"Heavenly Fire Descends!" The hot-tempered Duan Bangzhu attacked first, opening his arms as his body soared, a thick pillar of fire shooting straight into the clouds.

The pillar of fire dyed the clouds in the night sky with magnificent red, illuminating the entire capital.

Immediately afterward, fireballs like meteors pierced through the clouds, descending on the official road outside the city and the open fields in a widespread manner. The descent of heavenly fire was a spectacular sight.

Tuoba Guanghe allowed the fireballs to crash around him without dodging, coldly saying, "Petty tricks."

Occasionally, a fireball would strike him, causing only a patch of scorched skin that would heal in a few breaths.

Fu Qingyang lightly pressed a finger, and Duan Bangzhu, engulfed in flames, charged towards Tuoba Guanghe like a puppet on a string.

Xiao Yuan drew horizontally in the void with both hands, condensing a magic table and transforming a straw doll into the likeness of Duan Bangzhu, placing it on the table. With hands clasped in a reverent gesture, it bowed its head and chanted incantations in a posture of worship.

The Palace Mistress then opened her throat and sang a song with stirring melody, causing the flames on Duan Bangzhu's body to suddenly surge.

Tuoba Guanghe's back muscles bulged, and his power surged, transmitting to his eight arms, converting into fist罡, which he suddenly unleashed.

"Boom!"

The eight fist罡 struck Duan Bangzhu, who was diving down, tearing him into thousands of fiery sparks. Duan Bangzhu reappeared silently behind Tuoba Guanghe, pressing his palms against his muscular, metallic-sheened back.

Even with Tuoba Guanghe's level, he didn't immediately notice the enemy's attack. Xiao Yuan's prayer had masked the fire's movements, ensuring the success of Duan Bangzhu's assault.

With her Archon-level status, she could guarantee the success rate of such small details, but it would be ineffective when it came to the outcome of a war.

Crack, crack, frost formed on Tuoba Guanghe's back, spreading rapidly.

The Archon-level Fire Master's ability could steal both tangible and intangible flames, the latter representing "temperature."

Duan Bangzhu stole the temperature from Tuoba Guanghe's body, freezing his internal organs. After succeeding, Duan Bangzhu immediately retreated, not lingering near Tuoba Guanghe.

Although Fire Masters were confident in close combat, it was a different story when facing a Grandmaster-level Ancient God of War.

"Crack, crack."

Tuoba Guanghe's body stiffened, his joints as if filled with lead.

Seizing the opportunity, Fu Qingyang, empowered by the song, transformed into a sharp sword light and rushed out, his sword pointing at Tuoba Guanghe's chest.

There was a crisp sound of hard shell shattering, and spiderweb-like cracks appeared in his steel-like muscles.

Tuoba Guanghe's eyes widened, and blood surged through his veins like rivers, dispersing the chill.

Just then, starlight lit up behind him.

Yin Yao Junzhu, who had been preparing for a long time, emerged from the starlight, with a deep, black smoke-like Yin energy rising behind her.

From the Yin energy, seals in the form of spiritual talismans rained down on Tuoba Guanghe's back, accompanied by thunderous drumbeats that had just dispelled the cold.

The number one martial artist in the Northern Territory suddenly felt sluggish, like waking up from a hangover, with a headache, dizziness, and difficulty in moving.

The feeling was not severe, but it was not light either, after all, the sealing talisman was one of the core abilities of the Spirit Inscription.

And the strength of the Bewitching Demon in the spirit body was mediocre, not as powerful as the Nihilist and the Day Wanderer.

Therefore, he was still affected.

Fu Qingyang flicked out a drop of blood, which shot towards Xiao Yuan in the air. This was Tuoba Guanghe's blood that he had secretly collected during their previous battle.

Xiao Yuan reached out and gathered the blood drop, guiding it onto the straw doll. The straw doll instantly transformed into the likeness of Tuoba Guanghe.

Then, she picked up the prepared yellow-background black-character spirit inscription and slapped it onto the straw doll's torso.

The straw doll trembled incessantly as black flames rose, and Tuoba Guanghe, whose mind was muddled, felt black flames ignite on his body. He let out a rare painful roar, as if enduring intense pain.

"Aha!" Duan Bangzhu shouted loudly, kneading a ball of blazing white fire in his palm, teleporting to Tuoba Guanghe's front, and slamming it hard into his chest!

Boom!

The violent explosion sent the level nine God of War flying. The swelling fire was like a miniature nuclear bomb, with a mushroom cloud rising to a hundred meters in the air. The shockwave rapidly spread, blasting away dust, corpses, and weapon fragments left behind by the war.

Tuoba Guanghe, with a large area of carbonization on his chest, instantly broke free from all negative effects with the "Bloodthirsty Rage" passive skill. After advancing to the Ancient God of War, it would undergo a qualitative change.

When subjected to a certain degree of damage, it would stimulate soaring fighting spirit,解除 all dizziness, imprisonment, freezing, and other states.

Fu Qingyang, the Zhisha Palace Mistress, Yin Yao Junzhu, and Duan Bangzhu simultaneously attacked Tuoba Guanghe from four directions.

Tuoba Guanghe formed hand seals, conjuring the Wisdom King Dharma Idol, transforming into a pitch-black, solemn Dharma body.

Suddenly, a mud-like substance flowed out from the top of the pitch-black Dharma Idol's head. The originally impregnable Dharma Idol was as if subjected to intense pollution, quickly becoming thin.

In the distance, Xiao Yuan smeared a layer of incense ash on the head of the straw doll, a method of the Filth Evil Spirit.

The four Archons' attacks landed on the Dharma body, causing it to shake violently. The already illusory body developed countless cracks.

"Roar!"

Tuoba Guanghe roared, the sound wave deafening, and the city wall hundreds of meters away cracked.

The eardrums of the four Archons ruptured simultaneously, causing nausea and interference.

Tuoba Guanghe dispersed the Dharma body. His eight arms acted strangely, using a long saber to parry Fu Qingyang's sword finger, a long spear to pierce Duan Bangzhu's chest, a long sword to stab the Zhisha Palace Mistress, and the other four arms to smash Yin Yao Junzhu to the ground. He then grabbed her wrists and ankles, and exerted force.

Yin Yao Junzhu's limbs made tearing sounds. At that moment, dense silk threads wrapped around, entangling Tuoba Guanghe's hands, feet, and body.

Tuoba Guanghe raised his sword-wielding arm, about to slash, when he saw that the beauty's eyes contained spring, her cheeks flushed, and her rosy mouth seemed to be the most touching delicacy in the world.

He felt a strong desire to possess, admire, and cherish her, and the long sword in his hand paused in mid-air, unable to slash down.

In that moment of hesitation, Yin Yao Junzhu turned into starlight and escaped her fate of being torn apart.

Three heroes fighting Lü Bu, no, four heroes fighting Lü Bu unfolded outside the city. Tuoba Guanghe, with three heads and six arms, was not at all at a disadvantage against the four. His eight arms struck in all directions, and facing the siege of the four Archons, he showed no sign of fatigue or decline.

The Ancient God of War was best at group battles. To him, four people were no different from one person.

On the other hand, in the Southern Dynasty camp, Fu Qingyang, Duan Bangzhu, and Yin Yao Junzhu suffered heavy injuries. The former had Insight, but could not dodge fist罡 explosions, sonic attacks, and so on.

The latter had insufficient level, and as a melee professional, was suppressed by the higher-level Ancient God of War, nearly losing her life several times, relying entirely on the Palace Mistress's abundant healing to bring her back.

"Dong, dong, dong!"

On the city wall, Zhang Yuanchu's cheeks streamed with bloody tears, and the blood from his nostrils and the corners of his mouth mixed, constantly dripping onto the cyan-black animal skin covered with patterns.

The battle had reached a fever pitch, and he did not dare to stop the drumbeats for a moment. At first, he could still complain in his heart, "Four against one and you still can't win? Are you trash? A mere level nine Ancient God of War, fighting for so long..."

Later, "Hurry up, hurry up, I can't hold on anymore! Can I take back that phrase about the Emperor guarding the nation's gate?!"

Later, his mind was filled with only, "Save the children!", now there were few thoughts.

He had not fallen into a semi-comatose state, relying entirely on willpower to drum, and he could fall into a coma at any time because of the severe pain of soul tearing.

Fu Qingyang, who had been paying attention to Yuan Shi's state, suddenly said, "Are you ready? Yuan Shi is about to collapse."

The Zhisha Palace Mistress's skirt suddenly exploded, and ten thousand green silks entangled Tuoba Guanghe, binding him into a zongzi.

Tuoba Guanghe surged his Qi and tightened his muscles, about to break the red threads, when suddenly he heard the sound of a baby crying from his abdomen!

Wah, wah, from weak to loud, Tuoba Guanghe's abdomen also continued to expand, turning into a pregnant woman in an instant.

From the beginning of the battle, the Zhisha Palace Mistress had been trying to make Tuoba Guanghe pregnant, but the gap between their levels was too large, and each time ended in failure.

But the power of pregnancy had been accumulating silently, and finally at this moment, Tuoba Guanghe's unpromising belly successfully bulged, and as the baby took shape, Tuoba Guanghe's power waned like the tide.