His innermost thoughts were revealed, and he ventured into a fictional dynasty with the system.

In an instant, dust billowed across the battlefield, the thick fog obscuring half the sky. The battle cries were like rolling thunder, making the surrounding soldiers' eardrums ache and almost causing them to lose their hearing.

Seeing his relentless, storm-like attacks repeatedly miss their mark, the General of the Cavalry felt a surge of anger and pride. He roared, his voice booming like a bell, echoing throughout the entire battlefield.

With legs clamping down on the horse's belly like iron pincers, the warhorse, as if sensing something, let out a long neigh, raised its front hooves high, and used the momentum to leap high into the air.

Taking advantage of the momentum of his horse, the General of the Flying Cavalry descended like a god, and unleashed a powerful move called "Mount Tai Pressing Down" from his superior position.

The spear, gleaming with a chilling light under the sunlight, carried immense power, like a silver lightning bolt, piercing straight into the underworld.

Youming's expression darkened, but he remained calm and composed, a disdainful sneer even appearing on his lips. He lightly touched the stirrups with his toes, and his entire body leaned back like a leaf in the wind, light and fluid, almost parallel to the horse's body.

The deadly spear whistled past his nose, the force of the wind stinging his face. Then, with a sudden burst of strength, Youming sprang back to his upright position, effortlessly swinging his sword in a backhand motion.

The longsword flashed through the air in a chilling arc, accompanied by a shrill whistling sound as it slashed towards the general's leg.

The cavalry general reacted swiftly, using his spear to parry. A deafening clang rang out, like the tolling of a great bell. Sparks flew, resembling fireworks bursting forth—brilliant yet dangerous.

After several rounds, the two sides were evenly matched, like weights on both sides of a scale, neither able to gain even the slightest obvious advantage.

The General of the Cavalry was secretly amazed. He never expected that the seemingly young and inexperienced Youming would possess such superb and unparalleled martial arts skills.

Youming also abandoned his initial disdain and arrogance, his eyes now showing a hint of seriousness and apprehension. He knew that to win this life-or-death struggle, he had to use his trump card.

Suddenly, Youming pulled on the reins, and the warhorse, seemingly possessed by a spirit, immediately spun around in place, the dust kicked up by its hooves forming a small sandstorm around him.

Youming muttered incantations in a low, mysterious voice, as if communicating with demons from hell. A strange black light slowly emanated from his body, initially flickering like a candle flame in the dark.

Then it grew even denser, like ink being poured out, enveloping his entire body. The surrounding air seemed to be wantonly kneaded and distorted by an invisible hand.

Visible whirlpools formed, emitting a chilling howl. In the distance, the dried-up riverbed wailed in the gale, as if lamenting the even more brutal battle to come.

The General of the Cavalry felt a chill run down his spine, but as a seasoned warrior, he was not easily frightened by such an unusual phenomenon.

He took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the fear and unease in his heart, and focused intently on Youming's every move, like a cheetah eyeing its prey, not missing a single subtle change.

He gripped the spear tightly with both hands, the tip pointing slightly downwards towards the ground. His legs were slightly bent, his center of gravity lowered, and his entire being was focused to the extreme, ready to face the even fiercer and more deadly attack from the Netherworld.

The black light surrounding Youming grew stronger, as if a thick layer of ink mist tightly enveloped his body. He suddenly spurred his horse, and the warhorse neighed loudly, charging towards the General of the Cavalry like an arrow released from a bow.

The horse's hooves kicked up large sprays of water and mud, which splattered all around. At the same time, he raised his long sword high, and the powerful force distorted the surrounding air, emitting a shrill "whoosh" as if it wanted to split the heavens and the earth apart.

The General of the Flying Cavalry, with a resolute and fearless gaze, sat steadily on his horse. Facing the attack from the Netherworld, he roared, his voice echoing across the wilderness, and thrust his spear forward in the process.

At this moment, the sky was covered with dark clouds. The heavy clouds seemed unable to bear the weight, and large raindrops poured down, hitting their armor and splashing up layers of water, which then flowed down the gaps in the armor.

The spear tip and the longsword collided in mid-air, producing a deafening roar, like a great bell tolling between heaven and earth. The sound startled the surrounding birds, causing them to take flight.

The distant woods rustled and the fallen leaves danced wildly in the wind and rain. Golden and black light intertwined and collided, shooting out dazzling sparks, like the sun and night clashing at this moment.

Both men's warhorses were thrown back several steps by the powerful impact, their hooves leaving deep craters in the rain-soaked mud, splashing mud and water everywhere.

But they did not pause for a moment, and immediately resumed their battle. The Netherworld's longsword attacked the General of the Cavalry like a storm, each strike carrying a tricky angle and deadly force, leaving streaks of cold light in the wind and rain.

The General of the Cavalry skillfully parried with his spear, which moved like a nimble dragon in his hands, defusing Youming's attacks with thrusts and parries.

Rainwater flowed down the gun barrels and blades, dripping onto the muddy ground and splashing up murky droplets.

As the battle raged on, the river beside the battlefield swelled rapidly due to the influx of rainwater, its current swift and roaring as it surged into the distance.

Broken logs and debris floating in the river were swept away quickly by the surging current. The water on the battlefield was already ankle-deep, and their warhorses struggled to move forward, splashing large sprays of water with each step.

The General of the Flying Cavalry seized an opportunity and unleashed a "Wind-Breaking Thrust," his spear piercing towards Youming's chest like lightning. The spear sliced ​​through the rain, sending up a trail of water droplets.

Youming dodged to the side, then used the hilt of his longsword to strike the spear with his backhand. Using the momentum, he turned around and unleashed a "returning horse saber," the blade aimed at the back of the cavalry general.

The General of the Cavalry felt the wind rushing from behind. He lightly touched the stirrup with his toes and dodged to the side. In that instant, his hair was wet with rain and clung to his cheeks.

Then, the General of the Cavalry gripped the horse's belly with both legs, and the warhorse leaped out of the water. In the air, he swung his spear into an impenetrable circle, and using the momentum of his descent, he slammed it down hard towards Youming. The wind generated by the spear tip cut towards Youming like a sharp blade.

Youming remained calm and composed. He spurred his warhorse to gallop sideways, simultaneously raising his longsword in an attempt to deflect the spear ring. Just as the spear and sword were about to collide again...

A bolt of lightning streaked across the sky, illuminating their tense faces. Immediately afterward, a thunderclap boomed, seemingly shattering the entire battlefield.

The two exchanged blows, neither giving an inch. The General of the Cavalry then employed another tactic, "Sweeping Across a Thousand Armies," sweeping his spear across the water's surface, creating a spray that hurtled towards Youming.

Seeing his chance, Youming plunged his longsword into the water and stirred it violently. The muddy water mixed with splashes shot towards the General of the Cavalry like hidden weapons. The General of the Cavalry hurriedly used his spear to block, but the impact made his arm go numb.

As the battle continued, the rain around them seemed to be driven by a force, forming swirling eddies. Then, the rain gradually stopped, the dark clouds began to disperse, and a few rays of sunlight pierced through the clouds and shone on the battlefield.

A heavy atmosphere hung over the battlefield, a mixture of dampness from the rain and the stench of earth. Both sides were exhausted, their movements slowing, yet they fought on desperately.

In the end, neither of them had the strength to launch another fierce attack, and the fierce battle ended in a draw in a deathly silence. The soldiers looked at them with awe for the brutal battle.

After a thrilling and intense battle, both men were exhausted and wounded. They were carefully helped back to their camps by soldiers from their respective camps.

In an instant, the shouts of battle gradually subsided, and the flying dust slowly dissipated, replaced by a solemn yet subtle atmosphere of truce.

Qin Qianluo heard in her tent that the General of the Cavalry had encountered an extremely strong opponent, and the battle had reached a stalemate, ending in a draw.

Her beautiful eyebrows furrowed instantly, and in her anxiety, she hurriedly ran towards the tent where the General of the Cavalry was located.

According to her previous investigation, the city's defenders were mediocre and not capable of matching the martial prowess of the General of the Cavalry. However, this unexpected outcome left her filled with doubt.

When she stepped into the General of the Cavalry's tent, she saw the army doctor carefully examining the General with a solemn expression.

Inside the tent, General An Yuan stood tall and straight, like an ancient pine tree, quietly observing, his eyes filled with concern and contemplation. His military advisor stood beside him, pen in hand, seemingly taking notes, his brow slightly furrowed.

Several lieutenants also looked worried, pacing back and forth or talking in hushed tones. The atmosphere inside the tent was as oppressive as the calm before a storm.

Qin Qianluo's gaze was sharp as she eagerly scanned the General of the Cavalry. Although his face was slightly pale, it was still considered acceptable.

Then she heard the army doctor's calm voice say that she was just a little weak and there was no danger to her life. Her heart, which had been hanging in suspense, finally settled down like a boulder, and she breathed a slight sigh of relief.

She tiptoed to the table and quietly poured a cup of spiritual spring water. She handed the cup to the General of the Cavalry, and watched him drink it all in one gulp. Then she sat down beside him and listened to his story.

The General of the Cavalry adjusted his breathing slightly, and though his voice was a little hoarse, it remained firm and powerful as he began to recount the thrilling battle.

As his narration faded, 001 spoke up, "Luo Bao, based on this situation and careful deduction, it should undoubtedly be Youming. Youming is accustomed to using a long sword."

Furthermore, the methods he used on the battlefield today likely involved the power of the Gu worm, which appears to have the potential to temporarily enhance one's strength.

Upon hearing these words, Qin Qianluo's delicate face was instantly filled with shock. She truly had not expected that Youming would actually be on the battlefield.

Those in the tent who had heard each other's thoughts seemed to understand each other perfectly, and quickly and tacitly lowered their voices.

At the same time, they reached out and held tightly to their companions who had never heard their voices and were looking bewildered. They gave them winks or patted their shoulders, signaling them to keep quiet and not to say anything.

Qin Qianluo asked, "Why is Youming here? Could it be that that dog emperor Xuanyuan sent him with his troops? This Gu worm actually has this effect?"

The people inside the tent were also completely bewildered. They had spent their lives fighting on the battlefield and experiencing countless hardships, but they had never heard of this Zi Gu.

At this moment, those who heard Qin Qianluo's innermost thoughts for the first time were filled with shock and doubt, as if they were in a bizarre and absurd dream, but they still managed to remain calm.

He tried to clear his mind, focused on listening, and deliberately ignored the words "dog emperor," carefully considering what the Zi Gu was and what its other function was besides enhancing power.

001 was equally perplexed, flipping through the information on Youming. 'It doesn't seem to have a detailed explanation, but judging from its form, all signs point to the power of a mother-child Gu, and anyone infected with the child Gu can use it.'

After speaking, 001 paused slightly, a hint of helplessness in her childlike voice, "Youming specifically begged the dog emperor to allow him to lead his troops here. He even went to Tianxuan territory, and all of this was for the purpose of capturing Luobao."