The Huns dispatched three Grandmasters to encircle and kill Calvin Yang, plunging the entire garrison of Peace Pass into a sliver of despair.

Those were three Grandmasters. General Calvin Yang had no chance of winning against them alone.

"After nearly a month of defense, are we still going to lose?" General Edward Zhao revealed a bitter smile.

Great Wei was not without powerful warriors, nor did it lack Grandmasters.

But at Peace Pass, they only had Calvin Yang, a lone Grandmaster, holding the line.

All of this stemmed from the old Emperor of Great Wei being on his last legs, with the princes vying for the throne, and Calvin Yang unwilling to take sides.

The garrison of Peace Pass had been targeted for two and a half years.

Many resources were secretly withheld by those princes. Originally a full complement of fifty thousand Peace Army soldiers, only thirty thousand remained.

And now, with the battle nearing its end and Peace Pass on the verge of falling, the court still remained indifferent.

The garrison leaders of Peace Pass were filled with resentment towards the court at this moment.

"Soldiers, kill these Hun scum! Kill one and it's worth it, kill two and you've profited!" Sun Hao roared, no longer holding back, launching a frenzied battle against an Innate Martial Artist of the Huns, determined to fight to the death.

In the sky, Calvin Yang was struggling against three opponents, retreating step by step.

The garrison of Peace Pass began a desperate counterattack, fighting with the resolve to die, determined to take as many enemies with them as possible.

"Kill!"

The garrison of Peace Pass, fighting to the death, unleashed unimaginable destructive power. Their reckless fighting style instilled fear in many of the Hun soldiers.

Oliver Sheng was like a demon emerging from hell among the Hun forces, his Black Gold Battle Saber drinking Hun blood endlessly.

His battle robe was stained red, and around him lay countless fallen Hun soldiers.

Enemies below the Innate Realm were no match for him.

Ordinary soldiers couldn't withstand even a single strike from his saber.

In less than a quarter of an hour, over a hundred Hun soldiers had died by his blade.

The aura of blood fiend surged, the saber light glowed red, terrifying and peerless.

He was like a harvester of lives, leaving behind a trail of Hun corpses wherever he went.

Seeing Oliver Sheng's terrifying prowess, not only the Hun soldiers but even Colonel Lin, Colonel Zhou, and the Martial Colonel were horrified.

They saw that even a Postnatal Realm at Great Perfection expert among the Hun forces couldn't withstand a single strike from Oliver Sheng, making their scalps tingle.

What kind of monster was this guy? After a trip to the grasslands, his strength had transformed dramatically.

Killing Postnatal Martial Artists like slaughtering chickens and ducks, they were confident that if they faced Oliver Sheng, they would only meet their end.

"What kind of freak is this guy? His strength growth is terrifying," the Martial Colonel couldn't help but mutter.

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Before, Oliver Sheng was just a small soldier under his command.

Now, he probably couldn't withstand even one strike from Oliver Sheng!

Seeing Oliver Sheng slaughtering left and right, decapitating heads, the experts among the Hun army couldn't sit still.

An Innate Martial Artist from the Hun forces ascended the city wall to confront Oliver Sheng.

The Innate Martial Artist struck with domineering force, aiming to kill Oliver Sheng with a single palm strike.

Oliver Sheng killed a Postnatal initial stage expert with one strike, then faced the incoming palm strike from the Innate Martial Artist with a punch.

True Essence surged, his fist imprint shone like a blazing sun, carrying immense power, clashing fiercely with the palm strike.

"Boom!!"

The powerful collision erupted with a drum-like sound, and both men retreated five steps.

This was a pure clash of strength, power, and physique.

Martial Arts experts fought like this, with swords and sabers, fists meeting flesh, a pure contest of strength and power.

Xiu Tuyao looked at Oliver Sheng in astonishment. He had thought he could kill the opponent with one palm strike.

He hadn't expected Oliver Sheng's strength to be so formidable, not weaker than his own, and his physique was equally strong.

These performances were entirely beyond what a Postnatal Martial Artist could possess.

Breaking through to the Innate Realm allowed one to use Innate True Essence to nourish oneself, making one far stronger than the iron skin of Postnatal Martial Artists.

Yet Oliver Sheng, with his Postnatal Realm, was comparable to an Innate, which shocked him immensely.

"Indeed, a demon-level genius. No wonder he kills Postnatal Martial Artists so easily," Xiu Tuyao said, looking at Oliver Sheng.

"But no matter how demonic, without growing up, he's still just a dead man."

Oliver Sheng looked at his opponent with a serious expression. This person was an Innate Martial Artist, and not a newly broken one, with deep strength.

Facing an Innate Martial Artist, he had to take it seriously.

The gap between Innate and Postnatal was a significant chasm, an insurmountable divide.

Very few could reverse this and defeat an Innate as a Postnatal.

"Personally ending a Great Wei demon might be quite an accomplishment," Xiu Tuyao said, raising his fist to attack Oliver Sheng.

True Qi surged between his fists, blood energy swirled, and in the Innate Realm, True Essence could leave the body, possessing immense power.

Oliver Sheng swung his Black Gold Battle Saber, the blood fiend aura rolling, a result of his cultivation of the Blood Fiend Saber Technique and the blood fiend aura condensed from killing enemies.

"Bang!!"

Fist met saber, and Oliver Sheng was pushed back two steps. The True Essence of an Innate Martial Artist was immensely powerful and terrifying.

His True Essence had not yet transformed into Innate True Essence, so Oliver Sheng could only rely on his immensely strong physique and power to fight.

"Kill!!"

"Swear to kill the enemy!"

"Die with the scum."

"If the city stands, we stand; if the city falls, we fall!"

"Defend the homeland..."

The city wall was a scene of carnage, with garrison soldiers and enemies perishing together.

The garrison of Peace Pass, with a resolve to die, held the enemy at the city wall.

But there were too many enemies, and the garrison soldiers kept falling, dying under the Hun blades.

The reinforcements from the counties and prefectures were far inferior to the Hun forces.

Peaceful times had dulled their sense of danger.

The soldiers of Peace Pass were incomparable to those county and prefecture soldiers.

However, the garrison of Peace Pass had been severely depleted, and now, facing the overwhelming Hun forces, the garrison on the city wall was retreating step by step.

The Hun army pressed forward with twenty thousand soldiers, and more troops were continuously pushing forward, intending to break through in one fell swoop and bloodbath Peace Pass.

Hearing the shouts and kills from the city wall, the people inside the city looked towards the wall.

They knew the battle had reached its most brutal stage.

Once the city fell, Peace Pass would be trampled under iron hooves, and no one would survive.

"Mother, your unfilial son is going to kill the enemy." A man knelt before his mother, picked up the family saber, and headed to the city wall to fight.

"Under a fallen nest, can any egg remain intact? Brothers, let's go, follow me to kill the enemy." A small gang leader led a group of ruffians, resolutely heading to the city wall.

"The garrison has fought to the last man, now it's our turn." A blacksmith picked up a freshly forged battle saber and headed to the city wall.

"Wife, take the children and hide in the cellar, take good care of them." A man said to the mother and children before him.

"Daddy!"

Two children stared blankly at the man, but he resolutely picked up his saber and headed to the city wall.

In the city, strong young men and warriors with some martial skills were all heading to the city wall.

They, too, had a sense of patriotism and could wield a saber to kill the enemy.

In the sky, Calvin Yang was retreating step by step, struggling against three Grandmasters.

"Die, Calvin Yang!" A black-robed Hun Grandmaster struck Calvin Yang's back with a large palm.

The other two Grandmasters also used their killing moves, preparing to encircle and kill Calvin Yang.

"Old Wang, if you don't make a move now, I'm going to die." Calvin Yang suddenly shouted.

"Sigh, Old Yang, can't hold on anymore? I thought you didn't need my help." A voice rang out from within the city.

The three Grandmasters encircling Calvin Yang paused. Was there another helper?

The next moment, a figure stepped out from within the city, flying through the air like a phantom.

Wang Xuan, dressed in a dark black robe that fluttered without wind, with long flowing hair and a short beard on his chin, looked like a distinguished uncle.

"Stop showing off. If you don't make a move, I'm going to be killed." Calvin Yang repelled one Hun Grandmaster with his spear and turned to clash with another.

"They can't kill you!" Wang Xuan said, then swung his fist at a Hun Grandmaster.

"Grandmaster!"

"A Grandmaster expert, hahaha..."

"We also have a Grandmaster expert to support us."

Seeing the sudden appearance of a Grandmaster expert, the garrison leaders burst into laughter.

"Calvin Yang, I didn't expect you to have a backup plan and call for strong reinforcements." A Hun Grandmaster said, looking at Wang Xuan with a grim face.

"I knew you wouldn't give up, so how could I not be prepared?" Calvin Yang smiled.

"Old Wang, you hold off two, I'll kill this one first." Calvin Yang, wielding his Overlord Spear, charged at a Hun Grandmaster.

"Hey, hey, hey, that's not what we agreed on. I only agreed to hold off one Hun Grandmaster." Wang Xuan couldn't help but shout.

Calvin Yang ignored him, revealing his fierce might, determined to kill a Hun Grandmaster.

Seeing the sudden appearance of a Grandmaster expert to help, the garrison of Peace Pass felt their morale soar.

"Damn it, didn't they say Peace Pass had no reinforcements? What are the scouts doing? Why is there a Grandmaster expert in Peace Pass?" Left Wise King of the Hun army roared in anger.

He had seen hope of breaking through, but now, with the appearance of another Grandmaster expert, his hope was shattered again.