How powerful was this weapon that even the Celestial Balance formation couldn’t resist when it hit the ground? Words could hardly describe it, but from Feng Miaojun’s viewpoint, the impact site had completely collapsed. Not just people and buildings, but even the ground itself had disappeared, leaving only a massive crater over a hundred zhang in diameter and more than thirty zhang deep!

Dense smoke billowed, reaching the clouds. From a distance, it looked like a black dragon ascending to the heavens.

The entire city instantly fell silent. From the powerful cultivators to ordinary civilians, everyone was dumbfounded.

Feng Miaojun’s scalp tingled as waves of cold air surged through her heart.

The power of the Giant Spirit Cannon was terrifyingly immense!

Objects struck by it were directly annihilated. Even the most powerful beings of the current era would have no chance of survival.

Hit by this thing, one would vanish without even a moment’s awareness—whether it was her, Yun Ya, or the King of Yan, there would be no exception!

The northwest corner of Inzi City had originally been filled with workshops and commercial markets, always bustling with activity. Fortunately, since the Wei army’s approach, business had declined, and the area had already become deserted before the war began. With this shot from the Wei army that could annihilate both humans and gods, not just the formation, but buildings and city walls all vanished. The entire city was like a huge cake, with a large bite now taken out of its northwest corner.

Tens of breaths later, the bugle call for advance sounded from outside the city:

The Wei army, having waited so long, finally began to march forward. This time, there were no high walls ahead, no formations, no supernatural powers, not even half an enemy.

They would enter through the city’s wound and directly assault the Yao royal court!

Standing on the rooftop, Feng Miaojun exhaled a long breath, feeling a chill in her chest and lungs.

The greatest strength of the Celestial Balance formation was that it functioned as a whole—if any external force wasn’t enough to break the entire formation, then the Celestial Balance formation had no vulnerabilities. For this very reason, Feng Miaojun had thought Yun Ya had re-infiltrated Inzi City to destroy the formation from within, or to hold Princess Hanyue and her son hostage to force a surrender. She hadn’t expected that Yun Ya had no such plans at all!

She had forgotten Yun Ya’s temperament—how would he use the same strategy twice?

At this stage, his and Xiao Yan’s plan had shifted from the previous mysterious schemes to become domineering and fierce, directly challenging the Celestial Balance formation and emerging victorious!

Of course, Xiao Yan had used some tactics, such as first depleting the Celestial Balance formation’s defensive capabilities with ordinary attacks. People always harbor wishful thinking—seeing that they couldn’t break through the formation, the Yao people had let their guard down. It wasn’t until the third morning, when the Yao people’s willpower was at its weakest, that the Wei army brought out the Giant Spirit Cannon, achieving success with just four shots!

Now nothing could stop the Wei forces from rushing into Inzi City.

Feng Miaojun heard chaotic footsteps rising around her. Besides the terrified screams and crying of civilians, there was also the sound of Yao soldiers rushing to the front line. Amidst all this chaos, what Feng Miaojun wondered was:

How many more times could this Giant Spirit Cannon be fired?

And how many Giant Spirit Cannons did the Wei people have in their possession?

Even Inzi City, renowned for its defensive strength, couldn’t withstand four shots from it—New Xia would have even less chance.

Next, who would Xiao Yan use it against? The Yan army?

The shock waves from the explosion carried ash from the crater in all directions, like volcanic ash drifting down. Feng Miaojun rubbed her eyes, but the irritation wouldn’t go away. She knew that with these few shots from the Giant Spirit Cannon, the war between Wei and Yao was essentially decided.

Without a ruler and defenses, how much strength did Inzi City have left to resist?

As she was sighing, a weak voice came from her bosom: “Master, why are you troubled?”

She was startled, then overjoyed: “You’re awake?”

It was White Board, who had been silent for many days.

It had been struck by heavenly lightning in the Imperial Garden, severely injured, and had fallen into a deep sleep after holding on for a short while. Based on experience, such severe injuries would make it sleep for at least a few months to slowly repair itself. This time it had awakened after just four days—could it be that its cultivation had greatly advanced?

After all, that was heavenly lightning. When heaven decides to severely injure something, it wouldn’t just cause superficial damage.

It weakly said: “I think I just heard the male master’s voice?”

“…” Feng Miaojun’s lips curled as she glanced at Yun Ya, not picking up on this topic. “How are you?”

“Recovered seventy percent.” Before Feng Miaojun could interrogate it further, it admitted, “The metal you first fed me has strong healing abilities.” White Board’s special ability was that after consuming metals, it had a high chance of replicating their properties. Feng Miaojun knew it was referring to the metal fragments she had brought out from the Yaishan Lava Sea. The origin of this material was unknown, and even White Board, a metal expert, couldn’t tell what it was.

However, its early awakening was good news, giving her another powerful assistant.

White Board crawled onto her shoulder to stretch its body. Just as it was about to transform into an earring and attach itself, it suddenly sniffed and exclaimed in shock: “The male master is injured?”

“How do you know?” That fellow had been gone for a long time.

“There’s still a trace of blood scent remaining on the rooftop.”

“…Are you a dog? Your nose is so sensitive?” With such strong wind on the rooftop and an entire day having passed, White Board could still smell it.

Does this thing even have a nose?

“The male master’s blood has a very distinctive scent,” White Board seemed to sense her confusion. “I know it as soon as I smell it.”

“Then do you know where he went?”

White Board looked embarrassed: “That I don’t know. After all, I’m not a dog.”

“…” Anyway, Yun Ya’s whereabouts weren’t important now. The Wei army had secured victory, so he no longer needed to employ any tactics.

White Board, now also understanding the surrounding situation, said with concern: “It’s too dangerous here. Master, please leave quickly.”

Feng Miaojun ignored this, lost in thought.

Then, Chen Dachang also rushed over, asking if she would evacuate. With Inzi City breached, the Wei people had declared their intention to massacre the city. There wouldn’t be a single survivor left.

Only then did Feng Miaojun softly say: “Perhaps there’s still a chance.”

White Board and Chen Dachang both asked: “What chance?”

Feng Miaojun shook her head and said no more. Due to the Wei-Xia agreement, she couldn’t personally intervene to rescue Princess Hanyue, not even actively asking for help. But even in the most hopeless situations, there should be a glimmer of hope.

Shouldn’t there be?

Since she wouldn’t speak, the two didn’t dare to ask further.

Outside was chaotic with war, but this small courtyard seemed isolated from the world, out of place.

After less than half an hour, the sounds of battle from the west grew closer and closer.

Could this be heaven’s will? The light in Feng Miaojun’s eyes dimmed, and she finally sighed, saying to Chen Dachang: “Retreat.” So be it, perhaps it was heaven’s will.

Knock, knock, knock.

Just then, there was a knocking at the courtyard gate, carrying a hint of urgency.

Almost simultaneously with the sound, Feng Miaojun leaped to the ground. She opened the door to find someone standing outside who, upon seeing her, revealed an expression of wild joy:

“Your Majesty!”