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

Using the momentum, he turned and swung his longsword upwards, the blade flashing like lightning across the sky, gleaming with a blinding cold light against the azure backdrop.

General An Yuan quickly bent down, and the blade flashed past his back, severing a banner behind him. The banner fell limply, like a sigh of defeat.

At this moment, General An Yuan discarded his whip, drew his sword, and the blade, gleaming coldly, was unsheathed. From his high vantage point, the sword fell like stars, piercing towards the netherworld.

In an instant, sword shadows flashed, like countless diamonds dancing in the air under the sunlight. Youming dodged left and right, his longsword wielding itself with impenetrable skill, impenetrable to any attack.

Swords clashed, their clanging sounds echoing endlessly, like a stirring symphony of metal. The two figures crisscrossed the battlefield, each exchange accompanied by splattering sweat that, under the sunlight, glittered like pearls.

Their battle was so fierce that the surrounding soldiers watched intently, their hearts pounding in their throats, barely daring to breathe, nervously observing this breathtaking and intense battle.

At the height of the battle, Youming suddenly roared, and a powerful force erupted from his longsword, sweeping towards General Anyuan like a surging wave.

General An Yuan's expression was solemn. He lightly touched the back of his horse with his feet and used the momentum to gracefully retreat several feet, avoiding the fierce attack.

The moment he landed, he lightly touched the ground with his toes and pounced forward like a ghost. His sword swirled into a series of dazzling sword flowers, and the wind howled, subtly forming a small vortex of air that swept up the surrounding dust and gravel.

Seeing this, Youming was not afraid at all. He spun his long sword in front of him, forming an impenetrable sword curtain to resist General Anyuan's tidal wave of attacks.

Sparks from the clash of swords flew in all directions, landing on the dry ground and extinguishing instantly, leaving tiny black marks. The two exchanged blows, neither giving an inch, and the battle had lasted for hundreds of rounds, yet neither was clearly superior.

At this moment, a few white clouds drifted in from somewhere in the sky, as if attracted by the fierce battle, and lingered above the battlefield, silently witnessing this thrilling life-or-death struggle.

As the battle continued, General An Yuan realized that this stalemate was not a good strategy. He suddenly changed his swordplay, making his swordsmanship more agile and graceful.

Like a spring breeze caressing willows, the sword shadows coiled towards the Netherworld like silken ribbons. Each sword strike appeared gentle, yet concealed hidden secrets; wherever the sword tip pointed, it struck the Netherworld's vitals and weaknesses.

Youming noticed the change in the sword technique and dared not be careless in the slightest. He steadied himself and no longer used his longsword solely for defense. Instead, he seized the opportunity and suddenly exerted his strength.

With the force of Mount Tai pressing down, it slashed at General An Yuan, the wind from the blade howling, even stirring up the sand and stones on the ground, which shot out in all directions like hidden weapons.

General An Yuan darted away like an eel, slipping past the fierce attack. At the same time, his sword followed the momentum, slicing along the blade of the long saber towards Youming's fingers.

Youming was shocked and hurriedly withdrew his longsword, dodging to the side. After catching their breath, the two rushed at each other again and engaged in battle once more.

As the sun gradually set in the west, the shadows on the battlefield lengthened, and their figures appeared and disappeared amidst the interplay of light and shadow, as if they were engaged in a battle of light and shadow.

The soldiers were stunned, forgetting the passage of time. Only the occasional clash of weapons reminded them that they were on a battlefield.

Suddenly, General An Yuan feinted with his sword, then turned and jumped onto the back of a horse. He tightened the reins and spurred the horse to gallop wildly toward the underworld. He raised his sword high and, using the horse's momentum, thrust it out with all his might.

This sword strike gathered all his strength, like a rainbow piercing the sun. Youming's eyes widened, his feet firmly planted on the ground, his long sword held upright in front of him, ready to meet this all-out attack.

Just as the swords and blades were about to collide, a lone eagle flew overhead, letting out a long cry, as if cheering on the fierce battle.

In that instant, it was as if the world had lost its color, and only the sword and saber within that small space carried boundless power and determination. General An Yuan's sword, carrying the force of breaking through the wind, was like a silver lightning bolt, fiercely piercing towards the underworld.

The Netherworld's longsword, like a dragon emerging from the sea in the dark, met the attack head-on with immense power. The sound of metal clashing resounded.

Like a resounding bell, the sound echoed throughout the battlefield, making the ears of the surrounding soldiers ring. Some even unconsciously covered their ears, their faces showing pain.

Both General An Yuan and You Ming's arms trembled slightly from the immense impact, their muscles taut like bowstrings. Their eyes met, burning with fierce fighting spirit and unyielding will, locked in a stalemate for a moment.

At this moment, General An Yuan, relying on the superb skills and tenacious perseverance he had honed on the battlefield over the years, skillfully changed his footwork and steadily shifted his center of gravity, gradually finding the opponent's weakness and gaining the upper hand in this confrontation of forces.

He suddenly roared, his voice like thunder, echoing through the sky. The powerful aura contained in his voice made the surrounding soldiers tremble.

At the same time, with an extremely exquisite technique, he twisted his wrist suddenly, and the sword, like a nimble snake, used a skillful force to deflect the longsword.

Youming inwardly cried out in alarm, knowing the situation was becoming increasingly unfavorable for him. In this critical moment, a resolute and cunning glint flashed in Youming's eyes.

Taking advantage of the brief moment when General An Yuan was withdrawing his sword, he swiftly pulled a packet of poison from his robes with lightning speed. The movement was so fast it was almost imperceptible.

Immediately afterwards, he shouted and swung his arm forcefully, sending poison powder flying like snowflakes towards General An Yuan's face.

The poison powder shimmered eerily in the sunlight, spreading like a gray haze. The sudden movement startled the previously still dust on the battlefield.

A gentle breeze swept by, but instead of dispersing the deadly poisonous fog, it caused it to slowly spread, instantly enveloping the space around General An Yuan.

General An Yuan was shocked to find that Youming would resort to such a despicable tactic. Although he was startled, his body reacted instinctively. He lightly touched the ground with his toes and dodged to the side as nimbly as an eel.

However, the poison powder came with great force and covered a wide area, and some of it still managed to get onto his sleeve. Upon seeing this, General An Yuan did not hesitate to quickly tear off his sleeve with his other hand and throw it far away.

It was as if the sleeve were a deadly poison. The discarded sleeve lay on the dry sand not far away, the poison powder mixed with the dust, appearing particularly glaring.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Youming turned around and fled into the city in a disheveled state. His steps were slightly flustered, and he had completely lost his previous heroic demeanor, looking like a stray dog.

He ran while constantly glancing back, afraid that General An Yuan would catch up. His figure looked particularly lonely and disheveled in the sunlight.

His armor was slightly disheveled from the fierce battle, and it made a soft clattering sound as he ran, as if playing a lament for his defeat.

General An Yuan watched You Ming's departing figure, feeling resentful but knowing he shouldn't rashly pursue him, fearing it might be a trap.

He slowly dismounted, his movements slightly weary, his forehead covered in fine beads of sweat. He crouched down, carefully examining the poison on his sleeve, his brow furrowed, his eyes revealing seriousness and contemplation.

The soldiers around him finally snapped out of their daze from the intense battle and gathered around the general, looking at him with concern.

Their eyes held both concern for the general's safety and contempt for Youming's despicable actions. Some soldiers, unable to contain their anger, loudly cursed Youming's shamelessness, their weapons trembling slightly with rage.

Upon seeing this, Qin Qianluo quickly ran to the battlefield, went to meet General An Yuan, and handed him the antidote pill. Seeing Yin Yichen take the antidote pill and swallow it, she felt slightly relieved.

He glanced at the sleeve lying on the ground, frowned, and looked at it. It should be the poison that Ling Wei had prepared beforehand. He just didn't expect that Youming would be so shameless as to spread poison on the battlefield.

After General Tong Anyuan returned to his tent, Qin Qianluo went back to her own tent, flashed into her spatial dimension, and asked Ling Wei about the origin of the poison. Upon learning that it must be the incurable poison, she felt even more disgusted with Youming's behavior.

Youming ran back to the city in a sorry state, ordered the soldiers to close the city gates and hang up the ceasefire sign. He then rested and recovered in his room. The army doctor rushed over to treat him, but seeing his condition, he did not dare to make a sound and waited quietly by his side.

After taking a breath, Youming had the army doctor examine him. He gritted his teeth inwardly. He hadn't expected Tianxuan's general to have such strength. It seemed that he would have to use more poisons to assist him when he fought again.

Qin Qianlu assembled her sniper rifle and set it aside. She then took Xuanling out of the space, and the two went to the vicinity of the battlefield to select a suitable spot and mark it.

The next day, the ceasefire sign was not taken down, and General An Yuan took the opportunity to rest for an extra day. He did not go to the city gate to challenge them. Qin Qianlu gave a lot of antidote pills to the army doctors, explained their effects, and then left.

There was no fighting today, so Qin Qianluo didn't go out. Instead, she went into her spatial dimension, wiped the high-precision sniper rifle she had assembled, and prepared to take Xuanling to the marked location for remote assistance when the next battle began.

If Youming takes out the poison again, I will shoot him in the arm to prevent him from spilling the poison, so that General Anyuan can kill him with his own hands to avenge today's grudge.

After staying in the space for a while, he told Xuanling to get ready, and then left the space with Xuanyou and Xuanying.

She planned to take the two of them to the mountains and forests within the city limits to hunt some game to supplement the soldiers' meals. After consulting with General An Yuan, the three of them set off together.

She instructed the people in the space to watch the light screen and see what they killed, and to slaughter more of it in the space so she could bring it back with her so they wouldn't run out of food.

On the way, they encountered several patrolling soldiers, who all asked, "Greetings, Princess Qingyun. May I ask where the Princess is headed? Would you mind accompanying us?"

Qin Qianlu shook her head and refused, then led Xuan You and Xuan Ying into the mountains. The three of them worked together and hunted a lot of prey, and the people in the space also slaughtered a lot of animals.

Xuan Ying was sent to bring the grain cart so that the prey could be taken back. After Xuan Ying left, the two of them strolled around the neighborhood. Qin Qianluo collected several rare herbs that were growing well, making this a very fruitful harvest.

The three of them drove the two largest grain carts, which were full, back to the camp. Taking advantage of the cook's inattention, Qin Qianluo secretly took out the prey that she couldn't put in her space.

As the sun set, the aroma of meat wafted from the camp of the Tianxuan army. The fragrance traveled far and wide, and the soldiers guarding the city gate of Xuanyuan Kingdom couldn't help but swallow their saliva, casting envious glances in that direction. They hadn't had any meat for a long time.