Blinding fiery clouds erupted continuously in the sky, and the rumbling thunder rolled incessantly. The thunder would sometimes rumble outside the city, and sometimes inside, and wherever it struck, it was accompanied by a great many screams, perhaps in the language of the Great Xia, or perhaps in the language of the Rakshasa and the orcs.

The great wizard Blackham wanted to move the battlefield between the two to the city of trade, while Zhao Qirui wanted to move it to the orc army. The aftershocks of their battle would result in annihilation for anyone, regardless of whether they were generals, commanders, or even those at the Yellow or Profound Realm.

Seeing that the situation between the two sides no longer resembled a life-or-death struggle, Qin Mo simply brought over the remaining Fusang soldiers and began rotating them. The cooks started a fire not far from the city wall to prepare food, and the rich aroma of the food wafted over the city walls, making the orcs outside the city drool.

The rumbling thunder didn't subside until the first light of dawn appeared in the east. The soldiers on both sides, having faced off all night, lost the will to continue fighting and withdrew.

After breakfast, the orcs launched another fierce attack on the trading city. Qin Mo started swearing, "Don't they know that people need to sleep? The difference between humans and beasts is that humans sleep on time. The orcs are a bunch of uncivilized beasts."

With Qin Mo and Xu Liyan in charge, and thanks to the exceptional archery skills of the elven archers, the defenses of the Da Yuan army were generally secure. However, the neighboring Wu Ning army was not so fortunate. After Long Ba's repeated requests for reinforcements from the General's Mansion failed, he began to rely on Qin Mo as a jack-of-all-trades, with cries of "Your Highness... help..." echoing throughout the entire area.

Just as darkness fell and Qin Mo thought another night of fighting was about to begin, the orc army retreated like a tide, disappearing into the distant camp.

Qin Mo touched the deerskin bag on his body, which was full of beast fangs. Ever since the great cultivators of the Wu Ning Army learned to shout "Your Highness... save me!", Qin Mo stopped being "righteous" and didn't hesitate to collect the military merits he was entitled to.

"Your Highness, the Grand General requests your presence at his residence for a meeting." A personal guard from the Grand General's residence came to invite Qin Mo, his military salute impeccable, his eyes filled with admiration. Throughout the night, relentless battles raged, and Qin Mo slew countless orcish warriors, staining his name with the blood of beastmen.

After Qin Mo arrived at the General's Mansion, he was led to the council hall by Zhao Qirui's personal guards. He saw that quite a few people had already arrived, all sitting upright and silent. He felt a chill and looked towards the head of the hall, where he saw two people sitting side by side, one of whom was Zhao Qirui.