Chapter 1522
Titans Escape, Nine Heads Easily Captured
Chapter 1522 Titans Escape, Nine Heads Easily Taken
"When one's inner energy reaches its peak, one should focus on protection, not on killing for pleasure. You are bloodthirsty and have harmed living beings. Today is your retribution."
Yinglong gave Typhon no chance to catch his breath. He raised his spear again, and golden-blue qi condensed into a huge dragon-shaped spear beam, which pierced Typhon's forehead with an aura of dominance.
Typhon smiled contemptuously, suddenly raised his qi, and the Storm Spear in his hand met Yinglong's spear light. The dark blue qi condensed into a small storm.
"clang--!"
The dragon-shaped spear light collided with the storm, and the golden-blue light instantly engulfed the dark blue storm. The spear light, with its remaining momentum, pierced towards his brow.
At this critical moment of life and death, Typhon suddenly turned to the side, the spear's edge grazing his cheek, taking away a large piece of flesh and leaving a deep wound that exposed the bone.
Using the momentum of his sidestep, he leaped down the city wall like a stray dog, hoping to escape.
A cold glint flashed in Yinglong's eyes. He was about to give chase when he heard the voice of the Red Cloud Ancestor behind him.
"General, do not pursue a desperate enemy!"
Yinglong paused, turned his head and saw that the Old Ancestor Hongyun was clutching the wound on his shoulder. The bloodstains on his red robe were torn into dark red streaks by the wind, but he still stood steadily on the battlement. In his hand, he held a blood-red token that gleamed with a cold light. It was a communication token exclusive to Luo Wang. The edge of the token was still stained with undried ink, obviously from an urgent report that had just been received.
"Just now, a secret sentry from the Luo Wang (Net of Justice) sent a message,"
The old ancestor Hongyun stroked the patterns on the token with his fingertips, his voice deepening.
"The main Mongol force has arrived. Three thousand elite Kheshig troops, plus twenty thousand steppe cavalry, have all entered the Mongol camp outside the city."
These words caused the remaining Night Sha soldiers on the city wall to change their expressions instantly. In recent years, as Temujin led the Mongol cavalry across the various tribes on the grasslands, the reputation of his personal guard, the Kheshig, was so renowned that even the soldiers of Yuzhou knew it by heart.
Yinglong frowned slightly, his gaze fixed on the distance outside the city. He could vaguely see several black plumes of smoke rising from the direction of the Mongol camp, a signal that the army was gathering.
"Although Typhon has suffered heavy losses, he is by no means an incompetent man. If he escapes into the camp, he will surely use the iron cavalry formation of the Kheshig army to launch a counterattack."
"If the general pursues alone, and is surrounded by tens of thousands of elite Mongol cavalry, even if the general's strength has reached the peak of Gang Qi, he will probably be unable to defend one side and lose the other."
Ancestor Hongyun said slowly.
"The Night Fiend Army in Fengzhou City is already exhausted after this battle. Zhao Kuangyin's direct subordinate Pengri Army has suffered more than half of its casualties, and the Jingse Army has also lost a lot of its resources. They are simply unable to go out of the city to form ranks and fight the Mongol cavalry in the open field. If they go out of the city to help the general who is trapped, the city's defense line will probably be shaken again."
Yinglong remained silent, his gaze sweeping over the direction in which Typhon had fled below the city. The dark blue figure had disappeared into the distant poplar forest, leaving only a faint trail of blood.
The spear in his hand trembled slightly, and the golden-blue aura swirled like an unwilling dragon. But in the end, he sighed. On the battlefield, it's better to consider the overall situation than to act rashly.
"In that case, we will spare Typhon's life for now."
He slowly sheathed his gun, and the golden-blue aura at the tip receded like a tide.
Before he finished speaking, he moved in a flash, appearing on the other side of the city wall in front of Hydra, who was locked in combat with Daoist Duobao. Hydra was no longer as frenzied as before; the deep purple innate poisonous mist was backfiring on him, and blackish-purple blood seeped from the wounds where his scales had burst open. He convulsed and collapsed onto the city bricks, his hydra halberd stuck to the side, the fangs at its tip dulled.
He saw Yinglong attacking and struggled to dodge, but was firmly suppressed by Daoist Duobao holding the Zhuxian Sword. A wisp of soft golden-blue energy surged from Yinglong's palm and wrapped around Hydra's neck like a rope.
This aura, though seemingly gentle, carried an overwhelming power to suppress all things. Hydra felt a tightness in his throat, his breath caught in his throat, and the poisonous mist within his body melted away rapidly, like ice and snow meeting the scorching sun, all enveloped by the aura.
"You beast, your hands are stained with the blood of the people of Yuzhou, you should be executed on the spot!"
Yinglong's voice was flat and emotionless.
"But if I spare your life, I might be able to find some use for you."
With a flick of his wrist, Hydra was dragged toward Yinglong by the qi, like a dead dog being carried, powerless to resist.
Seeing this, Daoist Duobao quickly stepped forward and took out a specially made black iron chain, piercing Hydra's collarbone. The chain was engraved with a Daoist heart-cleansing mantra, which could suppress the poisonous mist and qi in his body, ensuring that he could not cause trouble.
After dealing with Hydra, Yinglong, along with Hongyun Patriarch and Duobao Daoist, walked down the city wall. By this time, the streets and alleys below the city had already turned into a battlefield of carnage. The bluestone pavement was covered with corpses, including those of Mongol soldiers and Night Fiends. Blood flowed through the cracks in the stone slabs, accumulating into dark red puddles at the corners of the walls. When the cold wind blew, the blood gradually froze into ice, making a crisp "crunch" sound when stepped on.
On the main street of Fengzhou City, the fighting continued. The remaining Mongol soldiers, like trapped beasts, stubbornly resisted against the dilapidated houses. They knew that once captured, they would die, so every counterattack was carried with a frenzied desire to perish together.
Zhao Kuangyin was clad in black armor, the bloodstains on the armor plates having long since congealed into a dark brown color. His face was covered in dust and blood, and he used the dragon-patterned staff in his hand to support his slightly tired body as he roared loudly to command his troops.
"Brothers on the left, go around to the back of the house! Archers on the right, suppress the barbarians on the roof! Don't give them a chance to breathe!"
Shi Jingtang, standing beside him, was in no better shape. His black battle robe was ripped open with a long tear, revealing his arm wrapped in bandages, yet he still wielded his ring-pommel sword, slashing at the charging Mongol soldiers.
Half an hour later, the remaining Mongol enemies in the city were finally wiped out. Zhao Kuangyin stood at the crossroads of North Street, looking at the tragic scene before him, his face full of grief.
Generals such as Shi Jingtang and Huyan Ping surrounded him, all with solemn expressions. No one spoke, and the air was filled with a deathly silence and sorrow.
Just then, a series of heavy footsteps came. Zhao Kuangyin and the others looked up and saw Yinglong, Hongyun Laozu, and Duobao Daoren walking side by side. Hydra was bound by black iron chains and followed behind, looking dejected and without his usual ferocity.
"General Yinglong! Senior Hongyun! Daoist Duobao!"
Zhao Kuangyin's eyes lit up with eagerness, and he quickly stepped forward to greet him. His previous fatigue and grief seemed to have been somewhat relieved by this unexpected meeting.
"Thank you all for your righteous help. If you hadn't arrived in time, Fengzhou City would probably have fallen today!"
He walked up to Yinglong, stretched out his hands, and tightly grasped Yinglong's wrists. Yinglong's wrists were warm and strong, carrying a steady strength that made Zhao Kuangyin feel inexplicably at ease.
"General Zhao, there is no need for such formalities. We are here on the orders of our lord to protect the Central Plains. It is our duty."
Yinglong nodded slightly, his tone indifferent.
(End of this chapter)