"Fog Python Banner, go!"

With Zhao Qingshan's control, a large amount of fog surged out from the Fog Python Banner, transforming into dozens of giant pythons entirely composed of fog, spreading across the entire battlefield.

From a distance, strands of gray-white fog spread across the battlefield, continuously eroding the entire scene.

Enveloping hundreds of thousands of battling navy and rebels alike.

Zhao Qingshan sat cross-legged, focusing intensely, beginning to control the Fog Python Banner.

One by one, the fog pythons under his control turned into man-eating beasts, opening their fangs towards the navy soldiers on the battleships, fiercely biting them in half.

"Ah!"

"Monster! There's a monster!"

"It's not a monster! It's a cultivator...!"

"Quick, dodge...!"

Screams rang out continuously, with the addition of Zhao Qingshan, the Tuoba clan rebels' morale soared, soon stabilizing.

In contrast, the Imperial Court's army found their firearms ineffective against these fog-formed monster pythons, resorting only to evasion.

Fog pythons swam around, persistently seeking opportunities to kill the Great Yu Navy on the battleships.

Zhao Qingshan also specifically targeted the navy officers, from the Decurions, Captains, and Colonels to the Generals.

Once marked by him, those whose Martial Dao strength wasn't at the Innate Realm couldn't escape his assaults.

Even Grandmaster Realm martial artists couldn't hold out long under his fog python attacks.

On a mortal battlefield, a cultivator's presence is undoubtedly a devastating weapon, a complete dimensional strike.

"Qingshan, focus on locating the Great Yu Navy's command flagship."

Tuoba Qingtong glanced at the surrounding fog and instructed.

"Don't worry, big brother, even though I can only control the Fog Python Banner for a quarter of an hour, finding a mortal is really too easy."

Zhao Qingshan agreed, forming hand signs with both hands once more.

Amid the spiritual qi fluctuations, a dozen giant fog pythons were instantly dispersed, turning into many small fog pythons, flooding in all directions, searching for something.

Tuoba Qingtong also sat cross-legged around Zhao Qingshan, with a cyan flying sword floating in front of him, also waiting.

Beside the two, there are also over a dozen martial artists guarding, carefully observing the surroundings.

Deep within the navy camp, Meng Guang, with the help of binoculars and the lookout tower, continuously dispatched troops to encircle and annihilate the surrounding Tuoba clan rebels.

"General."

Tan Yunlong curiously said, "This time, the Tuoba clan's commander isn't Tuoba Jiang, it's so chaotic, a completely reckless playstyle."

Meng Guang nodded, "It seems that the person commanding the Tuoba clan rebels this time is probably one of those two Tuoba clan cultivators."

"Letting them command a naval battle is simply... self-destruction!"

Tan Yunlong laughed, "Isn't this our opportunity then..."

"Hmm? Such thick fog!"

"That cultivator has made a move!"

Meng Guang frowned, "Brother Bai, could you strike now, to kill those two cultivators?"

Beside him, Bai Feihu shook his head, "No."

"Lord Ma said when he entrusted me with that treasure, it's best to get within a thousand meters of that cultivator."

"We don't even know where that cultivator is now, how can we use that treasure?"

"I see... what a pity!"

Meng Guang's heart was bitter; with the addition of a cultivator, this battle undoubtedly became harder for them.

Sure enough.

The emergence of over a dozen fog pythons quickly tilted the scales of war.

Many soldiers were killed, and several warships were even capsized.

The entire Yunmeng Marsh lake water turned blood red.

And at this moment, the dozen fog pythons rampaging in the battlefield suddenly scattered, transforming into hundreds of tiny fog snakes, dispersing in all directions, roving through the battlefield.

This time the fog snakes didn't attack the surrounding soldiers but rather roamed among all large warships, as if searching for something.

Through the binoculars, Meng Guang quickly noticed this peculiar sight.

"What is this cultivator doing? Why isn't he killing people but instead manipulating these fogs..."

Suddenly, a fog snake swam onto his big ship, paused briefly after just skimming by, then unexpectedly turned back and charged towards their ship.

"Protect the General!"

"Protect the General!"

Shouts erupted, as several personal guards immediately shielded Meng Guang.

"Bang!"

"Bang bang...!"

The small snake bumped into the crowd but did not generate any killing intent; instead, it turned into a cloud of fog and dissipated.

"What's this...?"

The few exchanged looks, only Meng Guang seemed to realize something.

"This little snake... seems to be looking for someone?"

"Could it be... looking for me?!"

"Found it!"

On the distant Tuoba clan's large ship, Zhao Qingshan, who was initially sitting cross-legged with closed eyes, suddenly opened them, saying, "Big brother Qingtong, found it."

"In that direction!"

Zhao Qingshan pointed towards the three o'clock direction, quickly saying, "Approximately thirteen hundred meters away, a boat with a cyan base, red walls, and a triangular red flag."

"A large number of personal soldiers guard it, one of whom matches the image of Meng Guang transmitted by the clan."

"Leave it to me!"

Tuoba Qingtong said softly, slapping the deck with one palm, soaring into the sky instantly.

The blue flying sword radiated light, making Tuoba Qingtong look like an immortal, swiftly darting towards the center of the battlefield.

With a wave of his hand, the blue protective magical shield immediately protected him.

Numerous bullets and arrows shot towards Tuoba Qingtong but all were blocked by the wave-like protective magical shield enveloping him.

"An immortal!"

"There's an immortal!"

"Quick, shoot!"

Countless exclamations echoed, as many navy soldiers, already aware of the presence of immortals among the rebels, fired at Tuoba Qingtong as soon as they spotted him, aiming to kill.

Unfortunately, their attacks had no effect whatsoever on Tuoba Qingtong.

Tuoba Qingtong's figure swiftly sped across dozens of warships still engulfed in flames, passing by thousands of soldiers and rebels locked in fierce combat.

Neither side held back in the slightest, each strike spilling blood.

Tuoba Qingtong shot past, stirring up massive gusts of wind and waves.

"Meng Guang!"

Tuoba Qingtong muttered darkly, stepping down onto the flying sword, his eyes filled with fierce intent.

On the warship, Meng Guang and the others watched in shock at Tuoba Qingtong floating in mid-air. It was only then that he realized.

This Tuoba Qingtong was actually coming for him!

"Die!"

The flying sword suddenly swooped down, almost instantly slashing toward Meng Guang.

"General!"

"Big brother!"

"Quick, dodge!"

"Bang!"

"Boom!"

The flying sword chopped down, nearly slicing the entire warship in half.

The soldiers on the deck fell into the water one after another, drenching the sea with blood.

"Hmm? Is he dead?"

Tuoba Qingtong reached out with a gesture, and the flying sword flew back to circle around him as he gazed at the chaotic lake surface.

The massive warship had already been severed in two, tilting and slowly being engulfed by lake water.

Tuoba Qingtong quickly scanned the area and soon noticed something.

Meng Guang was not dead after all, being swiftly dragged away by two personal soldiers.

However, he was covered in blood, clearly grievously injured.

It seemed that when the flying sword came down just now, his personal soldiers sacrificed themselves to save him.

"Trying to run?"

"Not that easy..."

Just as he said this, he tapped the lake surface again, and the light of the flying sword burst forth, once more shooting toward the water.

At this moment, his mind suddenly registered something out of the corner of his eye.

On the half-submerged warship, a young man leaned against the mast, struggling to open a wooden box.

Simultaneously, he crushed a green jade bottle, allowing a drop of thick blood to fall into the box.

Amidst the chaos of the battlefield, a murmured spell escaped his lips.

"Qi Zhi Zhe Ge Su!"

"Buzzing…"

As soon as the incantation finished, a blood-red light suddenly shot out of the wooden box, tracing a thin crimson thread through the air.

Bai Feihu swiftly pointed at Tuoba Qingtong in mid-air, "Kill him!"

"Buzzing…!"

As soon as he spoke, the thin blood-colored thread streaked through the air, shooting towards Tuoba Qingtong at great speed.

"What the hell is that…!"

In that instant, Tuoba Qingtong was terrified, instinctively gesturing for the flying sword, which had already shot towards the lake, to urgently turn back and block the blood-colored thread.

But… it was too late!

The blood-colored thread reached him at a speed imperceptible to the naked eye.

The ancestral Cloud Dream Water Shield of his clan only managed to halt the blood-colored thread for a fleeting moment before it was pierced through with a pop, viciously biting into his neck.

"Puh!"

"Cough, cough cough…"

Tuoba Qingtong's entire body shuddered violently, reflexively clutching his neck.

But, thick blood and bone fragments were already spewing from his mouth, nose, and fingers.

The blood-colored thread instantly pierced through his neck, spinning relentlessly behind him.

"How… how is this possible…!"

He struggled to look back, only to see a finger-sized, spider-like red spirit insect with three pairs of wings on its back.

Then, his body went limp, and he plummeted down from the air.

"Puh!"

The first thing to fall was the flying sword in mid-air, followed by his own body, which crashed heavily into the water.

Only then did Bai Feihu react, panting heavily as he shouted, "Quick, retrieve that cultivator's flying sword and body."

"Quick!"

"Brother Qingtong has fallen?!"

At the outskirts of the battlefield, Zhao Qingshang, who was maneuvering the Fog Python Banner, jolted in shock.

He instinctively glanced towards the center of the battlefield, but could see nothing except chaos and towering flames.

"Damn it…!"

He sprang up, retracting the Fog Python Banner with a wave.

Without hesitation, he expanded his form, stepping onto the Fog Python Banner and swiftly flying southward.

His cultivation couldn't match Tuoba Qingtong's, and with Tuoba Qingtong fallen, what use did he have staying here?

Not long after he departed, a blood-colored thread flew to the spot, meticulously spiraling around for some time but finding nothing.

"Buzzing…"

The Blood Moon Gu emitted a series of buzzing sounds, then turned to attack the Tuoba Clan rebel warships.

Having been released just once, it definitely planned to feast substantially on the blood meals.

With the fall of Tuoba Qingtong and Zhao Qingshang's frantic retreat, the Battle of Yunmeng Marsh finally came to an end!

Three days later, the northern Yunmeng Marsh's waters stretched a thousand miles, filled with countless pallid floating corpses and viscous blood mingled with lake water, drifting continuously.

Fish swarmed eagerly, devouring the corpses voraciously.

The fish and aquatic creatures in Yunmeng Marsh had several hearty meals.

Meanwhile, the Blood Moon Gu drew a blood-colored line in the sky, flying distantly towards the direction of the Capital City.