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Another group of people broke through the fog and came into view.

The leader was a burly man over two meters tall, with broad shoulders and a thick waist, riding a tall horse that was over two meters high, and carrying a mountain-splitting axe that was taller than himself.

"Shi Zhenshan! What happened to you, you look like this?"

The burly man frowned as he assessed the situation on the battlefield. With a wave of his hand, his nearly three hundred men quickly formed a battle formation to meet Ji Mingyu and his group.

Shi Zhenshan felt as if he had been granted a pardon, and he scrambled over there:

"Commander Zuo! Brother Wu, save me!"

It was Wu Shaoxun, the Left Commander of the Tiger Legion.

Although both were in the eighth sequence, his aura was far stronger than Shi Zhenshan's.

"You're Xiao Yun?"

Wu Shaoxun looked him up and down, then sneered:

"Interesting. No wonder they dared to snatch food from our mouths and detain our empire's people. But this is where it ends."

As soon as he finished speaking, he brandished his axe, squeezed his legs together, and his giant horse neighed and charged towards Xiao Yun like an arrow released from a bow.

"Hahaha, Xiao Yun, my brother Wu is the number one cavalryman in our Eternal Empire, invincible in mounted combat. You can say you died a worthy death."

Shi Zhenshan laughed heartily, as if victory was already in his grasp.

"Invincible in mounted combat? Then... what about without a horse?"

As Xiao Yun watched the giant horse galloping towards him, his eyes were filled with crisscrossing runes.

"Anchored, inescapable, a formless prison."

From nothingness, invisible threads burst forth, instantly piercing through the giant horse's muscles and pinning it firmly to the spot.

Holy crap!

Wu Shaoxun cried out in surprise, and was sent flying backward by inertia, crashing heavily to the ground.

"Xiao Yun, stop! Don't touch my horse!"

Wu Shaoxun roared, but it was too late.

Xiao Yun chuckled softly and murmured:

"untie."

hiss-

The sound of flesh tearing apart rang out, and in an instant, Wu Shaoxun's BMW was smashed into square pieces of flesh.

The warm, foul-smelling blood rushed into Shi Zhenshan's nasal cavity, causing his pupils to shrink and leaving him frozen in place.

Wu Shaoxun looked at the BMW fragments scattered on the ground, his body trembling uncontrollably.

"Invincible in horse battles? That's hilarious! How would you play without a horse?"

Wang Tianyuan made a sarcastic remark and glanced at Xiao Yun:

"Brother Yun, don't rush, leave these two guys to me, they'll do just fine."

Xiao Yun nodded, sharing the same idea.

Last night, the guild leveled up twice, and as the guild leader, he has already gained a lot of rating points.

There's also an event this week where you can kill King-level monsters. You should have enough points to advance, so you don't need to worry about a few more kills. Why not make the most of them and see if you can create another seventh sequence?

"You go ahead, I'll cover for you."

Wang Tianyuan nodded and drew the bowstring taut.

Just then, Wu Shaoxun, who was kneeling on the ground, suddenly raised his head and spoke in a hoarse voice:

"Everyone knows that I am invincible in mounted combat, but they don't know that Brother Shi is invincible in foot combat."

"What happened... Hmm? No, that's not right!"

Just as Wang Tianyuan was about to make a sarcastic remark, he suddenly saw Shi Zhenshan walk silently to Wu Shaoxun's side and bend down.

"You guys are serious, buddy!"

Amidst the astonished gazes of the crowd, Wu Shaoxun mounted his horse, raised his giant axe, and shouted:

"All soldiers, listen to my command! Form ranks!"

"Here you go!"

Hundreds of soldiers responded simultaneously, forcefully breaking through the encirclement of the Ideal Country members and forming a battle formation behind Wu Shaoxun.

Boom boom boom—

The thunderous sound of war drums appeared out of nowhere. Within the army formation, the military flags moved without wind, and a surging aura of blood flowed from every soldier, converging on Wu Shaoxun and Shi Zhenshan, as if draping them in a crimson cloak.

The two men's auras surged, and an invisible power erupted, making them seem like invincible war gods.

"Watch closely, Xiao Yun."

Wu Shaoxun brandished his giant axe and clamped his legs together.

Shi Zhenshan roared to the sky, a wicked and arrogant smile curling at the corner of his mouth:

"This is... power comparable to the seventh sequence!"

boom!

As Shi Zhenshan took a step, a terrifying roar resounded, and an unimaginable force pressed down.

The eighth-order soldiers of the Ideal Kingdom felt their bodies sink, almost unable to lift their weapons, while the weaker ninth-order soldiers nearly collapsed to their knees.

"Skill ban, action ban, healing ban—what terrifying skills!"

Ji Mingyu's pupils dilated in shock, and a sense of powerlessness welled up inside him.

"Making mountains bow down and barbarians submit—this is the Eternal Empire's unparalleled battlefield combo—[Heavenly Collapse]! Wasn't it said that no one could execute this combo?!"

Seeing that Xiao Yun was about to be smashed to pieces by the [Heavenly Collapse], Wu Haowen's face was full of horror as he looked at Gu Shen beside him.

"Boss, help me out!"

Gu Shen turned his head, put his index finger to his lips, and smiled:

"Shh, stop yelling, you're disturbing my watching Ah Yun show off."

Just then, accompanied by Wu Shaoxun's roar, the mountain-splitting axe, carrying immense force, cleaved down towards Xiao Yun.

"Die!"

But Xiao Yun seemed to ignore it, as if he had entered an extremely mysterious state.

In Xiao Yun's crimson-gold eyes, runes crisscrossed and swirled, and everything before him seemed to enter bullet time.

Even the falling giant axe was like the raised hand of an old man on his deathbed, powerless and slow.

"So that's how it is. With the added momentum of the military formation, it seems... there's another kind of 'momentum,' using that momentum to overwhelm others, achieving a power comparable to the seventh sequence?"

Even the falling giant axe was like the raised hand of an old man on his deathbed, powerless and slow.

"So that's how it is. With the added momentum of the military formation, it seems... there's another kind of 'momentum,' using that momentum to overwhelm others, achieving a power comparable to the seventh sequence?"

Xiao Yun murmured softly, then suddenly shook his head and sighed:

"But it's still not the seventh sequence..."

At that moment, the swirling runes in his eyes stopped and converged into a single point.

Clang!

The mithril sword was drawn, the sound faint, yet it easily pierced through the deafening roar, ringing in everyone's ears.

Those around didn't even see what happened; they only saw a flash of white light in Xiao Yun's hand, and that sharp sword light actually struck the falling giant axe before it could strike.

Ding!

With a clear, crisp sound, the momentum of the collapsing sky was abruptly halted.

Like a celestial being looking up and down, observing the mortal world with all his might, he could save the sky from collapse with a single hand!

"Broken, empty."

Click!Click!

The axe shattered, the army formation collapsed, and the momentum of the "Heavenly Collapse" receded like a tide.

"Awesome..."

Shi Zhenshan glanced at Xiao Yun, his lips twitched slightly, and his expression was somewhat relieved.

Then, as his last bit of strength dissipated, he collapsed to the ground, unconscious.

"They certainly didn't lose unjustly."

Wu Shaoxun's face was ashen, and he looked at Xiao Yun, shaking his head and smiling bitterly.

"Before you die, could you tell me how you did it?"

He had only asked casually, but to his surprise, Xiao Yun nodded.

"Sure, I can teach you if you want to learn."

The two combined are quite formidable, and they excel in military formations and large-scale battles, making them exactly the kind of talent the ideal nation desperately needs.

If Wu Shaoxun is willing to surrender, Xiao Yun is willing to spare his life.

Wu Shaoxun was stunned for a moment, then understood what he meant.

"President Xiao is magnanimous, but... the Eternal Empire is my home."

He smiled, his eyes full of composure.

Xiao Yun nodded, said nothing more, turned around, and waved to Wang Tianyuan and the others:

"Let's get started."

Just then, a terrifying pressure suddenly emanated from the mist.

The oppressive force was like a mountain collapsing and a tsunami crashing, even more terrifying than the [Heavenly Collapse], instantly sweeping across the entire area and making everyone almost unable to breathe.

Xiao Yun's expression changed, and he suddenly turned around.

"The real... Seventh Sequence!"

Wu Shaoxun also turned his head, his face full of surprise:

"The President, the President is here!"

As they were speaking, a middle-aged man dressed in dark gold armor slowly came into view.

Beneath him, the giant horse neighed, its head with two horns raised high, its scales reflecting a cold light in the sun.

At the middle-aged man's waist was a blood-red scimitar that constantly exuded a bloody aura. Xiao Yun, with his extremely high intelligence, even sensed a trace of chilling coldness.

"The Bloodstained Scimitar, Commander-in-Chief of the Tiger Army, Xu Shanhai."

Xiao Yun immediately recognized the person's identity, his eyes filled with seriousness.

One of the four major legions of the Eternal Empire, and the supreme commander of the Tiger Legion.

Seventh-order professional.

His personal strength alone was enough to forcefully subdue a C-level guild.

Not to mention, behind him was a dense mass of fully armored soldiers, stretching as far as the eye could see.

There are at least a thousand people!

A quick glance through the reconnaissance sunglasses revealed that there were over thirty professionals in the eighth sequence alone!

"If we can't win, my advice is to retreat."

Ji Mingyu leaned close to Xiao Yun's ear and whispered that he was ready to open a portal and escape.

"President Xiao, the enemy is too strong. Let's make a strategic retreat first."

Wu Haowen also leaned in and whispered:

"I've already contacted Wuyou Township, and reinforcements will be here soon."

"Let's make a run for it and catch them off guard!"

When Gu Shen heard this, he looked at him as if he were an idiot.

Xiao Yun's expression was also somewhat complicated.

He had been hoping for reinforcements from Wuyou Township, but at the Tarot meeting the night before last, he discovered that the Hanged Man, Hua Wuye, was actually seeking a way to escape from prison.

Although he didn't know what had happened over there, Xiao Yun had a feeling that asking Wuyou Township for help was not a good thing...

Seeing Xiao Yun and the others bowing their heads in contemplation, Xu Shanhai, sitting opposite them, did not make a move; instead, he smiled gently.

"Since Chairman Xiao doesn't have any good ideas, why don't we... talk about it?"