Twin Dimension Yin-Yang Mirror: Attaining immortality through the martial path
Chapter 559 - 467 Mantis Catching Cicadas + - 468 Killing Intent Reaching the Skies

Chapter 559: Chapter 467 Mantis Catching Cicadas + Chapter 468 Killing Intent Reaching the Skies

The drums outside the fort sounded thrice.

The general assault was about to be launched.

"Charge out."

Zhou Ping’an let out a long cry, accompanied by the thundering explosion of the general’s drum atop the fortress wall.

The fort gates opened wide, the drawbridge fell, and five thousand cavalrymen extended into a long snake formation, roaring out.

Behind them, ten thousand infantrymen followed slowly.

Riding on tall horses, Yan Bing and Fang Sheng each had a child tied behind them. For them, such a weight was negligible. Instead, it was safer to keep them close than to leave them inside the fort, worrying about a stealth attack from Su Pengju, a disciple of the Cloud Water Sect.

As for Zhou Ping’an, he was dressed in Bright Armor, draped in a great cloak, serving as the spearhead, pressing forward with restrained speed.

There was no confrontation or shouting.

As soon as the five thousand cavalrymen inside the fort crossed the drawbridge, the opposing eight thousand cavalry stirred up a fierce wind and began to sprint, slowly at first, but quickly gaining speed.

At the head of their force, a general brandishing the Azure Dragon Halberd roared to the sky, and a blaze of blood surged toward the heavens.

Behind that general, an overwhelming rush of bloodlight also rose from the eight thousand cavalrymen and fifty thousand infantrymen, converging upon him like waves.

From afar, one could see Wu Qi, the Heavenly Wolf General, riding on a horse. His physique had suddenly enlarged by a third, muscles knotted, essence and energy boiling.

"This man commands the formation as if it were an extension of his own limbs, capable of gathering the Qi-Blood of tens of thousands of soldiers to amplify life and strength. We must win with cunning, as direct confrontation would be difficult."

Eyeing this overwhelming ferocity, Yan Bing, closely following to the right of Zhou Ping’an, had her pupils slightly contract.

The battle had not yet begun, and she already felt an immense pressure.

No wonder, the sword-controlling cultivator and the Qingqiu Fox were so reluctant to join forces and resist the army.

The difference in strength between generals with formations and those without was like night and day. With maximum augmentation, combat power could perhaps increase several-fold.

Who could say just how strong Wu Qi, the Heavenly Wolf General, would become under the harmonized Qi of fifty-eight thousand soldiers?

If, in ordinary one-on-one combat, they still had confidence to fight against this man, now engaging in a contest of strength under these circumstances would be tantamount to courting death.

This, too, was the reason Zhou Ping’an had gone to great lengths to obtain command over all the soldiers.

He had discovered this during his time in Qingyang City.

In this world, the formations deployed by commanding generals had a peculiar ability.

He had already experienced this during his encounter with Tian Shouyi, the Qingyang County Captain.

In a night ambush, with only three hundred personal soldiers, Tian Shouyi had managed to amplify his own abilities by nearly thirty percent, gathering the Qi-Blood of his soldiers to enhance their strength and speed to a certain degree.

Moreover, as long as one could deploy a formation and command effectively, the more soldiers under one’s command, the greater the benefit.

This was fundamentally different from modern society.

And where that difference lay, Zhou Ping’an could not be sure.

He hazarded a guess that ultimately, it was due to Heaven and Earth’s Divine Opportunity.

The richer the spirituality, the more it pointed towards the extraordinary, the higher the upper limit, and the more it was reflected in all aspects of life.

What the underlying logic was, Zhou Ping’an, with his current knowledge, could not yet analyze.

But that did not prevent him from making use of it.

"Deploy the formation!"

Zhou Ping’an called out, raising his saber.

The extraordinarily mysterious "Tiger Talisman" on his person had already been activated.

An invisible yet tangible ripple spread out behind him, affecting both cavalry and infantry alike.

Fang Sheng remained silent, firmly following behind on horseback, gripping her long sword tightly, with a flicker of excitement in her eyes.

"Here it comes."

Suddenly, she felt a ripple sweep over her, her body suddenly heating up, her Gang Qi and Qi-Blood boiling together.

Her spiritual power also became extremely active, her state becoming exceedingly peculiar.

It seemed as if, in that moment, she had been blessed with her sect’s secret treasure, "Gold-Patterned Armor."

The "Gold-Patterned Armor" only improved strength and speed; it did not enhance spirit and response time.

Yet following behind "Senior Brother Zhou," even their souls seemed to receive a significant boost in that instant.

The last time she felt this way, she had thought it was an illusion.

She had some guesses, but now she was absolutely certain.

This was the divine skill Senior Brother Zhou wielded to inspire the soldiers’ morale.

With such a divine skill at his disposal, no wonder he dared to face a fifty-eight thousand-strong army with a mere fifteen thousand men without worry.

Shocked, Fang Sheng glanced back slightly to look at the army behind her.

She saw that the aura of every soldier, whether cavalry or infantry, had surged greatly.

At the same time, everyone’s fighting spirit reached its peak.

The hesitation, fear, and worry that could occasionally be felt before had all vanished, leaving only a thick murderous intent to fight to the death.

It wasn’t just Fang Sheng who turned back to look.

Yan Bing couldn’t help but gape.

If the eyes could deceive, external sensations might be illusions.

But the changes within the body offered no second explanation.

"I’ve actually become stronger."

"Is this a military formation’s blessing? Even I am included in its empowerment; what immense power is this?"

Glancing at Zhou Ping’an again, her look became slightly abnormal.

"Perhaps, just maybe, we really can get through this time."

"Pity those two. If they had worked together in earnest, they could have been empowered, their strength greatly increased, and there would be no worry of facing defeat."

Thinking so, she turned her head to look at the figure barreling towards her with light and shadow fluctuating around the silver-haired youth, who seemed to care little for the charging cavalrymen. Instead, he openly challenged, "Li Nantian, I’ve heard that your Pure Yang Sect’s swordsmanship is exquisite. I have come to learn from your esteemed techniques. If you dare not fight, then kneel down and surrender, cry out ’Grandpa’ once."