The Reincarnation of the Beauty: The Concubine Doctor and the Conspiracy

The battle raged like a raging fire, spreading wantonly throughout every corner of the palace. The air was thick with lingering smoke, and the clash of swords shook the sky like thunder. Combined with the guards' cries, it formed a symphony of life and death, stirring the fighting spirit in the hearts of the people.

Yun Mengting firmly gripped the potion in her hand, her gaze blazing as she traversed the battlefield, searching for a chance to turn the tide. Surrounded by the thrilling battle, she felt like a bright star in the universe, small yet gleaming with dazzling brilliance. At this moment, she felt the hearts longing for freedom and peace resonate with her, surging together and converging into an invisible force.

"Concentrate fire! Block reinforcements!" Ling Xuan's voice sounded in her ears, decisive and powerful.

With a sense of urgency, Shen Jingxuan's footsteps were like the arrival of a god of war. He strode forward and swung his sword fiercely. The sword light cut a brilliant trail through the air and directly slashed at the black-clad man who rushed forward. With a loud bang, the enemy fell to the ground, blood gushing out like a blood-red flower, blooming in the danger of the battle.

"Keep moving forward!" Shen Jingxuan's voice was like drumbeats, shaking the hearts of every guard. He was firm and fearless, and his face was shining with the desire for victory.

However, Yun Mengting wasn't satisfied with the current situation. Her gaze, like a hawk, was fixed on another corner of the battlefield, where the commander in black was trying to organize reinforcements from the rear. In her anxiety, she knew that if she allowed him to stir up chaos, the survival of the palace would face even greater challenges.

"I must stop him!" she thought to herself, her eyes blazing as she rushed forward without hesitation. Her steps were as swift as a storm, and she would never allow anyone to hinder her goal.

"Yun Mengting, turn back!" Shen Jingxuan's voice followed closely behind her, but she looked down firmly at the front and moved forward courageously.

"This is my battle!" Her face lit up with an unyielding fighting spirit, her heart as firm as a rock. "For the future of the palace, I cannot retreat!"

As she shouted, the commander of the men in black gradually grew larger in her eyes, emitting a dazzling aura from the edge of the battle. A surge of rage surged in Yun Mengting's heart, as if this rage had transformed into wings, allowing her to transcend all obstacles and soar towards her goal.

"For our common belief, we will never retreat!" A tide of will surged in her heart, and the sword blade flashed as bright as a star under the sunlight, like a meteor streaking through the sky and hitting the enemy directly.

As she approached the commander in black, the surrounding sounds seemed to be drowned out, only the beating of hearts and the roar of battle could be heard. She finally faced the duel where the stars and fate intertwined, and the blade rushed towards the enemy.

"Stop!" The commander in black turned around in panic, his face frozen in an instant. At that moment, Yun Mengting struck like a raging wave, slashing with a fierce sword. The image of the potion flashed in her hand, like a meteor streaking across the night sky. In an instant, a dazzling light erupted, and the entire battlefield was engulfed in flames.

"Ah!" The commander in black screamed in horror, his figure twisted in the firelight, his face full of despair.

"For the palace!" Yun Mengting's roar pierced the sky, her sword swift and powerful, slashing straight at the enemy. The flash of the sword was like a battle between light and darkness. The power buried in her heart was like a star in the night sky, small but incomparably tenacious.

Finally, in this desperate struggle, the commander of the men in black was unable to resist. Blood gushed out and he collapsed instantly, becoming a forgotten figure on the battlefield. The aura of fear dissipated like the wind. The men in black's troops, without their leader, wavered and retreated like a tide, leaving only the aftermath of the battle.

"Victory is at hand!" Yun Mengting shouted loudly, splitting the darkness and charging into the battle fiercely. She once again inspired the guards around her and together they launched a surging wave of battle.

At that moment, as if the wheel of fate had suddenly turned, the atmosphere of the battle gradually sided with the palace. As the men in black fell into chaos and morale plummeted due to the loss of their command, the screaming men in black began to flee in all directions, as if the land had once again released the hope and longing for life.

The battle between Shen Jingxuan and Ling Xuan also saw a turning point. A brief surge of joy surged through the hearts of every guard. Their charge surged forward like a tide, flowing with the desire to live. The roars in their ears grew more intense, and the frozen predicament facing the palace gradually eased. A ray of dawn broke through the haze.

"We will never retreat!" The guards' voices echoed like the rhythm of war drums, sounding a magnificent melody.

Amidst the thunderous cheers, Yun Mengting remained unwavering, her sword thrust forward, her gaze fixed on the gradually solidifying victory. The future of the palace quietly embraced new hope amidst this epic battle. With heroic courage and unwavering faith, they held their heads high and marched forward courageously in this fight for survival.