On the walls of the barbican, the garrison commander saw the city gate suddenly open below, and his face turned ashen.

"How could this happen... Who did this?!"

"What's the panic! Hold the line! Guard the battlements! Archers, prepare!"

He tried desperately to calm the troops, but his heart had already sunk to the bottom.

The city gates have been breached, and it's impossible to repair them in a short time.

After barely managing to stabilize the situation, he immediately summoned his personal guard, who leaned close to his ear and spoke rapidly.

"Quickly, quickly request reinforcements from Zhenbeiguan."

The outer gate of the city has been breached; it's likely that a highly skilled assassin sabotaged it.

"yes!"

...

Yan Wujiu's face was unnaturally pale; the attack he had just received had taken a heavy toll on him.

He stood silently atop the crumbling walls of the barbican, coldly surveying the surging, black tide of the Shuofeng Iron Cavalry below.

Large numbers of Shuofeng cavalrymen surged into the barbican, killing anyone they saw, their sabers flashing and spraying blood.

They did not stop to finish off the remaining enemies, but continued to charge inwards regardless of the consequences.

After defeating the defenders' resistance, the subsequent mopping-up operations were left to the infantry in the rear.

In an instant, the barbican was transformed into a bloody slaughterhouse, with the sounds of fighting, screams, and the trampling of horses' hooves filling the air.

Yan Wujiu's invisible "momentum" suddenly expanded, rippling outwards like water.

Wherever it went, the already extreme chaos seemed to be injected with a mad catalyst, becoming even more frenzied and disorderly.

However, the chaos is merely a facade; his path is rooted in the more fundamental and terrifying "chaos."

Since the Heavenly Dao here has not granted him the opportunity to attain enlightenment, he will forcibly seize an opportunity that belongs to him in this bloody battlefield!

Buzz!

His internal energy began to rise steadily, surging wildly against all reason.

The bloody battles continued on and around the city walls.

Limbs and severed bodies were scattered everywhere, and blood stained the rammed earth ground, which was then trampled into muddy mud by the chaotic hooves of horses.

He stood in the center of this hellish scene, slowly opening his arms.

Looking up at the sky, the momentum surged dramatically at an astonishing speed!

Breaking through from the third rank to the second rank originally required a long period of accumulation and an extremely profound understanding of the general trend of heaven and earth.

However, at this moment, all obstacles seemed to disappear, and everything proceeded as naturally as water flowing into a channel.

A very faint yet incredibly clear shattering sound reached my ears, as if some innate shackles had been suddenly broken.

The range of the "momentum" surrounding him expanded more than tenfold in an instant, and its nature underwent a dramatic change.

From an invisible aura, it coalesced into a nearly tangible chaotic "domain" bearing his unique mark.

This is far from the end!

The newly formed "domain" is like a turbulent dark sea, violently colliding and expanding, and its scope is still spreading wildly.

The space closest to him began to show subtle creases, as if it could not withstand this force.

In the distance, a thick, grayish-white fog appeared out of nowhere and quickly enveloped the entire barbican.

The mist, as if alive, expanded rapidly, heading straight for the majestic Zhenbeiguan main city gate behind them, which resembled a mountain.

"Not enough! Still not enough!"

A crazed crimson light flashed in Yan Wujiu's eyes.

Those soldiers who rushed into the barbican seemed to have completely lost their minds.

They charged forward like madmen, disregarding casualties, completely abandoning their usual disciplined training.

The methods used by sorcerers to manipulate people's minds are not so simple and direct. They usually require a long period of subtle influence to truly control the mind and make people do things that are completely contrary to their nature.

However, Yan Wujiu, who had already advanced to the second rank, did not seek complete control at this moment.

All he needs to do is use the chaotic field to maximize the ferocity and bloodlust in these soldiers' bones, and that will be enough!

Thus, the Shuofeng cavalry, as if whipped and driven by an invisible lash, marched forward triumphantly amidst a bloody whirlwind.

Slay gods and Buddhas alike!

The morale of the Daqian defenders, already shattered by the sudden breach of the city gates, was now in complete disarray, unable to mount any effective resistance.

Finally, the eerie, mind-numbing fog reached the majestic main gate of Zhenbeiguan!

The city gate was several meters high, with a core of century-old ironwood, covered with thick iron sheets, and reinforced with huge copper nails as thick as bowls.

Behind the door is a cast iron bolt weighing over 10,000 jin (approximately 5,000 kg), which has remained unmoved despite a century of wind, frost, and war.

Yan Wujiu, at this moment, had already clearly touched the profound gate to that first-grade realm.

Although Yun Miaozi did not achieve complete success, he must have caused enough chaos for him, the behind-the-scenes instigator, to seize enough Dao essence.

"Oh!"

He let out a loud shout, veins bulging on his forehead, and all his muscles tensed.

His body seemed to have become several times heavier, and the city bricks beneath his feet could not bear the weight and crumbled inch by inch.

Amidst the thick fog covering the Zhenbeiguan city gate, a series of muffled, thunderous explosions suddenly rang out, deafeningly loud.

The sky suddenly changed color, the wind picked up and the clouds surged, and thick, lead-gray clouds pressed down low.

In an instant, dark clouds loomed over the city, threatening to crush it!

Yan Wujiu's eyes were completely consumed by madness.

It's getting closer, very close!

He had already reached the door and was about to push it open.

At the same time, fine cracks began to spread on the seemingly indestructible main gate of Zhenbeiguan, emitting a chilling groan.

However, at this crucial final moment, something unexpected happened!

Three mysterious, ethereal yet incredibly powerful auras suddenly appeared around Yan Wujiu.

Like three chains from the depths of endless time and space, they locked him in with unparalleled precision.

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