"Victory and defeat are commonplace for warriors; let's go!"

Then the Zhen Country samurais looked at each other, shook their heads, and reached out to take the Green Phoenix Banner from his hands.

"No, Yingzhou is our home."

"Brother Huan, you are capable; you should leave."

"Save yourself to defeat the rebel army; we'll cover your retreat."

"You all, I will avenge you!"

Perhaps the first time choosing to flee makes it easier the second time.

After a moment of hesitation, Huan Tianyuan finally gritted his teeth, rode alone, and abandoned the city.

Riding alone, without looking back, he followed the blood-like rushing Ying River, leaving the battlefield.

Quickly, behind him, tens of thousands of troops formed into battle, blood flowing like a river, the brave warriors in iron armor storming the camps, breaking into the city one after another, crossing the battlements, and climbing over the city walls.

Amidst the clamor and slaughter, the deafening roar of chaos, Yingzhou's city gates were smashed and toppled, the army in iron helmets poured in, breaking through the city and slaughtering mercilessly.

The Yin Mountain Eighteen Riders led the charge! The Tenglong Middle Lang General followed closely! Rushing straight into the General Mansion within Yingzhou City! From afar, they saw the towering four-zhang-high Green Phoenix King Banner! They immediately rushed into the mansion, vying for the first merit!

With a single cut!

The flag fell! The city fell!

"Boom!"

The next moment, a violent explosion destroyed everything, fire burst forth like magma, spewing out like countless fire snakes, engulfing the entire city, engulfing soldiers fighting fiercely on the streets and city walls, igniting armor and clothes, reducing them to unrecognizable ashes and stains.

Then, in the light that pierced the sky and earth, from the treasury of the city lord's mansion, a golden-red stream of steel erupted like a fountain. Like a ferocious and wild red dragon, spewing smoke and fire, it soared into the sky, bursting and scattering, scorching the battlefield and igniting the atmosphere.

Everywhere, the wailing souls, torn bodies, all remnants and ashes were blasted apart and blown away, and then a storm of deadly aura, concentrated and swirling, filled the vacuum created by the explosion.

Finally, like a tornado, it enveloped and refined that unparalleled weapon, forged on the battlefield.

And so Tie Dan opened his eyes, stood atop the walls of Yingzhou City, watched the sunrise and sunset, overlooking the army still in dreams below, counting with his fingers,

"Thus, it has been quenched nine times."

The Five Elders, "Wow..."

Tie Dan shrugged, swung the Heavenly Cover Ruler, and struck the war drum "boom boom boom" three times again.

One strike initiates the array

One strike kindles the furnace

One strike quenches the sword

Refine the tenth turn! Repeat the purification! Endless enhancement!

"Hiss... just in a single day, it's been refined to the tenth turn! Such efficiency is too high!"

"Impressive, impressive..."

"Uh, no, Fellow Daoist Tie, do you want to continue refining?"

"What's the rush! Don't disturb others!"

"No, I'm just worried that if the strengthening stacks too high, the difficulty might suddenly rise, and it could get overwhelmed!"

"Yes, and can this Primordial Spirit Furnace really sustain so many turns?

Young friend, don't push yourself too hard, if you're tired, I have a Fetus Nourishing and Calming Pill here."

"Thank you."

Tie Dan crunched the calming pill, looked at the army outside the city awakened by the drumbeat, lined up and ready for a new round of battle, shrugged,

"No worries, so far the operations of all arrays are according to calculations.

Besides, it's not me maintaining the Primordial Spirit Furnace, it's that they refuse to wake up.

Since they're indulged in slaughter and cannot extricate themselves, then keep refining."

The Five Elders, "Not you maintaining it?????"

Tie Dan had nothing to hide, pointed to the groups of fleeing, armor-discarding, horse-riding, escaping Captain commanders.

"I've already said, my sword is just in the initial forge, when it comes out of the furnace, offering a few destined for the disaster is enough to hone it. There's no need to start with sacrificing hundreds of thousands of blood sacrifices.

This array imposes no constraint; it merely refines and quenches the sword using the killing aura emitted from their dreams. Therefore, although mortals cannot remember past life dreams, those who've lost their soul and nerve in endless slaughter are useless to my array, so why would I forcibly restrain them?

As long as they escape the war zone before the city falls, they can free themselves from the cycle of carnage and reincarnation. And if too many leave the battle, making it impossible to continue, with insufficient concentration of killing aura, I naturally won't refine anymore.

As it seems now, the Zhen Army's morale isn't scattered, despite being wiped out nine times, there are still those who can hold the city, perhaps a few more rounds of battle could be fought. So let's continue."

"I see."

The Five Elders calculated together.

"The rebel army has been on a winning streak, their spirits high, at their peak state, coupled with a lifetime of military experience, best at driving fierce battles; even without eating or drinking for three to five days won't matter, naturally they can keep fighting continuously. Not to mention just ten turns, they could go for twenty or thirty more."

"Although the Zhen Army has continually faced defeat, a large group has lost heart and collapsed. However, with sheer numbers and the middle and high-ranked officers fleeing, the lower soldiers have no escape route; behind them is their homeland, all they can do is grit their teeth and hold on."

"But ultimately, constantly being killed and tortured in dreams will lead to a collapse in morale. I fear when it reaches the end, an unstoppable collapse could occur, draining them dry, turning them into cowards unable to wield weapons, unable to battle."

"It's not to say that without this array, these soldiers would have been massacred in the initial encounter, died on the battlefield, becoming ghosts under the blade. The young friend merely let them foresee their inevitable fate, even giving them the chance to defy fate, which even if they save just one life, is a great kindness, what more could one wish for?"

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