"Hoo... hoo..."
In a valley in the eastern part of the Weiyang Dynasty, Fan Zichen, bearing hundreds of sword and saber wounds, had managed to avoid vital points.
Fan Zichen's body was covered in thick blood. Her exhausted eyes struggled to stay open. Trembling, she gripped her long saber, gasping for breath and forcing herself to stand tall.
At her feet lay a mountain of corpses of Iron Lion soldiers, including those from the Huatian Realm and the Rongtian Realm.
Around her, there were no more Weiyang Dynasty soldiers. The entire valley was littered with bodies lying in the cold blood. Blood flowed through the piles of corpses, spreading and staining the desolate mountain range.
"Screech!!"
The Iron Lion soldiers slowly advanced. They did not surround Fan Zichen but, in front of her, proceeded to finish off the surviving Weiyang soldiers.
Those who lay in the blood, still clinging to life, stared with unconcealed unwillingness, their eyes burning as they looked upon the blood-soaked landscape.
Fan Zichen's vision dimmed. The entire world seemed to sway before her eyes. She heard no soldiers' roars, no clash of steel, only her own heavy gasps.
She dragged her long saber, staggering forward. The Huatian Realm Iron Lion lieutenants surrounding her followed closely. If not for the elder's order to capture Fan Zichen alive, she would have perished long ago.
A mere ten zhang distance, which previously took but a breath, now took Fan Zichen over fifty breaths, faltering with every step.
By this time, not a single Weiyang soldier remained in the valley. All the Iron Lion soldiers, gripping their nine-ring sabers, gazed at this brave and fearless warrior!
Although Fan Zichen was a woman, an outcast despised by the ancient desolate beasts, she had now earned the respect of all the Iron Lion soldiers. She was a fearless warrior, the most loyal soldier in the world.
"Hoo... hoo..."
Fan Zichen looked at the countless corpses strewn throughout the valley. She struggled to swallow a mouthful of blood and dropped her long saber.
Witnessing this, the Iron Lion clan elder, Tie Gusheng, who was far above in the valley, instantly showed a look of ecstatic joy. Could it be that Fan Zichen had surrendered? With her leading the Iron Lion army, their combat power would surely soar, making them invincible!
Fan Zichen dropped her saber, and without its enhancement, she seemed to lose her spirit. With a hunched back, she lowered herself, pushing aside the shattered corpses. Her hands plunged into the blood, as if searching for something.
"Whoosh!!!"
"Gurgle gurgle~~~"
Her hands, covered in saber marks, were immersed in the blood. Each time she withdrew them, they held pieces of human remains. Slowly, Fan Zichen's eyes turned blood-red. A thin mist of tears made her vision even more difficult.
"Clang!"
"Clang!!"
A blood-stained banner of the Weiyang Dynasty was instantly pulled from the bloody mire. With the last of her strength, she plunged it into the blood. The banner, drenched in red, made the characters "Weiyang!" appear even more profound.
"Bang!"
Fan Zichen weakly knelt in the blood. She tried to raise her head several times but ultimately could not. She looked ahead, at the countless skeletal remains of the Weiyang men, her face gradually turning pale, filled with sorrow.
Tie Gusheng looked at the fluttering Weiyang Dynasty banner, and could not help but sigh. Such talent could not ultimately be used by the Iron Lion beast clan!
"Hahaha!"
"Hahahaha!!"
Fan Zichen's face suddenly broke into a wild laugh, her voice slightly hoarse: "All you men, Weiyang has not failed you, and you have not failed Weiyang!"
"I, Fan Zichen, am the Blood-Robed Marquis of Weiyang in life, and I shall be the Blood-Robed Marquis of Weiyang in death!!"
"I, Fan Zichen, have not failed Weiyang, nor the Human Emperor!"
"Weiyang is ultimately the Weiyang of the human race, and the lineage of Weiyang has not failed the human race!!"
"Bang!"
As her words fell, Fan Zichen lowered her head. Only the blood-stained Weiyang banner continued to tear through the void!
"Alas!"
Tie Gusheng sighed deeply, turned, and ordered with a killing intent: "Notify the entire army to advance rapidly and march into the capital of the Weiyang Dynasty!"
"Also..."
Tie Gusheng turned his head again, looking at the frail figure, and couldn't help but sigh: "Bury her with honors!"
...
As the Blood-Robed Marquis Fan Zichen died on the battlefield, far away in the southern Great Yan Dynasty's capital, the Devouring Sky Greedy Wolf army began its war to destroy Great Yan!
The capital of the Great Yan Dynasty, unlike other capitals, was built in three layers. The inner city was the imperial palace of the Great Yan Dynasty, the middle layer was where the common people lived, and the outer city was for the stationed army.
At this time, the outer city housed as many as a million soldiers. On the city walls, Yan Hai and the Great Yan Human Emperor gazed at the approaching Devouring Sky Greedy Wolf army.
Lang Di, the chieftain of the Devouring Sky Greedy Wolf clan, leading a million troops, had devoured the million-strong eastern defense line of the Great Yan Dynasty on the day the seal broke. He had advanced unchecked, encircling the capital of the Great Yan Dynasty, which now resembled a dead city.
"Heh, the commander of the Great Yan Dynasty's army has truly lived a dog's life. Abandoning the surrounding territories and defending only the capital, isn't that just digging their own graves!"
"Hahaha!"
Lang Di laughed ferociously. He had originally intended to conquer the vast territories of the Great Yan Dynasty, which would have taken several more days. But unexpectedly, Great Yan's actions provided him with a perfect shortcut. With the capture of this imperial city, the Great Yan Dynasty would be utterly destroyed.
"Indeed, Chieftain. How can the Blood Ray clan of the Heavenly Demon Desolate Domain compare to us!"
"Tch!"
"It's just a mere Tian Yue. Such a trash human dynasty that takes days to conquer? It truly brings shame upon us beasts!"
Several Heaven-Connecting Realm experts beside Lang Di mocked each other, sneering at the Blood Ray clan.
"Hmph, just a Tian Yue. After I destroy this Great Yan, I will march north and annihilate that Weiyang!"
"Notify the entire army to attack. Today, I shall drink the finest human blood within this imperial city!"
A trace of blood-red light flashed in Lang Di's eyes, his voice icy. He gazed at the distant imperial capital, licking his lips. There were Huatian Realm humans there, which were the finest blood food, extremely rare in the Southwest Region.
"Yes!!"
"Warriors of the Devouring Sky Greedy Wolf, do you see the city before you? Within it lies delicious human blood and the finest flesh. What are you waiting for? Go and slaughter this city!"
"Warriors, charge!"
"Charge!!"
"Charge!!"
"Charge!!"
"Roar roar roar!!"
The million soldiers of the Devouring Sky Greedy Wolf roared to the heavens, their eyes bloodshot. Looking at the city ahead, their desire grew, and they eagerly charged forward, heading towards the capital of the Great Yan Dynasty to bathe it in blood!