A fierce wind whips up a storm, and you halt before the heavy city gates.

[A heavy steel gate that slides down from top to bottom, three zhang wide, six zhang high, and one chi thick!]

[Weight approaching 500,000 jin!]

[And you plunged your hands into the iron base as easily as plunging them into tofu.]

Amidst the teeth-grinding sound of steel tearing apart, the cast iron was smoothly chiseled into the ground by your bare hands.

You—lift this steel gate completely!

Holding one corner of it, you feel a little lost in its grip.

Its weight is negligible for you; the problem is its extreme width. You currently lack the external strength to project your energy, so you must spread your arms wide to barely manage to hug a corner of the city gate.

[Your ten fingers must be firmly gripped within the city gate; otherwise, they might slip out of your arms.]

Inside the city, the soldiers watching General Guo forcefully pull the city gate open from the city wall were speechless.

"Is this still the General Yun we know?"

"Just a few days ago, wasn't he just a lowly soldier like us? How did he suddenly become so brave?"

"Like a god or demon descending to earth!"

[Your feet spin back and forth on the ground in a spiral motion, and after several seconds of preparation, you've formed a giant spinning top!]

[Using your 1.7-meter-tall soldier body as the center, and the city gate, several meters long and wide, as the wheel, the rotation gradually increases to 80 revolutions per second!]

[The World-Destroying Spinning Top!]

Your two feet stomped half a foot deep into the ground, creating a trail of footprints that resembled a spinning top.

You—drifted into the front-line military camp.

[Bringing about devastating destruction!]

Outside the city, you became a grinding mill, turning the earth into a meat grinder.

[Dozens, hundreds, thousands!]

[Upon first contact, an overwhelming mass of blood and flesh flew everywhere!]

Under your onslaught, they didn't even have a chance to deform or twist; they were directly interrupted and destroyed!

A fierce general gallops in, leaps from his horse, and charges at you with a long spear!

But the spearhead exploded the instant it struck the city gate panel, shattering the shaft behind it as well!

All of this happened in a fraction of a second.

If this fierce general had released his grip in that one-hundredth of a second, he might have simply been swept away by the gust of wind.

But his hand remained firmly gripping the spear shaft.

[So, when the explosive force traveled to the end of the spear shaft and reached the hand of this fierce general...]

His skin shattered, his finger and metacarpal bones crumbled to powder, and his flesh was ground into a pulp.

From the palms of both hands, to the forearms, upper arms, sternum, skull, waist, abdomen, thighs, calves...

[They exploded one by one!]

Finally, only a pair of tattered military boots flew far away, along with trousers whose shape could barely be discerned.

His full suit of armor and helmet offered absolutely no protection.

[Ten thousand, twenty thousand, thirty thousand.]

It was as if a giant brush, dipped in blood and ink, had descended from the sky, painting and sketching across this land.

In just ten minutes, the million-strong army lost 300,000 soldiers.

They fled desperately, their morale crumbling, but how could mere mortals outrun you in your current state?

[After twenty minutes, there are 450,000 left.]

[After thirty minutes, there are 210,000 left.]

They're scattering more and more as they flee, causing your kill rate to decrease.

"Where did their marshals all go?"

[At the center of the spinning top, while still hunting down a large number of fleeing soldiers, you foresaw the future.]

[Confirming the position of the marshal for the remaining 200,000 troops.]

[Calibrate the direction.]

Adjust the engine speed.

[Suddenly let go!]

The heavy iron city gate, twenty meters long and ten meters wide, flew into the sky.

[And you followed closely behind, carving a small pond-like crater in the earth, rushing upwards at an even greater speed!]

[Then he performed a backflip in mid-air, landing firmly on the city gate, and rode away!]

[Outside the two hilltops.]

"Retreat! Retreat!"

[The marshal gallops at breakneck speed.]

[They were protected by bodyguards both in front and behind.]

"Gods and demons! It's gods and demons descending to earth!"

"That 'thing' is definitely not human!"

"Yes, that monster..."

"Only the legendary Master Fazheng can rival him!"

[One of the guards had barely replied when his eyes widened in horror.]

A colossal, dark object flashed past their heads, followed by a figure leaping down from it.

[It landed steadily several dozen feet in front of them.]

"This map is quite large, is it really a single world?"

[You ask with interest: "Will destroying your capital city earn me points?"]

"Don't be afraid, charge forward!"

The marshal drew his sword and roared, "This is their last chance!"

But... when that city gate flew over, it carved a gap in a small hill, and now hundreds of giant rocks have rolled down from the nearby hill, turning into a rockfall.

Amidst the marshal's and others' unwilling roars, the massive rockfall you meticulously planned and unforeseen, triggered by throwing it out of the city gate, buried them within its depths.

The incredibly fragile human body was crushed by the impact of countless stones weighing over a ton.

A splatter of blood landed in front of you.

You rubbed the earth with your feet, burying that stain of blood beneath the dust.

"There's still... there's still 200,000!"

You feel like your eyes are covered in blood.

"But this isn't the first time."

"I need to overcome these trials faster, obtain more speed-up rewards, and break out of the Immortal Ancient Secret Realm sooner!"

[27 days later.]

You stand atop the city wall.

Our main force is arriving from behind.

"Soldiers and people of Dali, you have worked hard!"

A messenger shouted, "Now, we've arrived!"

But they saw that the civilians and soldiers all had strange expressions on their faces.

Some people even exhibited signs of dementia, as if they had suffered some kind of trauma.

The messenger was stunned for a moment upon seeing this; it wasn't what he had imagined.

[A lone city, without reinforcements, held off a million-strong army for a full month solely relying on its natural defenses and city walls. Even if the casualties weren't high, they should have been exhausted.]

Upon seeing this mighty army arrive, they should at least have a glimmer of hope in their eyes, if not ecstatic.

"But seeing this now..." the messenger tentatively asked, "Is it the Li Kingdom's army? Have they retreated?"

A soldier nearby, lounging around like a slacker—a disciplinary action under normal circumstances—, but now he wasn't the only one in the city behaving like this: "Um, that's all."

"So... it means the million-strong army has retreated?"

...

(Four o'clock? (ˉ﹃ˉ?))