Three Kingdoms: Domination of the World

On the banks of the Tang River, Yan Xiang was like a bird in a cage, now trapped in a tight siege. All around her were the enemy's swords, spears, and halberds, flashing coldly, leaving her with no way to escape.

The situation in this battle had already become one-sided. Her one-on-one fight with Zhou Yu seemed fierce, but in fact, in the overall situation, it was just like a mantis trying to stop a chariot, and could not influence the already determined direction of the battle.

But even knowing this, the stubborn will to fight still burned in Yan Xiang's heart. She was unwilling to give up easily. Even if she could only hold on for a moment longer or swing her sword one more time, she would restore some dignity for herself and the soldiers under her command.

The two fought back and forth, the offensive and defensive momentum changed rapidly, and in a blink of an eye they had fought for 40 rounds, but it was still difficult to determine the winner.

Yan Xiang's beautiful eyes were filled with murderous intent, her teeth were clenched tightly, the Xuanyuan Sword in her hand was humming, and the sword was shining. She seized the opportunity, tapped her feet lightly, and moved forward like a ghost, trying to get close to Zhou Yu and give him a fatal blow.

His figure was agile and graceful, like a butterfly flying through flowers, his sword moves were sharp, and each sword move was accompanied by a whistling wind, heading straight for Zhou Yu's vital points.

Zhou Yu, however, remained calm and composed. He brandished his sword with both hands, and in an instant, a blazing wall of fire suddenly appeared in front of him.

The wall of fire was more than two people tall, with raging flames leaping and tumbling, and heat waves rolling towards them, like a ferocious beast, blocking all of Yan Xiang's fierce attacks.

[Military General: Yan Xiang]

Constitution: 95/100 (upgradeable)

Command: 85/100 (upgradeable)

Force: 93+10/100 (Xuanyuan Sword bonus)

Speed: 90/100 (upgradeable)

Politics: 75/100 (upgradeable)

Intelligence: 92/100 (upgradable)

Fighting spirit: 300/300

Martial Arts: Divine Rank. Yue Girl Swordsmanship. Great Accomplishment of Sword Intent; Divine Rank. Nine-Glory Thunder Spear. Mastery, Entry-level Spear Intent.

Auxiliary skills:

Divine Rank. Healing Spell. Nine-Turn Resurrection (First Rank); Divine Rank. Astrology (Introduction); 36 Heavenly Gang Soul-Returning Needles (Great Perfection);

Peerless:

Divine Rank. Shadow Sword Domain. When activated, a shadow sword domain forms, covering a 10-meter radius. This creates an armor-piercing effect on enemies, significantly weakening their defenses. It also deals true damage to enemy soldiers' Constitution, draining them of 5 points of Stamina per minute. Allied soldiers' Strength and Speed ​​are increased by 5 points.

Talents and skills:

Divine Rank. Medical Immortal. Boosts allied faction morale by 200%, increases healing rate by 60%, and grants allied officers a higher chance of immunity to critical hits. Divine Rank. Shadow Strike. Increases Yanxiang's Strength by 5 points (capped at 120 points) and Yanxiang's Speed ​​by 10 points (capped at 100 points). Consecutive kills against officers with a Strength of 70 or more grant continuous Strength and Speed ​​buffs, up to a maximum of 10 stacks.

In terms of sheer martial prowess, Yan Xiang was a formidable female warrior, and Zhou Yu was no match. However, Zhou Yu's magic, like the wrath of a god, was incredibly powerful.

Yan Xiang was secretly alert in her heart, not daring to be careless at all. Her eyes were always fixed on Zhou Yu, not missing any of his slightest movements.

[God Rank. Divine Fire Strategy. When this skill is activated, the morale of your troops increases by 100 points, the enemy's leadership value decreases by 20 points, and their strength value decreases by 10 points.]

As the battle dragged on, Zhou Yu repeatedly unleashed his divine fire spell, causing Yan Xiang to feel a surge of pressure. At this point, Zhou Yu's strength, fueled by his magic, soared to 75+10 points.

On the other hand, Yan Xiang, after five attempts at the Divine Fire Scheme, had seen her strength level drop like a deflated ball, to 48+8. This drastic difference made the outcome of the battle seem almost clear.

Fine beads of sweat oozed from Yan Xiang's forehead, slid down her cheeks, and dripped onto the charred ground beneath her feet, instantly turning into a wisp of light smoke.

Her face was pale, but she still clenched her teeth. She wielded the Xuanyuan Sword with great vigor. Relying on her exquisite and already perfect martial arts skills, Yan Xiang struggled to hold on, repeatedly and narrowly reversing Zhou Yu's attacks, barely recovering some of the decline.

"Not good! The general is in danger of defeat." A burly guard roared with wide eyes and a look of anxiety on his face. The sound was still clearly audible in the noisy battlefield.

"General, you retreat first. We'll hold the enemy back." Another lean bodyguard flashed before Yan Xiang, his long sword slashing across his face as he spoke decisively. Though frail, he was like a towering mountain, radiating an air of determination ready to face death.

Yan Xiang smiled bitterly. Zhou Yu's divine fire spell was truly too powerful. She had fought hard for a long time, exhausted, yet still could not reverse the downward trend.

"I was defeated miserably in this battle. I had hoped to defeat Zhou Yu in a short time and turn the tide of the battle, but now... I am no longer able to fight." Yan Xiang shook her head and sighed, her words filled with loneliness and unwillingness.

"Haha, General Yan. The situation is hopeless. Why don't you surrender?" Zhou Yu paused his attack upon seeing this. A faint smile played at the corner of his mouth as he leisurely offered his advice for surrender. To Yan Xiang, that smile was more piercing than the frost of winter.

"Husband, Yu'er. I wish I could see you again." Yan Xiang looked up at the gloomy sky and let out a long howl. The sound was filled with endless longing and regret, as if it wanted to break through the thick clouds and reach the ears of relatives far away.

"General, our reinforcements will arrive. You can't give up hope." The burly guard stepped forward, his eyes full of anxiety and consolation.

Yan Xiang, however, was disheartened. She knew very well that in today's critical battle situation, even if her husband Suo Chao came in person, facing the heavy siege and Zhou Yu's powerful magic, he would probably be unable to save the situation.

She fought hard for another half an hour. Her legs felt as heavy as if they were filled with lead. She had to use all her strength to swing her weapon.

Finally, her vision went dark, her body swayed, and she knelt on one knee, exhausted. The Xuanyuan Sword in her hand fell to the ground with a clang, splashing dust on the ground. She slowly picked up the sword, held it at her neck, closed her beautiful eyes, and said resolutely:

"I feel ashamed of the hundreds of thousands of troops in Nanyang." After saying this, he looked into the distance to the north, his brows filled with hatred, tears welling up in his eyes.

"Husband, Yu'er, goodbye!" Her hands were trembling, and her bloody fingertips gently stroked the messy hair on her forehead, as if to touch her neck.

At this critical moment, a ray of auspicious light descended from the sky. A mysterious woman appeared as if out of thin air, her plain dress fluttering in the wind, her face beautiful yet cold.

Next to her stood an old Taoist priest with a fairy-like appearance. He had white hair, a whisk in his hand, and deep eyes that seemed to be able to see through everything in the world.

"Yu'er, no!" The woman's anxious voice suddenly rang out, like a sharp order, cutting through the heavy air.

It turned out that the old immortal Nanhua had calculated with his fingers and predicted the disaster that would befall Yanxiang today. He made a prompt decision and ordered the mysterious woman to quickly descend the mountain, and also asked his eldest brother Zuo Ci to accompany her.

Zuo Ci possessed the complete "Dunjia Heavenly Book", and the spells of celestial escape, earthly escape and human escape were cast in his hands with unparalleled magic, as if he could travel through time and space and change the world.

Zuo Ci raised his hand slightly and waved the whisk in his hand. A strange light appeared around him, like a layer of shield, protecting Yan Xiang and separating her from the surrounding enemy forces.