

You had Shan Chengjun bring Ji Xuanwei to open the door, then you brought me to open it, but you already knew how to open it all along, you just didn't say!

As a result, Shan Chengjun was killed by you, Ji Xuanwei was killed by you, Chang Jiuhai and Qi Wujian were killed by you, and even I almost died because of you!

You tricked me into going to Mount Qunying, claiming it was to seize treasures, but in reality, you wanted to bring the Scholarly Cultivator back to be a local deity!

The court ordered you to seize the Ink Scent Shop, and you never wanted to act, but you dared not openly defy the court, so you tricked us into our deaths!

You damned coward, you don't have the guts to rebel, you just know how to harm people. Don't you feel ashamed, deep down?

You're two-faced, treacherous, deceptive, and full of lies! Are you even human? Do you have no shame?!"

These words, like a volley of cannon fire, carried the Calamity Curses and continuously struck Shu Wanjuan.

Bloodfang was imitating Hong Ying's strategy, aiming for gaps in the Heavenly Union technique. If Shu Wanjuan's technique didn't transform fast enough, his true body could be hit by the spell. Once he turned into stone again, the Ink Scent Shop would be hers completely.

This approach was entirely correct, and her words indeed struck a chord with Shu Wanjuan.

"You're right, I've harmed many people!" Shu Wanjuan didn't even try to defend himself. "I can do anything else, I can give up any other place, but not the Ink Scent Shop. I cannot hand it over!"

As she used the twelfth Calamity Curse, Bloodfang felt she had found a gap in the Heavenly Union technique. With the next curse, the spell would surely succeed.

The moment she launched the thirteenth Calamity Curse, Bloodfang vomited a mouthful of blood, and her spell was forcibly interrupted.

Using curses came at a price; she had to endure the spell's backlash.

Bloodfang's body was robust, but Shu Wanjuan's combat power was too high. Continuously using curses on him, even the strongest physique couldn't withstand the backlash.

Moreover, Shu Wanjuan hadn't been idle. The characters on Bloodfang's body had stacked up, layer upon layer. Under this pervasive erosion, there was no intact flesh left on Bloodfang's body.

Turning back, two of the four Stone Cultivator Generals were dead, and the rest of the Stone Cultivators were mostly wiped out.

Zhou Wencheng shook off a layer of shattered stones, straightened his knees, and stood up.

Murong Gui freed himself from the spell, stirring the ink in the lake.

Bloodfang no longer pondered; she knew she had no chance of winning.

While Shu Wanjuan was still far away, Bloodfang leaped, taking the two remaining Stone Cultivator Generals with her into the lake.

Relying on their tough skin, the three endured the corrosive ink, swam to the exit, and left the local deity's residence.

The two Stone Cultivator Generals looked at Bloodfang, saying with resentment, "Our people are all in there. Are we just leaving them?"

Bloodfang chuckled, "How are these your people? Your people died out long ago. They, like you, are all products of the Great Totem. Go discuss it with Old Qiao; he can create as many of these 'people' for you as you want."

At the mention of the Great Totem, the expressions of the two Stone Cultivator Generals twisted. They seemed to have vague impressions but couldn't recall the specific details.

The Great Totem must have been important to them, and the court's affairs were also significant. Bloodfang had just deceived the court; this matter needed an explanation.

"You just told Qiao Yi that we captured the Ink Scent Shop. Aren't you going to explain it to him now? If he investigates later, who will bear the blame?"

"Investigate what? What's there to investigate? What did I say wrong?" Bloodfang said, looking unconcerned. She wouldn't admit to filing a false report. "The Ink Scent Shop was captured long ago; it's just missing a deed. What difference does a deed make? What if that broken pavilion isn't taken down?

The Ink Scent Shop is in our hands now. Whatever we want to do, can Shu Wanjuan stop us? Can Zhou Badou stop us? They only dare to show off inside that pavilion. Ask them if they dare to pursue us?"

The two Stone Cultivator Generals kept staring at Bloodfang's face. Bloodfang frowned and said, "Why are you looking at me? Do I have a flower on my face or something? You useless nobodies, you show no skill in battle, but you know how to take advantage of me..."

Bloodfang felt her cheeks itch. She scratched her face a few times, and her fingernails were full of ink.

Her skin had peeled off several layers; how could there still be ink?

Could it be that...

"They really did chase us out, damn it!" Bloodfang took off running, with the two Stone Cultivator Generals following behind.

Shu Wanjuan was nearby, and Zhou Wencheng had also arrived.

After running for a long time, Bloodfang realized she couldn't escape Willow Garden.

She looked back at the two Stone Cultivator Generals and said, "Your sect is definitely going to become extinct again. It doesn't matter if you two die, just see if there's a way to save my life!"

After a few more steps, Bloodfang's body fell to the ground, her legs still rigidly prodding behind her.

Her body didn't recover quickly; only the ink stains sinking deeper and deeper into her flesh were visible.

The two Stone Cultivator Generals ignored Bloodfang and continued to flee for their lives.

Not long after fleeing, ink stains appeared on their bodies.

The correct response was to immediately blast off the stone surface of their bodies, which was the best way to escape the ink's erosion.

But Zhou Badou was closing in. If they were hit by his technique, they might not be able to stop exploding once they started, just like the previous Stone Cultivators.

Among the two Stone Cultivator Generals, one didn't hesitate and immediately blasted off his outer layer of stone.

The explosion didn't continue indefinitely; he managed to suppress it with his own technique.

But the ink stains on his body were now even more numerous than before.

These ink stains weren't from external contact; they were surging from within his body.

What else could be done now?

Keep blasting?

Shu Wanjuan stood in front of them, and Zhou Badou stood behind.

The two Stone Cultivator Generals exchanged glances, now at a loss for what else to do.

Murong Gui lay half-reclined on the pavilion, watching dozens of Stone Cultivators sprawled haphazardly on the ground.

These might be the last remaining Stone Cultivators in the world. Now afflicted by the Sloth Cultivation technique, they knew death was imminent but were too lazy to even twitch.

The Brush Scholar held his pen, writing on the Stone Cultivators. Once the ink permeated their bodies, these Stone Cultivators would completely vanish from this world.

Murong Gui asked the Brush Scholar, "Do you feel sorry for them?"

The Brush Scholar wiped away his tears, dipped his brush in the inkstone, and continued writing on their bodies.

After eliminating all the Stone Cultivators, Murong Gui pulled himself up by the railing, stood on the pavilion, and, pointing to the residence's exit, roared, "Pursue!"

He was reminding the Brush Scholar not to leave any lingering threats and to pursue Bloodfang!

The Brush Scholar nodded vigorously, returned to his desk, and continued writing.

Seeing that the Brush Scholar wasn't pursuing, Murong Gui, wrapped in his quilt, also didn't pursue. He lay back down on the ground.

"I'm not pursuing, not because I'm lazy, but because I cannot leave the pavilion," the Judge's Brush earnestly explained to the Brush Scholar.

The Brush Scholar nodded again.

The entrance at the bottom of the lake was still open, and they couldn't abandon their post. He felt Murong Gui had done nothing wrong!

Qiao Yi walked along the mountain path of Sage Peak, awaiting battle reports from Puro Province.

Bloodfang had just captured the Ink Scent Shop; the battle was looking better and better!

Nian Shangyou rushed up, his document not yet delivered, when Qiao Yi directly asked, "Have the thirteen new territories been secured?"

"Reporting, Lord, we haven't heard back from He Shengdong's side yet."

Qiao Yi frowned, "Then where is this battle report from?"

Nian Shangyou replied, "It's a report from Three-Headed Fork. The underground city's port has been breached."

"Excellent!" Qiao Yi's face lit up with joy. "Inform the Quenching Camp commander to attack Earth Market first, then Human Market."

Nian Shangyou said, "Lord, Human Market is the core of the underground city."

Qiao Yi shook his head, "Earth Market has fertile land. If we leave Earth Market intact, it's like giving the Plow Cultivators a chance to retaliate."

He was always wary of Xu Han and his disciples.

Nian Shangyou said, "Lord, after we capture Three-Headed Fork, shouldn't we also send troops from our side?"

Qiao Yi chuckled, "No need to wait until Three-Headed Fork is captured. When the Tufang Kingdom launches its major offensive, we will send our troops with them. Even if the Peddler has three heads and six arms, I'll see where he can find support."

Xu Han, carrying the heavily injured Qiu Zhiheng, flew all the way towards Earth Market.

Zhang Wanlong said, "Master, it might be too late to go to Earth Market now. I need at least two days to grow a decent crop, otherwise the Bandit Extermination Camp won't be able to hold them off."

Xu Han said, "Two days. I'll find a way to buy you that time!"

Ling Baitao, carrying Liao Zihui, said, "We'll fight for it together. We can definitely hold Earth Market for two days!"

Liao Zihui, barely clinging to life, murmured, "The Innocent Army... and the Innocent Army..."

Xu Han said, "I've already contacted Luo Zhengnan and told the Innocent Army to go to Human Market."

Liao Zihui shook his head, "Don't divide the troops..."

Xu Han gritted his teeth, "Earth Market must be held, and Human Market must also be held. I promised the Peddler I'd hold Three-Headed Fork."

Zhao Lanmeng, carrying Lin Fojiao, sighed and said, "I'll go check the enemy's movements soon and see if we can engage them halfway."

Qiu Zhiheng clutched his pocket watch tightly, gritting his teeth and hanging onto life.

An arrow shaft whizzed past, striking Cao Ye's shoulder.

Cao Ye didn't feel pain, only a sticky sensation on her shoulder.

She was bleeding heavily. She took out some hemostatic powder from her medical kit, sprinkled it on the wound, and continued crawling forward.

She could only crawl; she couldn't stand and walk. Previously, Oil Peach had told her that crawling forward was the right thing to do, and standing up would mean a quick death.

Sometimes Cao Ye would forget Oil Peach's instructions. She tried to stand up a few times, but her legs were too weak. She'd barely get halfway up before collapsing back onto the ground.

Another person lay on the ground ahead, someone she knew—from the Three Heroes Gate, nicknamed "Little Scissors."

Little Scissors was a Blade Cultivator who could cut hair. He always said he wanted to cut Cao Ye's hair, but Qin Xiaopang never allowed it.

Brother Xiaopang said Cao Ye was his sister, and no one was allowed to have improper ideas about her.

"Brother Scissors, don't move. First, eat this pill, Brother Scissors, swallow it hard, swallow it..."

Little Scissors held the pill in his mouth but didn't swallow.

He extended two fingers and gestured towards Cao Ye, still wanting to cut her hair.

Then he stopped moving.

"Brother Scissors..." Tears streamed endlessly down Cao Ye's face. She knew Little Scissors was gone, yet she continued searching her backpack for medicine.

A cloud of dust swept in, and Cao Ye couldn't see anything.

Oil Peach rushed forward, picked up Cao Ye, and ran to a nearby tent.

"What are you doing there?" Oil Peach wiped the blood from her face and shouted at Cao Ye, "Cavalry is coming! Can't you see them?"

Cao Ye's eyes were red and dazed.

Oil Peach pointed at the tent, "I told you not to come, but you insisted. Stay inside this tent and don't run around..."

Before she finished speaking, a long spear pierced Oil Peach's chest from behind.

A cavalryman used the spear to lift Oil Peach, about to let her fall to the ground, when He Yuxiu leaped up, first snatching the spear to save Oil Peach, then swung her long saber, striking down the cavalryman.

Oil Peach collapsed to the ground. He Yuxiu gripped the spear shaft and asked Cao Ye, "Can you pull it out?"

Cao Ye was dumbfounded, unable to speak.

"Do you know anything about medicine?!" He Yuxiu roared. "I asked if you can pull it out!"

Oil Peach was fading fast, clutching her wound. "Sister Xiu, just end it quickly!"

"Don't talk nonsense!" He Yuxiu yelled at the top of her lungs. "Is there a Medical Cultivator here?!"

Feng Daiku approached Oil Peach, glanced at the injury, and first used a thread of 'Emotion Silk' to sever the spearhead, then told He Yuxiu, "Pull!"

He Yuxiu, swift with her hands, pulled out the spear shaft.

Oil Peach immediately passed out from the pain. Feng Daiku used Emotion Silk to treat Oil Peach's wound and then placed her next to the tent.

Whether she lived or died depended on Oil Peach's fate.

She was lucky; Cao Ye quickly regained consciousness and knew to apply medicine to Oil Peach.

There were still many wounded soldiers on the battlefield, left to lie on the ground and await their fate.

The Tufang Kingdom had sent a total of ten camps. Li Banfeng's ambush this time targeted the First Camp.

The First Camp, with eight thousand men, was the largest. According to Hong Ying's tactics, Che Wushang feigned defeat, luring the enemy out of their camp into an ambush, where they would be annihilated in one fell swoop.

The entire battle progressed very smoothly, and the First Camp was successfully annihilated.

However, an unexpected turn occurred when Hong Ying led her forces into the camp to clear the battlefield.

The Tufang Kingdom's Third and Sixth Camps arrived to rendezvous with the First Camp. Both sides engaged in an unprepared skirmish.

Such unplanned battles severely tested combat readiness. The Tufang Kingdom's elite troops performed much better than scattered irregulars.

The battle grew increasingly difficult. The Coachman said to Hong Ying, "Shall we retreat?"

"Nonsense!" Hong Ying shouted. "If we retreat now, they'll chase us and attack our backs. How many would die then?"

Jiu'er said, "I'll set up a formation. You lead the people through it; the enemy shouldn't be able to catch up!"

Tang Yuan looked back at the chaotic situation, shaking his head. "It's a complete melee now; we can't even relay orders, so how can we lead them through a formation?"

Just as they spoke, a roar came from afar, and the Tufang army hastily made way.

Ma Wu tightened the bandage on his arm. "Their commander is here!"

Among the eleven provinces and three thousand kingdoms, no single place could match Puro Province in terms of individual combat strength.

Yet, it was unknown where this formidable individual emerged from in the Tufang Kingdom. Their commander in the Third Camp, who resembled a bear, rode a massive beast with a tiger's head and a snake's body. He charged back and forth through the camp, successively injuring Ma Wu and Qin Xiaopang.

Ma Wu's left arm was broken, but he still wanted to fight. Xiaopang stepped in front of him and said, "Brother Wu, let me handle this!"

He secretly popped a piece of coal into his mouth, but then heard He Yuxiu scold, "Both of you injured ones, stand back! Don't get in the way here!"

He Yuxiu took a swig from her wine gourd, and just as she was about to charge forward, she saw Hong Ying had already rushed ahead.

Previously, this bear-like commander had moved in and out several times without Hong Ying encountering him. Today, she wanted to see just how strong this person truly was.

The two engaged. Hong Ying first used "Trample Ten Thousand Rivers" to test his mettle. After a huge blast, many surrounding soldiers fell, and the bear-like commander was also injured, yet he could still counterattack by swinging a pair of iron hammers.

How could such heavy iron hammers hit Hong Ying? She easily dodged with "Carefree and At Ease." The hammers missed, their heads clanging together with a deafening roar.

This enormous sound caused Hong Ying sharp pain in her chest, and many Tufang soldiers around her fell dead.

Hong Ying was astonished. Was this bear using a Sound Cultivation technique?

Amidst her surprise, the bear-like commander urged his enormous beast forward, charging, no longer engaging Hong Ying.

This was the bear-like commander's fixed tactic: his mount would always charge forward, never engaging in prolonged combat with individuals. Against people from Puro Province, this was a very sound strategy.

Feng Daiku recognized the bear-like commander: "Everyone be careful! He's from Puro Province, a Body Cultivator Grandmaster, Xie Bajian!"

Body Cultivator Grandmaster Xie Bajian was highly renowned in Puro Province over a decade ago. Ma Junyang and Qin Tianjiu had both heard of him but failed to recognize him today.

The reason he became a Grandmaster was because he introduced changes to the Body Cultivation sect. Traditional Body Cultivation relied entirely on physical superiority in combat, but Xie Bajian integrated some of the Craft Cultivation techniques into his practice, enhancing his physical advantages and simultaneously compensating for many weaknesses.

For example, the mount beneath him effectively compensated for his lack of speed, and his iron hammers, even if they missed, could attack with sound, making up for his lack of precision.

The reason his mount and hammers were so adeptly used was because they were fundamentally parts of his own body. The colossal beast beneath him was essentially his legs, and the enormous hammers were originally his hands. The techniques of Craft Cultivation had been completely integrated into his physique.

Xie Bajian once received a silver coin from the Peddler, making him a recognized Grandmaster. He later used this very silver coin, given to him by the Peddler, to become a general in the Tufang Kingdom.

"Crab Eight Pieces?" Lightbulb didn't quite understand. The man didn't look like a crab. He pondered adding some oil to the mount's feet, thinking it might trip him.

Hong Ying advanced with her long spear, giving chase. Regardless of Xie Bajian's origins, Hong Ying didn't want to give him another chance to strike.

After only two steps, Hong Ying retreated.

Che Wushang laughed aloud, "General Hong, so you do have moments of fear."

Hong Ying was indeed afraid; she sensed imminent danger ahead.

Xie Bajian, wielding a pair of iron hammers, was charging forward when suddenly, dust billowed ahead. A contingent of Tufang cavalry was scattered, their riders and horses tumbling.

As they drew closer, they saw a train emerging from the dust.

Li Banfeng squatted atop the train, killing anyone he encountered.

Xie Bajian had no idea where Li Qi got a train, and he certainly didn't want to confront it head-on. He immediately turned, dodging to the side of the road.

How could the Mobile Residence let him escape? The old man violently swung its head, directly knocking Xie Bajian to the ground. Li Banfeng jumped onto Xie Bajian, swung his scythe, and fiercely hacked at Xie Bajian's face.

Xie Bajian's face was made of iron. Although it was covered in cuts and scars, his cultivation protected him, and he wasn't severely injured.

He struggled fiercely with Li Banfeng, trying to find an opportunity to clang his two iron hammers together to create a sound.

*Squish!*

During the fierce battle, the glove inexplicably jabbed something into Xie Bajian's right eye.

Xie Bajian's left eye was made of glass, his right of flesh and blood. The pain was excruciating, and he quickly pulled out whatever was in his eye.

What was this thing?

A key?

Xie Bajian hadn't yet understood Li Banfeng's intention when he noticed his body was glowing.

Li Banfeng stared intently at Xie Bajian, watching his body grow brighter and brighter. When it reached a certain luminosity, Li Banfeng kicked him far away.

A flash of intense light passed. Xie Bajian struggled to his feet from the snowy ground, initially feeling no abnormalities in his body.

But when he tried to take a step forward, he found that the "giant beast" beneath him was no longer moving.

He had been struck by Li Banfeng's "Contempt for All" technique, losing almost all his cultivation. He could no longer bear his own heavy body.

He was still contemplating how to escape the battlefield when he saw Li Banfeng approach and slice off his head with a single strike.

Xie Bajian, stripped of his cultivation, offered no resistance. His head fell to the ground and was tossed to Hong Ying by Li Banfeng.

Hong Ying threw the head to He Yuxiu, who threw it to Ma Wu, who then threw it to Qin Xiaopang.

Qin Xiaopang bit off a piece of the head, spat several times, and cursed, "This damn thing is made of iron!"

He then tossed the head to Che Wushang. Che Wushang held Xie Bajian's head and asked the Tufang army, "Who wants this?"

The people of Puro Province passed Xie Bajian's head around, their faces bearing grim smiles.

The tall, burly Tufang soldiers trembled, trying their best to avoid the gazes of the Puro Province people.

With their commander slain, many soldiers fell into a panic, and their military formation gradually became chaotic.

Li Banfeng jumped onto the train, laughing wildly and screaming, "Kill them all! Chop off their heads and see whose face is still made of iron!"

The Tufang King, riding a steam warhorse, was heading towards Desolate Path Town. A soldier delivered a battle report: "The Third Camp's commander, Xie Bajian, has been killed by Li Qi."

The three leaders each reviewed the document. The Demon Lord then ordered, "Send the Fifth Camp to reinforce and tie down Li Qi. As for the remaining camps, follow me to take over Desolate Path Town, and send a message to Qiao Yi. It's time for him to make his move."