Looking at Xiao Yan, who had just been outmatched in a short span of time, everyone atop the fortress felt their hearts tighten. The battle between Medusa and Yan Luotian had now reached its peak intensity. If Xiao Yan failed to hold off Mulan’s three elders, the consequences would undoubtedly be dire. "Don't worry," said Haibo Dong, clenching his fists and offering a reassuring smile. "That boy still has plenty of cards up his sleeve." Upon hearing this, Jia Xingtian and the others nodded slightly. They were well aware of Xiao Yan’s capabilities—especially the strange fire lotus that could instantly render Cloud Mountain powerless. Its power was truly formidable. Should Xiao Yan unleash it, even a Douzong-level warrior would surely suffer significant losses. Moon Mei, standing by, listened intently to what they said, yet shook her head. She had no clear understanding of Xiao Yan, and thus was uncertain about the exact capabilities he possessed. Observing the earlier battle dynamics, it was evident that Xiao Yan was clearly at a disadvantage—should this situation persist, he would surely sustain injuries. "He's truly pushing himself," Moon Mei murmured, a wry smile playing on her lips. After several prior investigations, he had discovered that each time, only one of the three could launch an attack, and that person's aura would inevitably surge to match the strength of a Cultivator of the Du-Zong level. This meant that the "Three-Beast Wildness Technique" they practiced fused the combined power of all three to achieve the level of a Du-Zong cultivator—yet this Du-Zong-level strength could only be utilized by one individual at a time. When that one person was actively employing it, the other two would inevitably see a significant drop in their own strength. After Xiao Yan had halted his movement, the three elders of Mu Lan didn't grant him much time to catch his breath. The elder with the tiger-like head once again detached from his form and suddenly shot forth. A deep, resonant tiger roar issued from his mouth, and the blood-colored glow intensified. With a firm grasp of his hands, the elder surged the blood-light energy, which then solidified into a sharply pointed energy tiger paw. The paw sliced through the void, leaving several faint traces in the otherwise empty space. "Young man, it's time to meet your end!" roared the elder, launching himself with sudden speed and appearing before Xiao Yan in an instant. Under the glow of the blood-energy, the sharp tiger paw appeared especially eerie. With a flick of his arm, the paw struck with deadly precision toward Xiao Yan's throat. Should it connect squarely, even with the protection of the Lvylian Heart Fire within him, Xiao Yan would surely perish on the spot. Staring in mild astonishment at the rapidly expanding tiger's paw, Xiao Yan's foot glowed with a sudden, eerie flicker, and his form gently trembled. Crash! The tiger's paw, charged with immense force, swept forward and slammed directly into Xiao Yan's throat, striking him squarely amidst the countless astonished gazes of the fortress. Yet, despite the impact, the expected gush of blood did not occur—instead, the paw simply pierced straight through him. At this sight, the astonished gazes across the fortress finally eased, releasing a deep breath of relief. "Residual shadow?" the elder tiger-headed figure exclaimed in surprise, then scoffed, his body remaining still as he sharply kicked the space behind him with his foot. With a solid thud, his foot, brimming with powerful force, struck the space. Instantly, a dark silhouette emerged and was then forcefully sent backward by the sheer momentum of the kick. Gently tilting his head, the tiger-headed elder stared with a hunger-filled gaze at the figure shooting backward—Xiao Yan—only to be momentarily stunned. On that young face, he clearly saw a cold smirk. After this brief pause, the tiger-headed elder's eyes snapped to life, realizing that the direction from which Xiao Yan had shot was precisely where the lion-headed elder stood, maintaining his formation. In that very instant, Xiao Yan seized the momentum of the tiger-headed elder's kick and instantly materialized before the lion-headed elder, clenching his fists. The veins on his arms swelled rapidly, like worms, before he drove his punch with force. "Eight-Point Collapse!" A deep roar echoed as Xiao Yan's fist struck the lion-headed elder's chest. Yet at the moment of impact, Xiao Yan's expression suddenly changed—he sensed a sudden surge of power emanating from the lion-headed elder, unmistakably that of a Cultivator at the Domain-level. "Boom!" The fist, brimming with powerful momentum, struck hard against the chest of the lion-headed elder, causing the latter's chest to sink into an eerie, terrifying arc. Gazing at Xiao Yan, whose face had changed expression, the elder's eyes glowed coldly, and then a sly, quiet smile spread across his face. Suddenly, he slapped his small abdomen with a firm palm, and instantly, a terrifying force surged forth from the concave spot on his chest, flooding out like a flood across the entire area. Crash! The force poured violently through Xiao Yan's arm, shattering his sleeves completely, and his body was then thrown back like he had been struck again—lightning-fast. Xiao Yan's second injury and retreat further tightened the tension among the defenders of the fortress, while at the distant allied army encamped beyond the city walls, thunderous cheers erupted. With a swift flick of his wings, Xiao Yan managed to steady himself, his eyes now heavy with seriousness—the subtleties of the "Three-Beast Wildness Technique" seemed to surpass his expectations. "Young man, it seems you've also noticed something." The tiger-headed elder stood motionless in the air, once again encircling Xiao Yan with the other three. With a cold smile, he naturally sensed that Xiao Yan had deliberately used his strength to approach the other two earlier. Clearly, the latter now understood the function of the "Three-Beast Primordial Decision"—a technique that could only allow one person to achieve the Douzong level. "This is one of the most profound techniques in our Mulan Valley. If it were so easily broken, what would be its worth? Though this technique allows only one person to attain the Douzong level, when our three of us fully merge our vital energies, merely with a single thought, that Douzong-level power can be transmitted to the other two within a very short time. Your speed still falls far short of that transmission rate." The Lion-Headed Elder tapped his chest with a mocking tone, saying that these things weren't exactly secrets—anyone who had faced them directly would gradually notice them. Thus, sharing them wouldn't cause any issue at all. Xiao Yin slightly furrowed his brows. These three had refined the "Three Beasts' Wild Realm Technique" to a masterful level, able to transmit their power with ease and intention. Unless truly achieving an element of surprise, they would inevitably have to meet head-on the formidable force of a Battle Sovereign whenever they faced any one of them. Yet these three were no ordinary weak opponents. Even when Xiao Yin unleashed his "Three Thousand Thunder Strikes," they still managed to sense him, making it quite difficult to strike them with genuine surprise. "Mulan's Three Elders, what are you doing? A mere Battle Sovereign youth is taking this long to handle you?" As Xiao Yin pondered, a sudden roar of anger came from afar. Looking over, he saw the man already being pushed back, struggling under the relentless attacks of Medusa. "What's the point of bellowing? This kid isn't even a regular Duohuang powerhouse—he's practically invincible in terms of durability." The tiger-headed elder furrowed his brow, muttering under his breath, though his expression gradually grew colder. His crimson gaze locked onto Xiao Yan, and with a沉 voice, he directed to his two companions, "Seal him down quickly." "Agreed," the other two Mulan elders nodded, their bloodthirsty glares growing more intense. The blood-red energy enveloping them surged noticeably stronger. Feeling the combined intensity of the three, Xiao Yan exhaled deeply and then slowly closed his eyes. As his eyelids closed, a brilliant silver light erupted from his feet, spreading rapidly upward. Within a single breath, it fully enveloped his body. The light surged upward, and Xiao Yan opened his eyes again—only to find that his once-black pupils had suddenly transformed into shimmering silver, appearing remarkably strange. "Three thousand thunder strikes: Three thousand thunder strikes!" With a sudden shift in his gaze, Xiao Yan swiftly formed a series of intricate hand seals. The seals flickered and danced before finally solidifying, causing his body to tremble violently. Amidst the slightly altered expressions of the Mu Lan elders, two silvery light forms—identical in appearance to Xiao Yan—split off from within him.