"Kill!" Above the sky, as the energy shield finally broke, a fierce smile spread across Lion Tian's face. With a sweeping motion of his hand, he roared. As his voice fell, the numerous Sovereign and Emperor-tier warriors who had been previously held back now roared in fury and surged forward, eventually pouring over the city walls like a relentless rain of combatants. "Little Healer, Xiao Xiao is yours! Take good care of her!" Gazing at the intense battle unfolding right before her—fighters now locked in close combat, fighting with fierce determination—Color Ling turned her gaze toward the young healer, speaking softly. The young healer sighed gently and nodded. "Mother..." Though still young, Xiao Xiao sensed the atmosphere had changed and quickly clutched at Color Ling's long, graceful legs, lifting her face to look up with wide, dark eyes glistening with tears. "Be brave, my dear. Soon, I'll come find you," Color Ling said, gently patting Xiao Xiao's head. A warm, affectionate smile bloomed on her cool, elegant face. She placed the child beside the healer, her eyes briefly filled with lingering emotion, yet she firmly bit her silver teeth and turned, soaring into the air. A vast surge of powerful aura erupted, instantly knocking several of the fastest-advancing Grand King warriors back, their bodies splattered with blood. "Lord Shītiān, dare you step forth and face me in battle?" "Colorful scales stood firm in the void, her cold eyes fixed on the distant Lion Sky, her voice sharp with command. "Hah! A lady's invitation—how could I possibly refuse?" Hearing this, Lion Sky burst into laughter, his golden greatsword spinning out dazzling patterns of blade work. With a single step forward, he surged through the air, flashing through several swift movements and materializing right before Colorful Scales. His gaze burned with passion, fixed upon her slender, full figure wrapped in her tight red armor, a surge of fiery desire rising naturally from her abdomen. "Such a rare treasure—how fortunate for that young, ordinary boy named Xiao Yan! But once I claim her, this beauty shall be mine alone!" Seeing Lion Sky engage, Colorful Scales said nothing, letting her inner ki surge forth without reservation. Her long sword clanged free from its sheath as she moved, appearing like a ghost beside him, her sharp sword aura slicing through the air in strange, sweeping arcs, like a storm sweeping across his vital points. Faced with Cailei's assault, although Lord Shitian maintained a calm expression, he was nonetheless alert—Cailei's strength was not inferior to his own. Over the years, Cailei had weathered countless battles, and his combat experience was only equal or superior to Shitian's. Thus, Shitian dared not look down upon him. With his golden greatsword spinning like a windmill, he successfully deflected Cailei's sharp sword pressure. Beyond the chaotic battlefield, the Nine Heavens Sovereign floated in the sky, gazing indifferently at the ever-raging combat zone. A cold smile played at the corner of his lips. In his eyes, the souls of all the fallen, upon touching the ground, were drawn into the earth by an eerie force—no matter how frail the souls, they never actually reached the ground. On the city wall, Xiao Yi Xian cradled the young Xiao Xiao, her expression cold, and launched a sweeping streak of toxic energy that instantly sent a Dou-Zong cultivator from the Shīmíng Sect rushing upward, forcing him to spew black blood and fall. She then had Xiao Xiao rest her eyes against her shoulder, before lifting her gaze to survey the four sides. Her heart sank slightly—though the Yan Alliance had the advantage of terrain, their numbers and quality of cultivators were far behind those of the Shīmíng Sect. While they could provide temporary resistance, it was not sustainable. Already, several of the enemy's cultivators had broken through the defensive perimeter and surged up onto the walls, causing significant damage. Should it not be for the unwavering efforts of certain Yan Alliance cultivators holding the line, the damage would have been even more severe. "Little Doctor Sister, you go ahead and take Xiao Xiao with you—this place won't last much longer..." A light voice suddenly broke from the side. Little Doctor slightly turned her head—turns out it was Qing Lin. Now, Qing Lin had summoned all the strong warriors under her control, and precisely because of her unusual ability, this section of the city wall was far more solid than elsewhere. "Want to leave? How easy would that be?" As Qing Lin's voice fell, several ghostly figures suddenly surged forward, hovering in midair with a cold, mocking smile. "Tier-1 or Tier-2 Battle Sovereigns..." Seeing these figures, Little Doctor furrowed her brows—has the Shizheng Sect finally begun deploying these warriors? "Hmph! Even Tier-3 and below Battle Sovereigns dare to speak so boldly here!" Qing Lin sneered, launching herself forward with a sudden motion. At the same time, the warriors she had summoned surged out as well, converging directly to surround and attack the several Battle Sovereigns. "Little Healer, move!" As the Qinglin intervened to block the senior cultivators, Tianhuo, the Supreme Flame Patriarch, also appeared beside Little Healer, his voice steady. His gaze was fixed on the distant group of senior cultivators from Shimen Sect, who had now begun to launch a full-scale assault—these warriors, with their formidable strength, could easily break through any ordinary defensive lines. Without waiting for Little Healer's reply, Tianhuo raised his hand, and several figures flashed across the city walls, converging beside him. These were senior cultivators from the Inflame Alliance, though in smaller numbers compared to Shimen Sect—yet they had to step forward now. "Engage!" Tianhuo commanded firmly, then planted his foot on the ground, launching himself forward with a surge of momentum. Behind him, the senior cultivators swiftly followed. "Hahahaha, this little girl possesses such a powerful spiritual essence—having such strength at her age is truly unprecedented. It's the first time in all these years that I've witnessed something like this..." Seeing this scene, the young physician's eyes dimmed slightly. She held tightly to the little Xiao Xiao in her arms and began retreating swiftly. However, barely had she retreated a hundred paces when a thick wave of black mist surged forth, and an elderly man with a gloomy expression emerged from the mist, laughing with a strange, eerie tone. With a chain in hand, he sent out sharp, agile gusts of wind, aiming directly at the little Xiao Xiao cradled in the young physician's arms. "You rogue!" The young physician was furious upon seeing this ancient man attack a child. With a graceful gesture of her jade hands, she launched a powerful, venomous stream of qi that deflected the chain. Then, with a swift point of her foot on the ground, she did not pursue—instead, she retreated once more. "Where do you think you're going?" As the young physician was just retreating, another black figure surged forward with a fierce gust of wind, delivering a sharp, powerful palm strike directly aimed at her. At the same time, the elder who had previously appeared with a gloomy expression darted in again, joining the assault. The two figures now advanced one after the other, launching a coordinated attack that completely enveloped the young physician. "Thud!" "Xiao Li, catch her!" Faced with two powerful six-star Battle Sovereigns surrounding her, the young physician's face slightly paled. She glanced briefly at Xiao Li nearby, then swiftly extended her delicate hands, sending her young son Xiao Xiao toward him. At the same time, an overwhelming surge of deadly toxic battle energy erupted from within her, forcefully absorbing and countering the combined assault of the two Battle Sovereigns. The Xiao Li standing at a distance had already noticed the young physician being surrounded. Upon seeing the latter throw out Xiao Xiao, he immediately launched himself into action, arriving at Xiao Xiao's back within just a few leaps. However, as he reached out to grasp her, a ghostly figure darted in ahead, delivering a sharp, lightning-fast palm strike that struck directly against Xiao Li's chest. The powerful force sent Xiao Li reeling, forcing him to cough up a mouthful of blood and recoil backward. "You rotten old fool!" Xiao Li's eyes blazed red with fury, having been ambushed and now seeing him attempt to seize Xiao Xiao. The slender elder chuckled dryly, then turned around and reached out, grabbing Xiao Xiao in mid-air. At a distance, even Colorful Lian, engaged in fierce combat with Shiyuan, witnessed this scene, and her face instantly turned pale. "Medusa, surrender now! Otherwise, don't blame me for my mercilessness!" The slender, elderly man seized Xiao Xiao's clothing tightly, his face contorted with fury, and fixed his gaze sternly upon Colorful Lian. Yet, as he uttered his final words, an inexplicable chill surged suddenly from the depths of his heart. Just as he prepared to rise, a cold, ghostly hand appeared without warning at his throat—seemingly materializing out of nowhere—and with a firm, iron grip, it pressed down. A crisp crack echoed as the old man's neck was snapped in two. In his final moments, with his peripheral vision, he caught sight of a young man in a plain black robe, his expression calm and detached, standing silently behind him. The young man in black, who had suddenly appeared, casually set the elderly man's body aside, then extended his arm to cradle the little girl, whose large black eyes were fixed intently on him. A gentle smile appeared on his otherwise composed face. He lifted his head, gazing at the colorful-scaled figures who had suddenly gone rigid in the distance, and offered a subtle, serene smile. His soft voice, slow and steady, carried gently into their ears.