Chapter 138

  Thud, thud, thud - a dense rain of arrows. For a time, the sound of arrows piercing flesh was incessant in one's ears. In front of the city gate, a large number of barbarian soldiers and civilians were knocked to the ground in a heap.

  This was only the beginning, more arrows followed relentlessly, shooting down everything in front of the city gate. In the blink of an eye, the ground was filled with arrows, corpses piled upon corpses, blood gathered together on the ground and flowed into the moat. In front of the city gate and on the drawbridge, cries, shouts, pleas for help, and screams rose and fell.

  The people outside the city were still frantically squeezing into the city, and the drawbridge was slow to lift. Just as Tang Yan's cavalry was about to charge forward, the barbarian soldiers responsible for defending the city turned their blades around and counterattacked the civilians on their own side, forcing them off the bridge. The gate mechanism then operated, and with a creaking sound of iron chains being pulled tight, the drawbridge slowly rose, while the corpses on top fell into the moat like dumplings, splashing loudly.

  If they were allowed to withdraw the drawbridge, Tang Yin and his men would never be able to rush into the city again, and their plan for a surprise attack would also fail.

  As the drawbridge slowly rose, Tang Yin rushed forward first. At this time, the drawbridge was more than two meters high from the ground. Tang Yin quickly drew out his double knives, merged them together, and transformed into a sickle knife. Immediately after, he held the knife in one hand, pulled the reins of his war horse with the other hand, and shouted: "Rise!"

  Wow!

  Like a shadow, the horse sensed its master's intention, bent its four legs and suddenly kicked off the ground, soaring into the air, flying forward, not only jumping over the moat but also landing on the drawbridge. Before the warhorse even landed, Tang Yin's knife had already been swung out.

  With two crisp sounds, the sickle knives chopped down on the two iron chains of the suspension bridge. The thick iron chains as thick as an adult's arm broke off with a loud crash under the hard chopping of the sickle knives, and the high-suspended bridge also fell heavily to the ground with a loud thud.

  Plop!

  Tang Yin's war horse landed on the suspension bridge, and with a single knife and horse, he charged forward, shocking everyone present. However, Tang Yin didn't stop for a moment, his scythe-like knife suddenly sweeping horizontally, and a wave of energy shot out, the barbarian soldiers and civilians crowded at the city gate hadn't reacted yet, and dozens of people were cut in two.

  Whoa—— Seeing this, the barbarians finally reacted, shocked and frightened, crying and shouting as they ran towards the city. Because there were too many people here, they crowded together, pushing and shoving each other, forming a dense mass, no one could run. With them blocking the way, it actually formed a large meat shield, Tang Yin and his group couldn't get in either.

  No time to waste on them, Tang Yin handed the sickle to his left and right hands, stretched out his right hand, with a black mist swirling in his palm, instantly forming a black light ball. As he shook his wrist, the black light ball flew into the crowd, hitting a middle-aged man's head.

  Whoa! The black light ball exploded, turning into a black fog that enveloped the middle-aged man's body. Through the fog, it was vaguely visible that the middle-aged man's body had turned ink-black and began to rapidly inflate, like a balloon being constantly filled with air. His body swelled to several times its original size, and then suddenly burst open like a balloon.

  That burst into black flesh and blood splashing everywhere, drenching the people around them from head to toe. Those affected by it were then enveloped in a dark mist, their bodies swelling until they exceeded their limits, exploding with a loud "boom" before more black flesh and blood splashed onto even more people...

  It's like a plague, anyone who comes into contact with it will inevitably die and spread it to more people.

  Tang Yin's skill is one of the three major skills of the Dark Shadow System, which is a dark magic spell.

  Shadow Shift, Shadow Split, and Shadow Curse are the three major skills of the Shadow System, each with its unique characteristics. In particular, Shadow Shift is widely used by Shadow System cultivators, while Shadow Curse is a highly toxic spiritual skill that is not practical on the battlefield because it is uncontrollable, killing both friend and foe indiscriminately, and anyone caught in its range will be hard-pressed to escape death without a Spirit Armor to protect them.

  Of course, it's also easy to make it stop, as long as the people around quickly retreat and are not affected by those flesh and blood waves mixed with dark spiritual energy.

  At this time, the city gate was blocked by barbarians, and our side wanted to rush in but couldn't. Tang Yin had no choice but to use the Dark Shadow Spell to blast open a path through the crowd.

  Seeing this scene, without Tang Yin's obstruction, the Wind Army soldiers didn't dare to charge forward even if they wanted to, and even their warhorses were constantly retreating backwards.

  So many people were blocked at the city gate, under the ravages of the dark shadow curse, in the blink of an eye there was not a single living person left, only a large amount of black blood and torn fabric pieces remained.

  Tang Yin turned his head to look, and saw that all the soldiers on his side were staring blankly at the city gate, including the Shangguan brothers and Le Tian. He gritted his teeth and shouted loudly: "What are you waiting for? Charge!"

  While speaking, Tang Yin had already ridden his horse into Besa City.

  The Feng Jun woke up from their shock, looking at Tang Yan's back, and couldn't help but feel a chill in their hearts. Fortunately, the general was on their side, not the enemy's, or else... The soldiers looked at each other, then shouted in unison, urging their horses to follow Tang Yan into the city.

  Four thousand cavalry, compared to the vast city of Bessa and its millions of people, were almost negligible. However, they came too suddenly and struck with such ferocity that anyone they met was killed on sight, regardless of whether they were soldiers or ordinary civilians. Wherever they passed, blood flowed like rivers, throwing the entire city into chaos and panic, with cries and wails filling the air.

  Tang Yin turned his head to Shangguan brothers and said: "Yuan Wu, you lead 1,500 brothers to the left to kill, Yuan Biao, you lead 1,500 brothers to the right to kill, the rest of you follow me!"

  He led a thousand cavalrymen, directly charging into the central main road of Bessa City, killing all the way to the palace at the end of the main road.

  Tang Yin's guess was correct, in order to gather an army of 200,000, all the troops that could not be used by the Sa City State were used up, and there were no more usable soldiers in the city except for a few thousand guarding soldiers.

  They charged down the main road as if entering a deserted city, seeing only fleeing Besa civilians on the roads and not encountering a single soldier.

  Going through the main road unimpeded, looking ahead is the palace of Bessa.

  The Bessa Palace is resplendent with gold and jade, and the wealth plundered from neighboring countries over the years has largely gathered here. Outside the palace, there are high walls surrounding it, and looking inside, the buildings in the palace are majestic and grand, covering a vast area, naturally giving people a sense of oppression.

  This is Bessa's palace, the command center for the repeated invasions of Wind Country territory.

  Tang Yin looked at it and his blood was boiling. The eyes that were exposed outside the Ling armor also gradually turned crimson.

  At this time, the palace had already received an alarm of enemy attack, the gate of the palace was tightly closed, and there were palace guards on the wall.

  Tang Yin and his men had just moved forward when arrows rained down from the city wall, and more than a dozen Wind Troop members who were unprepared were shot along with their horses, becoming hedgehogs and dying miserably in front of the palace gate.

  Tang Yin had a divine armor to protect his body and was not afraid of arrows, but the war horse under him did not have the protection of the divine armor.

  He turned over and got off his horse, dragging his sickle knife and rushing straight over. The barbarian soldiers' arrows immediately concentrated on him alone.

  A dense hail of arrows, like raindrops, Tang Yin wielded the sickle knife in his hand, fending off the arrow shafts, but still, arrows occasionally pierced through the sickle knife and stuck to his body. The arrowheads collided with the Ling armor, clanging loudly, and Tang Yin's body would also be affected by its inertia, involuntarily retreating several steps.

  Ling's endurance is not infinite, and continuous blows from sharp weapons will also shatter it. Tang Yin's current cultivation has reached the Ling Yuan realm, and the spiritual armor on his body is strong enough to withstand such a dense arrow array, but he still dares not be careless, and with great difficulty, he took a few more steps forward, then deployed Dark Shadow Drift, first flashing to the foot of the palace wall, before the barbarian guards could react, he again used Dark Shadow Drift in actual combat, reappearing on top of the palace wall.

  Close combat is Tang Yin's strong point, the scythe along with his body was shrouded in dark flames, then charged into the barbarian army's camp, swinging the scythe and starting a massacre.

  The guards on the palace wall were very strong, but relatively speaking, they were not cultivators of spiritual energy after all. The palace wall was narrow and crowded with people, making it difficult to exert their strength. When they encountered Tang Yin, a cultivator at the Spiritual Origin Realm, they could only be slaughtered like sheep.

  Battle compensation, more than a hundred barbarian guards have died in the burning of the dark fire, turned into spiritual mist, absorbed into Tang Yin's body. There are also many individuals who were caught off guard and didn't even move, but were thrown against the palace wall, breaking their bones and tendons.

  The enemy on the city wall was held back by Tang Yan, and the Wind Army Gate took advantage of the opportunity to rush over and kill them. The palace gate was a wooden door wrapped in iron skin, and the Wind Army dismounted one after another, pushing and colliding with each other. All that could be heard were the continuous crashing sounds, but the gate could still withstand it, however, the door frame couldn't withstand such intense attacks.

  Soon, the door bolt broke, and the gate opened with a loud noise. A thousand Feng soldiers, like fierce tigers descending from the mountain, swarmed in, some rushing into the palace, flames climbing up the palace walls, fighting fiercely with the barbarian guards.

  Seeing his own brother had already killed him, Tang Yin no longer hesitated in the palace, a dark shadow drifted down, and with big strides, he rushed towards the main hall of the Wang Palace.

  He hadn't even entered the gate when two figures flew out in front of him.

  Tang Yin's eyes were sharp, and just as he was about to swing his knife to kill, he discovered that the ones flying out were their own soldiers. He reacted extremely quickly, and with a swift motion, he laid his scythe horizontally, holding back two of Feng Jun's men who had been thrown off. Lowering his head to look at the two again, he saw that the leather armor on their lower abdomen had been torn open from behind, and their intestines were flowing out from inside their bodies. The two men's eyes rolled back, and they were already dead.

  Slowly putting down the corpse, Tang Yin suddenly lifted his head, and the severe crimson had unknowingly turned into a bloodthirsty red. In the midst of his swaying figure, he took two arrow-steps and charged into the main hall of the palace.

  As soon as the man entered, two knives came slashing towards him. Tang Yin didn't dodge, but instead swung his scythe in a wide arc. With a loud clang, the two incoming spirit blades were simultaneously deflected, and at the same time, the two cultivators who had made their move were also knocked back two steps.

  Tang Yin looked up and saw that the two barbarian spirit warriors standing in front of him were wearing spirit armor, holding spirit knives. Behind them were more than 20 barbarians wearing flower-patterned clothes, who seemed to be quite old. Judging from their attire, they should be high-ranking officials of the barbarian tribe. Tang Yin's gaze passed over these officials and looked further inside. At the far end, in the center of a golden chair, sat a middle-aged barbarian man in his fifties. He was robust and tall, even when seated on the chair, he still appeared more majestic than the people around him. He wore a magnificent brocade robe with gold and red threads, a golden crown on his head, and a golden belt at his waist. The expression on his face did not show the same panic as others, and this calm and solemn demeanor was enough to make others feel inferior.

  No need to ask, just look at his attire and the overbearing aura, it must be the king of another country.

  Tang Yin ignored the two Lingshan warriors in front of him, slowly raised his hand, and pointed at King Bessa's nose with a cold tone in the language of the Mofeng Federation: "Today, I want your head."