Clang! The blade, stained with blood, struck against another, sending a burst of sparks. Then, figures darted swiftly, and the deep, resonant sound of sharp blades slicing through flesh echoed unnervingly beyond the bustling battlefield of the manor. After several rounds of fierce combat, the Yunlan Sect disciples had withstood the Mitel family's counterattacks. As they began advancing into the outer courtyards of the manor, the true close-quarters combat erupted at that very moment! Although the Yunlan Sect had recently expanded its recruitment, it could not yet fully refine its disciples into a cohesive, formidable force within a short span. In contrast, the Mitel family's guards were seasoned professionals, meticulously trained over many years. Thus, even though they were not numerically superior, the Yunlan disciples, no matter how fiercely they charged, could only contest for ground in the outermost perimeter of the manor and could not breach its inner walls. At this moment, the grand manor, under the rigorous defense of the Mittel family, stands as impregnable—despite the overwhelming momentum of Yunlan Sect's assault, it can only be repelled. Outside the manor, the outer perimeter has transformed into a bloody slaughter ground, where blades clash and swords meet, and the piercing cries of the wounded never cease. Crimson blood spills everywhere, staining the towering walls like red drapes, and the sharp scent of blood gradually spreads, eventually permeating the entire city. At elevated vantage points on the periphery of the battlefield, countless onlookers have grown silent, gazing at the two sides falling one after another, as if cut down like wheat in a field. Yet, despite this relentless spectacle, the white tide of attack continues without a single pause. From within the manor, members of the Mittel family emerge with fierce determination, pouring out in waves, and finally, their eyes blazing with determination, they collide head-on with the relentless white tide. At this very moment, as mere spectators, they were most acutely aware of how cheap human lives had become. ... "Boom!" Suddenly, a powerful surge of energy erupted in the sky. All eyes turned toward it, and there they saw Mitel Tengshan's form being pushed back by the combined force of the two cloud-wielding warriors. It seemed that, despite his strength, Mitel Tengshan was finding it difficult to withstand two fully-qualified Du Wang-level fighters. With a steady flutter of his wings, Mitel Tengshan steadied himself, wiping a thin streak of blood from his lip—having sustained a minor injury during the intense clash. "Tengshan," said Yun Fu, gazing at the retreating figure, "there's no point in holding out any longer. Though individually, we may not match your strength, together, you can only be defeated." He then slowly calmed the tremors in his body's qi, speaking with steady resolve. As for the clamor from Yunfu, Mitel Tengshan paid it little attention, turning his gaze toward Hai Bo Dong’s battlefield. There, the combat was even more intense—blurry figures darted across the sky, and whenever they made contact, they unleashed astonishing surges of energy. While ordinary observers struggled to grasp the unfolding battle, Mitel Tengshan saw clearly. Though the two Cloud Commanders, Yun Du and Yun Sha, displayed somewhat modest Power Sovereign-level prowess, their combined strength was significantly amplified, and having worked together before, their coordination was seamless. Even when individually outmatched by Hai Bo Dong, they managed to maintain an unbroken record of victories. At this moment, the three figures under Hai Bo Dong were locked in a fiercely heated struggle; external disturbances could hardly draw their attention. To them, all that existed was the swift movement of one another. "It's surprising that the Cloud Overseer and Cloud Monarch have already grown strong enough to hold their own against the Sea Elder without faltering..." Observing the evenly matched battle, Mitel Tengshan felt a subtle weight settle in his heart. Given the current situation, it seemed the Sea Elder would need a considerable amount of time to defeat those two, and his own forces were far from secure. Should he falter, the Cloud Floating duo might soon be drawn into the fray, potentially tipping the entire battlefield in favor of the Sea Elder. "I must hold these two off and give the Sea Elder sufficient time!" With a firm resolve, Mitel Tengshan seized the moment when both sides were momentarily breathless, and turned his gaze once again toward the fiercely contested combat below. At this moment, the outer perimeter of the manor had been completely stained with blood. The disciples of Yunlan Sect and the guards of the Mitel family were engaged in a fierce, inch-by-inch struggle for ground. Though the Mitel guards were slightly stronger than the ordinary Yunlan disciples, the latter's numerical advantage allowed them to launch a relentless, wave-like assault that continuously pressed against the Mitel defenses. Under this relentless pressure, nearly half of the outer courtyards of the manor had already fallen. Hearing this, the two from Yunfu shook their heads again, and then cut off any chance for Mitel Tengshan to rest or reply. With a flick of their wings behind, they drew two arcs across the sky—one on the left, one on the right—and launched a fresh assault upon the latter. As the three engaged in renewed combat, the energy surges in the sky grew louder and more intense. Amidst the thunderous roar, countless residents within the city trembled, fearing that at any moment a surge of ki might plummet from the heavens and blast them to pieces. The battle erupted once more! … With time passing, the resounding clash echoing across the skies above Gamma Holy City gradually began to ease, clearly indicating that this intense, all-out struggle had taken a tremendous toll on both sides. The Mitel family's exceptionally tenacious resistance indeed came at a blood-soaked cost to Yunlan Sect, but under the relentless tide of Yunlan Sect's offensives, their growing strain began to manifest. Within that brief span of just over ten minutes—during which the outer perimeters of the Mitel family's manor were completely seized by Yunlan Sect—the inner courtyards remained fiercely difficult to conquer. Yet, amid this sustained pressure, the collapse of the Mitel family was merely a matter of time. Mitel Tengshan, who had fully absorbed the combined assault from Yunfu's two warriors, instantly paled. Under the collective gaze of countless onlookers, he involuntarily expelled a burst of blood mist, and his body rapidly descended—only to be caught mid-fall by a swift Mitel族 member who leapt to meet him. Everyone knew that with two Dou Huang, two Dou Wang, and four of them working together, even with Hai Bo Dong's strength, they would surely be unable to hold on—defeat was inevitable! Their expectations had not been misplaced. Shortly after Yun Fu joined the battle, Hai Bo Dong, who had previously maintained a balanced offensive and defensive stance, quickly fell behind, facing mounting peril. Observing this development from the skies, several locations within the Imperial Capital saw people's expressions grow increasingly grave—what they had hoped for, a miraculous turn, had not materialized. At the Imperial City's towering spire, Jia Lo's gaze remained fixed on the sky, where the battle had now clearly turned decisively in favor of the others. His dry hands, resting in his sleeves, emitted a creaking sound. Yet, within a moment, as he recalled the terrifying figure from Yun Lan Sect, Jia Lo's entire body softened, and his face seemed to grow noticeably older. As for that old, ordinary disciple of Yunlan Sect, he truly had no chance at all of prevailing. If he stepped in today to assist Haibo Dong, then tomorrow Yunlan Sect would surely begin turning its attention toward the royal family! Behind Jia, in her purple-and-black brocade robe, Tianye watched the battle above with her phoenix-like eyes, her teeth clenched tightly against her red lips. She knew well that should Haibo Dong fall, the Mitel family would lose all its strength today—the leading family among the three imperial houses would be completely erased. And once the Mitel family was extinguished, with Yunlan Sect's growing momentum, who in the empire would dare to stand up against them? "Haibo Dong is going to lose!" Jia suddenly said, her voice bitter, her eyes gradually closing. From now on, the Jia Ma Empire would belong to Yunlan Sect. At the very moment Old Jia spoke, the distant sky seemed to freeze in place. Four figures overlapped one upon another, their combined energy so overwhelming that even with Hai Bo Dong's strength, a direct impact would surely result in severe injury. Moreover, as the punches moved, the pressure had fully locked onto Hai Bo Dong, making it impossible for him to escape. In that instant, every eye in the city turned toward the sky, and even the ongoing struggle within the manor came to a complete halt. At this moment of stillness, keen observers could faintly see a touch of resignation and despair on Hai Bo Dong's face. Staring at the scene in the sky, Tian Ye felt his entire body grow cold. The Miter family had truly been finished today—soon, it would likely be their turn as well. The whole city was silent, the combined force of the four warriors' powerful punches enveloping the entire city, pressing down with an overwhelming sense of weight that tightened every pore of the people's bodies. As countless spectators grew dazed, a clear, resonant cry suddenly rose—from far away, rolling in steadily. At first, the sound was hazy, fragmented, almost as if it didn't exist at all. But in an instant, it surged with thunderous force, culminating in a roar that echoed like nine heavens' thunder, shaking the city to its very core. Beneath this thunderous cry, the unified punch force that had enveloped the city crumbled instantly. At the height of the tower, Old Ka, who had been utterly despairing and had closed his eyes, suddenly snapped them open, his gaze filled with disbelief fixed upon the source of the roar. There, a presence—so potent that even he felt a subtle pressure—was rushing across the space at incredible speed. What stirred his heart most profoundly, however, was that this very presence carried a familiar scent! For a moment, Ka's eyes widened dramatically, his elderly body trembling with excitement, the voice trembling with it too. "This aura… it's him? That man… Is he really back?!"