Commotion began among the Awakened of the Yuehua Guild. Their formation wavered slightly; some took a half-step back, while others' hands trembled as they gripped their weapons.

The County Soldiers of Qingmu County were even more panicked. Some cursed under their breath, some swallowed hard, and others instinctively looked behind them as if searching for an escape route.

Feng Qingyan's mouth hung open, but no words came out. Even Feng Qingshuang's brow furrowed slightly.

Su Yuehua's voice rang out across the city wall. It wasn't loud or rushed, yet every word was crystal clear.

"Yuehua Guild—form ranks!" Those agitated Awakened were jolted awake as if doused with cold water. One after another, they returned to their positions, gripped their weapons tightly, and looked up.

The formation became orderly once more. The disarray vanished, replaced by a gritted-teeth, forced composure.

Zhao Hu spoke as well, his voice steady like a hammer striking an anvil: "Beacon Guards—hold steady."

The two hundred and forty Beacon Guards remained motionless, their halberd tips pointed outward, silent as iron.

Watching the backs of the Beacon Guards, the panic of the County Soldiers gradually subsided.

Some took deep breaths, some gripped their spears tighter, and some whispered to themselves, "It's okay, it's okay."

The chaos on the city wall was quelled within two breaths.

The two Yellow Turban Channel Chiefs wasted no words.

They didn't even give the city wall a second glance. The one on the left raised a battle-axe and pointed toward Qingmu County.

The one on the right swung his arm simultaneously, letting out a low-pitched roar from his throat.

The catapults fired first. Twenty catapults launched at once, as massive stone boulders and green Explosive Potion jars cut through the night sky, hurtling toward the walls of Qingmu County.

Stone boulders smashed into the wall with a thunderous boom, shattering bricks and sending stone shards flying.

The Explosive Potion jars shattered against the battlements, erupting into clusters of green fire. Toxic smoke billowed out, choking the defenders and stinging their eyes shut.

Liu Ming waved his hand from the inner side of the wall, and the twenty catapults of Qingmu County responded.

Stone boulders whistled through the air, crashing into the Yellow Turban Army's formation.

Several catapults were smashed to pieces, and dozens of Yellow Turban soldiers were crushed into pulp.

Explosive Potions detonated among the enemy ranks, as green flames swallowed wave after wave of Yellow Turban soldiers.

The Yellow Turban Army began their charge. Five thousand men stepped forward simultaneously, making the earth tremble.

The yellow turbans formed a continuous mass like a mudslide, surging toward the west gate of Qingmu County.

siege towers were pushed at the very front, each twenty meters tall—roughly the height of the city wall.

Battering Rams were in the center, their heads plated in iron, sharp enough to pierce any city gate.

Infantry followed behind, their spears like a forest and their footsteps like thunder.

Two hundred and sixty meters. The thirty Crossbowmen on the arrow towers pulled their triggers simultaneously.

Crossbow bolts poured down like rain.

The Yellow Turban Strongmen charging at the very front were riddled with arrows.

Some took an arrow to the shoulder, some had one pinned in an arm, and some were hit in the leg, causing their steps to falter, yet none fell.

The yellow glow of the military array enveloped them. The three-hundred-point health bonus turned what should have been lethal hits into mere flesh wounds.

One Yellow Turban soldier was hit in the chest by a bolt; the arrowhead pierced his leather armor and sank deep into his flesh.

He looked down at it and furrowed his brow slightly.

He reached out, grabbed the arrow shaft, and pulled it out with a forceful yank. A small spurt of blood followed as he tossed the arrow aside and continued to charge forward.

Two hundred meters. Su Yuehua raised her hand and then lowered it gently.

The Archers of the Yuehua Guild and the County Soldier Archers of Qingmu County fired their arrows in unison.

The arrows were like a swarm of locusts, blanketing the sky as they poured down wave after wave.

Arrows struck the front-line Yellow Turban soldiers, pinning into leather armor, sinking into shoulders, and piercing through arms.

Some were hit in the thigh and limped, but they did not stop.

The yellow glow of the military array enveloped them; the three-hundred-point health bonus allowed these bodies of flesh and blood to endure an extra round of fire.

But there were too many arrows. The second, third, and fourth waves fell in quick succession.

Finally, some could no longer hold on. The Yellow Turban soldier at the very front was hit by three arrows simultaneously in the face and throat.

His mouth opened but made no sound as he fell flat on the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

Immediately after, a second fell, then a third; gaps began to appear in the front line.

The Yellow Turban Archers also began to return fire. Arrows flew onto the city wall; some defenders fell, others retreated with muffled groans, and some were dragged away by Medics.

But there were too many Yellow Turban soldiers. As those in front fell, those behind stepped over the corpses and charged on.

siege towers were set against the wall, their iron hooks biting into the battlements so firmly they couldn't be pushed off. 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝙬𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝒎

Battering Rams struck the city gate with a boom that made the entire gate tremble.

On the wall, Feng Qingyan could wait no longer. "Sister, you're too slow! Watch me burn them all!"

With a wave of her staff, a fifty-meter-long Wall of Fire erupted from beneath the city wall, engulfing the charging Yellow Turban soldiers.

The Wall of Fire stood between the city wall and the enemy army like a river of lava surging from underground.

The temperature of the flames was terrifyingly high, causing the very air to distort from the heat.

The Yellow Turban soldiers at the front were swallowed by the flames, falling with agonizing screams as their bodies burned fiercely.

The siege towers caught fire, the flames climbing up the wooden frames. The Yellow Turban soldiers on the ladders jumped down, breaking their legs only to be burned by the fire.

The Battering Rams were also set ablaze. Their iron-clad heads turned glowing red in the high heat, and their wooden bodies collapsed with a crash.

Before Feng Qingyan could even lower her staff, Feng Qingshuang had already raised hers.

She said nothing, merely giving a gentle wave.

Another fifty-meter-long Wall of Fire rose, standing parallel to her sister's, engulfing the Yellow Turban soldiers further back.

Two walls of fire burned side-by-side, cutting the battlefield outside the west gate in half.

The Yellow Turban Army's charging formation was completely shattered.

Those in front were burned to death, those behind couldn't get through, and those in the middle were blocked before the walls of fire, unable to advance or retreat.

The Yellow Turban soldiers who managed to struggle through the fire walls were left with a burn effect, losing ten health points per second for five seconds.

Their health bars were depleting slowly but steadily.

Tie Dun's mouth hung wide open, his eyes as round as copper bells. He looked at the two walls of fire, then at Feng Qingyan, then back at the ✪ Nоvеlіgһt ✪ (Official version) fire walls, repeatedly muttering the same thing: "So badass... so badass..."

Feng Qingyan laughed loudly, casting Flame Bursts even as she laughed.

Fireballs flew from her staff, accurately striking the Yellow Turban soldiers who had made it through the fire walls.

Boom! They erupted into clusters of flame, splashing onto nearby enemies.

There was a one-in-five chance to trigger a burn; the fires that had just gone out on those Yellow Turban soldiers started blazing again.

"Now you know how powerful I am!" she shouted as she fought, her ponytail swinging back and forth, her entire being like a ball of blazing fire.

Feng Qingshuang didn't speak, but her speed in casting Flame Burst was even faster than her sister's.

Fireballs flew from her staff one after another, each one landing precisely where the Yellow Turban soldiers were most densely packed.

The two sisters, one on the left and one on the right, were like two mobile turrets, harvesting the Yellow Turban soldiers who crossed the fire walls wave by wave.

Tie Dun watched from the side, dumbfounded, even forgetting to raise his shield.

The walls of fire burned for a minute before extinguishing.

The Yellow Turban Army had already rushed through that area.

Ladders were reset against the wall, iron hooks bit into the battlements, and the Yellow Turban soldiers began to climb.

The first Yellow Turban soldier to vault onto the wall was cut down by Zhao Hu's blade.

The second to climb up was run through by Meng Yi's halberd. Then the third, fourth, fifth—more and more.

The battle on the wall turned into a chaotic melee. Zhao Hu's bone-crushing greatsword swept through, sending heads flying.

Meng Yi, Bai Yi, and the others activated Spear Array: Cheval de Frise. Seven men stood in a line, halberd tips pointed diagonally forward, thrusting once every second to poke the climbing Yellow Turban soldiers off the wall in waves.

Shi Pojun activated Iron Wall Stance, his tower shield held in front while his battle-axe struck out from behind it, single-handedly holding a three-meter-wide section of the wall.

Tie Dun also activated Iron Wall Body, which passively increased his constitution and strength; upon activation, a shield layer covered him, making him like a hunk of iron as he knocked away one climbing Yellow Turban soldier after another.

Su Yuehua's Healing Spells never stopped for a moment.

Crescent Grace fell upon the wounded, instantly filling their health bars.

Silver Moon Shield was cast on the front-line warriors; the shields absorbed damage while also boosting healing effects.

Her voice echoed across the city wall, gentle yet firm: "Hold steady... do not panic... take them one by one..."