"It's all settled. Those two boys are so happy. I was worried they'd be too excited to sleep at night," Wei Wangqing said with a smile.

"Yes, with my wife taking charge, everything will naturally be fine." Chen Zhiyan found his wife's proud demeanor somewhat amusing; she was always like this, like a child.

Wei Wangqing realized Chen Zhiyan was laughing at her, so she immediately went over and tickled him. "Hmm? How dare you laugh at your wife?"

"Hmm? Let's see if you dare to do it again?" Wei Wangqing continued with his actions.

"Hahaha, my wife, no, let me go! Ah, hahaha."

Chen Zhiyan quickly dodged.

The two were bickering and making a ruckus, and before they knew it, things had taken a turn for the better, and they ended up in bed together.

It was naturally a night of passion.

Fengyang City.

Nan Xiangrong felt that things couldn't continue like this, and it was time to make a decision.

After making all the arrangements, he ordered his men to hang the corpses of the witch clan members on the city gate.

If you don't succeed, you die trying.

This time, he absolutely cannot lose.

He had already lost emotionally, and if he lost the war too, he would really start to doubt whether he was truly worthless.

The time it takes for an incense stick to burn has passed.

However, there was no movement at all.

That shouldn't be the case. The Wu Clan should be keeping a close eye on their movements. It's impossible that they were completely unaware for so long.

Nan Xiangrong walked to the city wall and looked at the Wu tribe's camp.

There was absolutely no reaction.

What's going on?

Logically, seeing the corpses of their witch clan members should have instantly enraged them, leading them to attack the city. But what's going on here?

"Send someone to investigate the witch clan's camp."

"Yes, Your subordinate obeys."

A moment later, the scouts returned.

"Reporting to the general, the patrolmen outside the witch clan camp have all disappeared. I dared not go in, but I could vaguely hear the sound of arguing."

Nan Xiangrong frowned. An argument?

Could it be a trap?

They wanted to lure him into sending troops!

but……

There were clearly better ways to do it, weren't there?

It's so subtle; there's no guarantee they'll be able to find out.

If he hadn't been preparing to fight today, given that Fengyang was completely closed off from the outside world, they might not have even noticed this.

So, something must have gone wrong with the Wu tribe?

Nan Xiangrong smiled and thought, "This is truly heaven's help!"

"Pass down the order: the entire army must prepare for battle."

Someone below advised, "General, isn't this too hasty? What if this is a trap set by the witch clan..."

"No." He didn't want to miss this opportunity; such opportunities were fleeting, and if he missed this one, he might not get another chance.

Moreover, he trusted his own judgment.

There must be a major problem within the Witch Clan; otherwise, given the Witch Clan's situation, there would be no possibility of any disputes.

The current situation is perfect, with the right timing, location, and people. If he misses this opportunity, it would be a great injustice.

"Follow orders, that's a military order," Nan Xiangrong said coldly.

"Yes." In the army, military orders are absolute. Even if one does not trust this male general, one has no choice but to obey orders.

The drums sounded, and the horns blew.

The soldiers of the Great Wei charged towards the Wu tribe's camp, galloping on their warhorses, raising clouds of dust and shouting deafeningly.

The Wu tribe was caught off guard.

No one expected that the Wei troops, who had kept the city closed, would suddenly open the city gates and launch a preemptive attack.

One moment they were arguing about the disappearance of witchcraft, the next their camp was trampled.

The Wu tribe members only had time to grab the weapons at hand and get up to fight.

Some people didn't even have time to react before they were killed by a single stab.

The sounds of fighting shook the heavens, and blood stained the camp.

After the Wu tribe lost its proudest weapon, it became utterly vulnerable and quickly showed signs of defeat.

The people of Wei were wondering if the Wu tribe was unusually easy to deal with today because of their sudden attack.

In the end, only the Second Elder of the Witch Clan remained, leading the rest of the clan towards the Qiong Valley.

The leader gestured, indicating that there was no need to pursue; everything was proceeding as the general had predicted.

The Second Elder led the remaining men on horseback at full speed, but after a long time, they realized that the Wei soldiers had not caught up at all.

"They didn't chase after us, Elder."

"Yes, I saw it," the Second Elder said in a deep voice.

There were just too many things happening today; they still hadn't figured out why their abilities had suddenly disappeared.

What exactly happened?

Could something have happened in the clan?

However, before they could send anyone back to investigate, the Wei army attacked, catching them completely off guard.

What should we do now?

"Elder, what should we do now?"

The second elder was so annoyed that he knocked the man off his horse with a single palm strike. Why was he spouting nonsense?

"Let's go back to the Witch Clan."

Without even glancing at the people on the ground, the Second Elder led the rest of his men away on horseback.

Soon, the group arrived at Qiong Valley.

The Second Elder seemed to have completely disregarded the terrain and led everyone inside without any precautions.

This can also be considered a weakness of the witch clan. They seem to find it difficult to study anything other than their own clan's methods, as if they think that other things are not worth mentioning and cannot be compared with witchcraft at all.

They are proud of their own race, yet despise other races.

Therefore, when they lose their means of survival, they become utterly useless.

Soon, a rumbling sound came from above.

Everyone looked up and saw large rocks rolling down the slope at great speed, and the Wu tribe people scattered to avoid them.

However, there was no way to avoid it. The area was crowded with people, and if you tried to move forward or backward, you would only knock down the people next to you and create chaos.

Instantly, shouts filled the air.

"Calm down, calm down, don't move!" the Second Elder shouted, sweating profusely.

But it was too late. The stones had already fallen with a 'bang,' and people were knocked to the ground, coughing up blood.

Some people even had their bodies or limbs pinned under the stones, unable to move and only able to wail in pain, while those around them might occasionally step on them.

The horses also ran around in panic, mingling with the people in a chaotic mess, a truly pitiful sight.

Even worse, their skulls were crushed, and blood gushed out.

The Second Elder stood there, staring in disbelief at everything, seemingly unable to comprehend how things had turned out this way, or perhaps unable to believe that these people had perished here, while the other side had not lost a single soldier.

Nan Xiangrong stood above, coldly watching all of this. She should have expected this moment to come the day the Wu Clan launched their attack.

However, those who died were either from the Great Wei or from the Wu tribe.

The number of soldiers killed by the Wu tribe from the Great Wei was no less than the number of Wu tribe members they killed.

Their witch clan cannot remain invincible forever.

Now, it's their turn, the Great Wei, to reap the rewards!

Nan Xiangrong raised her hand, and the soldiers below immediately stopped their attack.

Now only the Second Elder and a few people protecting him remain below.