The trapped camp quickly slaughtered the group of defeated soldiers. Gao Shun wiped the blood from his knife and surveyed the direction of Beidaying. The northern camp housed nearly 200,000 defenders.
"Leave 20,000 men to guard the four city gates and prevent any escapes!" Gao Shun ordered.
"The rest of you, follow me into the city to support the Dragon Cavalry!"
"Kill them all!" Gao Shun commanded with a grim smile.
With 200,000 defenders in the city, he was confident that they could be overwhelmed easily.
Inside the city, the Dragoon Army had already breached the northern camp several times. The ground was drenched in blood, and mutilated corpses were scattered everywhere, trampled by the cavalry's hooves.
"Yuan Zuozong didn't leave any scraps for me," Gao Shun muttered, unimpressed. While the sight of so much carnage might unsettle others, it was nothing new to him.
He observed a few scattered, broken soldiers trying to flee and decided to eliminate them without hesitation. Even the smallest of prey was worth the effort.
On the camp wall, as the defenders were overwhelmed, their high-ranking generals realized that the situation was hopeless. They had no intention of continuing the fight and were already considering retreat.
"General Chen, take care of yourself!"
"All Imperial Guards, retreat now!" the Forbidden Army generals ordered, abandoning any pretense of resistance. With the camp walls breached and no chance of victory, staying meant certain death.
Chen Jinzhu, enraged by the thought of others fleeing, shouted, "Let's see who dares to leave!"
He was furious that his subordinates were attempting to escape without him. As he ran towards the city gate, he found himself directly confronted by Gao Shun.
"Ha! Big fish!" Gao Shun exclaimed upon recognizing Chen Jinzhu and his entourage. The prospect of killing a general was far more satisfying than slaying ordinary soldiers.
"Get out of the way! Don't block the road!" Chen Jinzhu shouted, launching a desperate palm strike at Gao Shun, trying to clear a path to escape.
Gao Shun chuckled, unimpressed. "You're brave, but not enough to challenge me."
Gao Shun's aura intensified, forming a visible energy tide in the night sky. Chen Jinzhu was startled, realizing he was up against another semi-saint.
His face turned pale. He had been charging into danger blindly, unaware of the true threat. Panicking, he abandoned his attack and slid to his knees.
"Please spare me, senior! I promise I won't cause trouble again!" Chen Jinzhu pleaded, his voice choked with fear. "I'm willing to serve you in any way if you spare my life!"
Chen Jinzhu's guards, equally terrified, fell to their knees and begged for mercy, their resolve shattered.
It wasn't surprising. Cultivating to the level of Emperor Wu or Zong involved decades of dedication, and no one wanted to die before their time. The higher one's cultivation, the greater the fear of death.
Gao Shun, following Orion's orders, found the scene amusing. "Interesting… But you should have been more cautious and avoided crossing paths with people like me!"
Without further hesitation, Gao Shun's sword cleaved through Chen Jinzhu and his guards, reducing them to pieces.
Chen Jinzhu's eyes widened in shock and despair. He never lived to see the arrival of City Lord Jiang, whom he had pinned his hopes on.
The battle, involving hundreds of thousands of defenders, ended in just half an hour. The northern camp's defenders were all slaughtered.
...
In Beiyang City, Orion's system notifications rang out:
[Ding! Congratulations to the host for killing 367,893 enemies! Rewarding 8,233,400 luck points!]
[Ding! Congratulations to the host for winning a major battle and annihilating the enemy army, receiving 500,000 luck points!]
[Ding! Congratulations to the host for capturing the main city of Yizhou, rewarded with 500,000 luck points!]
As Beiyang City fell under Orion's control, his luck points surged to 9.24 million. He smiled at the prospect of more rewards.
"It seems the northern camp battle is over," Orion mused. "Quite the haul!"
He was thrilled with the result. Facing the Dragon Cavalry Army and the trapped camp's superior martial skills, the defenders were easily overpowered.
Staring at his luck value, Orion's excitement grew. The amount was enough for nine holy-level draws.
However, Orion was more interested in the emperor-level lottery. "I wonder what rewards the Emperor-level lottery holds."
With 10 million luck points required for an emperor-level draw, Orion was tantalizingly close, just under one million points short.
"Damn it…" Orion grimaced, realizing he was so close yet still short.
"Xu Zhu, come here," he called out.
"What is your command, Lord?" Xu Zhu asked eagerly.
"Go and kill a few people for me," Orion instructed.
"Ah?" Xu Zhu was momentarily stunned. "Who do you want me to kill?"
The opportunity was too tempting for Xu Zhu. He was eager to comply, regardless of who the target might be.
Orion considered, glancing at Jiang Shicheng, who was nearby. "The value of an extreme peak half-saint should be worth more than 700,000 luck points."