The clash of war shook the mountain valley.
Sect cultivators threw wave after wave of spiritual attacks against Azure Ruin’s defences. Arcs of coloured energy hammered ash‑stone walls. Soldiers tried to scale the ramparts. Valley fighters fought back. Ash clouds blinded attackers. Raised stone spikes tore through enemy ranks. Shared mist‑power lashed out from many different positions.
The suppression relics kept firing their draining light. They weakened sections of the shield, yet they could not shut it down completely. The divided power frustrated their design. Still, the relics took a toll. Every warrior holding a fragment felt cold ghost‑whispers grow louder in their minds. They had to struggle constantly to hold onto their own sense of self.
Casualties mounted on both sides.
Some sect fighters fell. Some defenders inside the valley were wounded. Healers rushed between positions, tending injuries. Civilians huddled underground, listening to the thunder of battle above, terrified yet hopeful.
The high council elders watching from the rear grew frustrated. Their plan to simply erase the domain power had failed. They changed tactics. They ordered elite assault squads to search for smaller, hidden mountain paths. Secret narrow trails that could bypass the main fortified gates. If they could sneak forces inside the valley from behind, they might break the defence from within.
Scouts on the mountain peaks spotted these flanking movements. Warning shouts rang out. Lin Yue quickly redirected part of his force. Small fast‑moving defence groups rushed to guard those little‑known back routes.
Fierce smaller fights erupted along cliffside trails. The war was no longer only at the main gate. Danger threatened from many directions.