I transmigrated to ancient times and became a king with a title equal to mine.

Immediately afterwards, a figure descended from the sky and landed in front of Zhao Junqiang. This person was dressed in silver-white armor, with a cold and stern face. He was none other than Yun Yichen, the legendary guardian deity of the Wu Kingdom.

"You mortals are truly courting death!" Yun Yichen said coldly, then waved his hand, releasing a powerful energy wave that instantly blasted away all the surrounding enemy soldiers. He then turned to Ning Wuming and the others, his eyes blazing: "You'd better leave here immediately, or you'll bear the consequences!" Ning Wuming, who was locked in a fierce battle with Li Xiaoyao, suddenly flicked his left hand, sending his silver hammer flying. Li Xiaoyao, a seasoned veteran, had never seen anyone throw their weapon as a projectile. He snorted coldly and raised his spear to deflect the oncoming silver hammer.

But at that moment, countless silver needles, gleaming with light and lightning, flew out from Ning Wuming's left sleeve.

Li Xiaoyao was stunned when Ning Wuming threw his right-hand hammer, knocking him off his horse.

Ning Wuming leaped into the air, grabbed the falling hammers with both hands, performed a somersault, and charged straight at Yun Yichen with the hammers, shouting, "I'll smash you to death!"

Yun Yichen arrogantly swung his spiked club to meet the silver hammer. With a loud bang, Yun Yichen's head spun from the impact, and his warhorse was shaken back several steps.

"Good lad, you've got some skills!"

The two clashed, and the battle became incredibly fierce.

Every movement they made contained immense power, and the air was thick with tension.

Before he finished speaking, he swung his spiked club again, creating a gust of wind as he charged straight at Ning Wuming.

Ning Wuming showed no weakness, his twin hammers flashing as he parried wave after wave of attacks. The battle between the two grew increasingly fierce, lasting over three hundred rounds without a clear victor.

Meanwhile, Ning Wuyu and Ning Wusheng had already smashed Zhao Junqiang to death off his horse.

The battle outside the city was thrown into chaos when the city's grain depots were burned.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Ning used the Ning family's flying hammer technique to smash Jin Chui Tai Bao to death.

Seeing this, Ning Wuwei roared, "Grenades, please!"

With a whoosh, countless grenades flew towards the city wall and smashed into the enemy's position, causing the Wu army to collapse instantly.

The battle in front of the Crown Prince's camp is still ongoing.

The battle lasted for several hours, until the sky darkened.

Just as the two sides were locked in a stalemate, suddenly, a melodious flute tune drifted from afar. Though not loud, the sound clearly reached everyone's ears. As the flute music began, the tense atmosphere on the battlefield seemed to soften somewhat.

Yun Yichen frowned slightly, clearly dissatisfied with this sudden change.

He snorted coldly: "Looks like someone doesn't want us to have a proper fight."

Ning Wuming was also taken aback upon hearing this, and the two of them almost simultaneously withdrew their hands and retreated.

Despite their lingering resentment, they had no idea who was playing that mysterious flute.

And so, to everyone's astonishment, the melodious flute music seemed to transcend time and space, carrying an indescribable power that brought the entire battlefield to a standstill.

Ning Wuming and Yun Yichen simultaneously sheathed their weapons, their gazes fixed on the distance. A woman dressed in white slowly approached, her face ethereal and beautiful, holding an ancient jade flute in her hand. Her arrival seemed to bring a touch of tranquility to this war-torn land.

The woman walked up to the two men and smiled slightly: "My two heroes, may I have a word to say?"

Ning Wuming and Yun Yichen exchanged a glance, both seeing doubt in each other's eyes, but they still nodded.

The woman gently began to play the jade flute in her hand, and the melody flowed out like a clear mountain spring, washing away all the hatred and anger in people's hearts.

As the music flowed, the tense atmosphere gradually eased, and the soldiers put down their weapons and began to talk.

"Who are you? Why are you trying to stop this battle?" Ning Wuming couldn't help but ask.

His voice was full of curiosity, but also tinged with a hint of wariness.

After all, in this chaotic world, anything unknown can become a threat.

The woman stopped playing and said softly, "My name is Ruolan, and I am one of the guardians of this land. The reason I am here is to tell you that this battle should end for the sake of more than 100,000 pilots."

"Because your battle has attracted a giant demon, you should join forces to defeat the demon, otherwise a disaster will befall humanity."

Ruolan's words were like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, stirring ripples in everyone's hearts.

Just then, the sky suddenly darkened, thick clouds gathered, and lightning flashed and thunder roared. Immediately afterward, a dazzling beam of light ripped across the sky, shooting straight towards the center of the battlefield. Everyone was stunned by this sudden turn of events; even their breath seemed to stop for a moment.

When the light faded, a man clad in golden armor appeared before them. He was tall and imposing, his eyes radiating an undeniable majesty. This was none other than one of the legendary Awakeners—the Thunder King, Lei Zhentian!

"Hmph, I didn't expect so many heroes to gather here," Lei Zhentian said coldly. "In that case, let me see how strong you are!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he swung his lightning spear and attacked the nearest soldier.

Instantly, a strong smell of burning filled the air, and the man was knocked down without even a chance to scream. This scene terrified the surrounding crowd, who scattered in all directions, but it also ignited their fighting spirit.

"We can't just run away like this!" Ning Wuming shouted, charging towards Lei Zhentian first. "Everyone, attack together!"

And so, an even fiercer battle ensued. However, faced with such a powerful opponent, even the bravest warriors felt overwhelmed. Just when the situation seemed about to spiral out of control, Ruolan once again raised her jade flute…

As Ruolan gently played her jade flute, a warm yet powerful melody echoed through the air. This beautiful sound not only healed the wounded but also gave the warriors unprecedented courage and determination. Inspired, the people regrouped, forming a formidable force to fight against the powerful enemy.

"Very good, it seems you haven't completely lost hope." Lei Zhentian commented with a cold smile, "However, unfortunately, this is far from enough."

As he finished speaking, a large amount of electrical charge began to gather around his body, forming a massive electromagnetic field. Immediately afterwards, countless bolts of lightning shot towards the crowd like arrows. Faced with such a fierce attack, even with Ruolan's help, it was difficult to completely withstand it. Many were forced to retreat or even fell, but no one chose to give up.

At this critical moment, Yun Yichen, who had been silent all along, suddenly stepped forward and said to Ning Wuming, "Let me give it a try."