125: Allied forces are pressing in.

The Crimson Flame Tribe combined with the armies of the Five Southern Border Tribes, like a red torrent, swept toward the Tianwaitian Headquarters.

Banners blocked the sun, the sound of hooves shook the earth, and the shouts of tens of thousands of warriors converged into a heart-palpitating wave of sound; looking from afar, it seemed as if they would swallow the heavens and the earth.

Inside the Tianwaitian Headquarters, alarms rang out urgently.

Scouts from The Net had long since sent back news, and the Marshal of the Unruly stood on the city wall, looking at the red tide surging on the horizon, his brows locked tight like iron.

“Pass the order down, all units take their positions according to the established deployment!” The voice of the Marshal of the Unruly spread throughout the headquarters through his Internal Energy.

“Dark Blade leads the elite of the left wing to hold the west mountain path; West Gate Blows Snow leads the experts of the right wing to blockade the east pass; No Fate takes the personal guard battalion to guard the main gate; all defensive mechanisms, prepare for activation!”

“Understood!” Three figures moved in response.

The black and white swords of Dark Blade refracted a cold light in the sunlight, the profound ice sword of West Gate Blows Snow had already condensed wisps of cold air, and the iron sword of No Fate was hidden in his sleeve, waiting only for a fatal strike.

On the city wall, the warriors of Beyond Heaven had finished forming their ranks.

The weapons in their hands were all smeared with ice spirit grass potion, emitting a faint cyan-white luster, and they wore sachets of Clear Spirit Leaf refined by Wu Xingyun hanging at their waists; wisps of medicinal fragrance lingered at their nose tips, dispelling the tension before the battle.

“The Young Lord has ordered: this battle must be won, not lost!” The Marshal of the Unruly held his silver spear high, the tip pointing straight at the sky.

“Those who offend our Beyond Heaven, even if they are far away, must be executed!”

“Kill! Kill! Kill!” A deafening roar erupted on the city wall, and their Battle Intent shot straight into the clouds.

A moment later, the Crimson Flame Allied Forces arrived at the foot of the city.

The Crimson Flame King wore crimson armor, riding a strange beast burning with intense flames, and stopped in front of the formation.

Behind him, the leaders of the Five Southern Border Tribes stood on both sides, each with a fierce aura, their eyes filled with greed and ferocity.

“Jun Xiaoyao, come out and die!” The voice of the Crimson Flame King was like thunder.

“Today I will level your Beyond Heaven and make your arrogance pay with blood!”

On the city wall, the Marshal of the Unruly sneered: “Crimson Flame King, stop your empty talk. If you have the ability, break through the defenses of my Beyond Heaven first!”

“You seek death!” The Crimson Flame King was furious, pointing his flaming long spear forward.

“Attack the city!”

As the command flags waved, the Crimson Flame Allied Forces clung to the embankment like ants, launching a fierce attack toward the city wall.

Countless flaming arrows shot over like a rainstorm, hitting the defensive fortifications on the city wall and erupting in raging fire.

However, a thin layer of white frost appeared on the defensive facilities smeared with ice spirit grass potion, suppressing the flames tightly and leaving only wisps of blue smoke.

“How is this possible?” The warriors of the Crimson Flame Tribe exclaimed, having never seen defenses that could restrain fire like this.

“Release the poison smoke bombs!” Seeing this, the Crimson Flame King’s eyes flashed with ruthlessness, and he ordered sharply.

In an instant, hundreds of pitch-black poison smoke bombs were thrown toward the city wall.

The poison smoke bombs landed and exploded, and the dark green poison smoke spread rapidly, carrying a pungent, fishy odor, surging toward the warriors of Beyond Heaven.

“Activate the sachets, hold your breath and focus!” The Marshal of the Unruly had been prepared and shouted sternly.

The warriors immediately crushed the Clear Spirit Leaf sachets at their waists, and a wave of fresh medicinal fragrance spread instantly, colliding with the poison smoke, which gradually dissipated the dark green poison smoke.

The few warriors who inhaled the poison smoke also quickly took the antidote Medicinal Pill, and their complexions soon returned to a ruddy state.

“This... how is this possible?” The expressions of the leaders of the Five Southern Border Tribes changed drastically; they did not expect that Beyond Heaven even had a way to deal with poison smoke.

The Crimson Flame King was even more furious: “A bunch of trash! Charge for me! Break the city gate, and there will be heavy rewards!”

In the allied army, dozens of experts in the Grandmaster Realm carried a giant log wrapped in flames, charging fiercely toward the city gate.

The giant log hit the city gate, making a dull, loud sound; the city gate shook violently but remained standing—the city gate specially reinforced by Ouyezi, which used a Fusion of cold iron and ice spirit grass juice, was extremely hard and could better resist fire erosion.

“Stop them!” No Fate’s eyes turned cold, and the iron sword in his hand shot out like electricity, heading straight for the experts carrying the log.

With a flash of sword light, two Grandmaster Realm experts screamed and fell, and the giant log immediately lost its balance and smashed to the ground.

“Kill!” Dark Blade led the elite of the left wing to charge out from the mountain path, his black and white swords dancing into a ball of light.

Wherever he passed, the allied warriors fell in droves.

His sword technique incorporated the cold air of the ice spirit grass, and every sword strike carried a bone-chilling coldness; the fire Cultivation Technique of the Crimson Flame Tribe was difficult to display in front of him.

West Gate Blows Snow set up an ice formation at the east pass.

As his profound ice sword waved, layers of solid ice condensed within the pass, and the charge of the allied forces was instantly blocked.

His figure was like a ghost, weaving through the ice formation; wherever the sword light passed, someone would fall, and blood splattered on the ice, which was shocking.

The Marshal of the Unruly stood on the city wall, his silver spear continuously waving out golden spear beams, suppressing the experts in the allied forces.

He scanned the battlefield and, seeing that the situation had stabilized, felt slightly relieved, but he was also secretly vigilant—the Crimson Flame King had not yet made a move; this person must be brewing a killer move.

Sure enough, seeing that they could not break through for a long time, the Crimson Flame King’s eyes flashed with madness.

He flipped off his horse, and the flames around his body surged, vaguely condensing into a giant Fire Qilin phantom.

“Crimson Flame Burning Heaven!” The Crimson Flame King roared, and the Fire Qilin roared and rushed toward the city wall.

Wherever it passed, the ground turned charred black, and the air seemed to be burning.

“Not good!” The Marshal of the Unruly’s expression changed drastically; the power of this blow was infinitely close to the full-strength blow of the Land Immortal Realm.

He dared not be negligent, running his Internal Energy to the extreme, and a golden spear Dragon dozens of feet long condensed on his silver spear, meeting the Fire Qilin.

“Boom!” The gold and red energies collided in mid-air, erupting with a world-destroying shock.

The shockwave spread, and the warriors on the city wall were shaken, their blood surging, while the allied army was in chaos, with many people being shaken away.

As the smoke and dust dissipated, the Marshal of the Unruly’s face was pale, and a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, obviously having suffered minor injuries in the collision just now.

The Crimson Flame King also retreated several steps, his aura somewhat disordered, and the Fire Qilin phantom faded by a few points.

“Yuan Tiangang, your opponent is me!” The Crimson Flame King wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his eyes filled with even more intense killing intent.

Just then, deep inside the Tianwaitian Headquarters, Jun Xiaoyao sat in his study, listening to the fighting outside, his expression calm.

The teacup in front of him was steaming, and amidst the curling tea fragrance, his fingertips tapped lightly on the table.

“Zhao Gao, how is the investigation of the grain and grass camp at the rear of the allied forces?”

Zhao Gao bowed and said: “Reporting to the Young Lord, The Net has found that the allied forces’ grain and grass are stored at Black Wind Slope, thirty miles away, guarded by the weakest Vine Armor Tribe of the Five Southern Border Tribes, and the defense is lax.”

Jun Xiaoyao picked up the teacup and took a light sip: “Pass the order down, let the ‘Shadow’ group take action and burn their grain and grass.”

“Yes, Young Lord!” Zhao Gao received the order and turned to leave.

“Crimson Flame King, Five Southern Border Tribes...” Jun Xiaoyao looked out the window, a coldness flashing in his eyes, “If you dare to touch the interests of my Beyond Heaven, you must be prepared to pay the price.”

On the battlefield, the fighting continued.

No one noticed that several black shadows quietly separated from the battlefield and galloped toward the direction of Black Wind Slope.

A surprise attack that would determine the direction of the war was about to unfold under the cover of night.

And this blaze of war had just burned to its most intense moment.