The Siege of Black Moon Fortress

Chapter 16: The Siege of Black Moon Fortress

The night sky burned red with the glow of approaching torches. From the fortress walls, Leon watched as an army of cultivators gathered below—a sea of armored warriors bearing the insignia of the Azure Sky Sect, the very sect that had once cast him aside. Their banners fluttered in the cold wind, and their killing intent was suffocating.

The Black Moon Fortress stood on the edge of a desolate cliff, surrounded by jagged mountains. Once a rebel stronghold, it was now Leon's only refuge. He had sought out the Black Fang Mercenaries, a group of outlaws and exiled warriors, to form an alliance. They had been reluctant at first, but after witnessing his strength, they agreed to fight.

But now, the enemy was at their gates.

Leon's grip on Abyssal Fang tightened. He had come too far to fall here.

The Azure Sky Sect's Wrath

A thunderous voice rang out from the enemy ranks.

"Leon Voss! You cannot escape your fate! Surrender now, and your death will be painless!"

The sect had sent Elder Ziran, a ruthless mid-stage Sky Realm cultivator, to lead the assault. Behind him, an army of over three hundred cultivators prepared for battle, their auras merging into a crushing wave of power.

Leon's eyes narrowed. This was no mere hunt. They wanted to erase him from existence.

"Seems they're taking me seriously now," Leon muttered.

Beside him, Crimson Lotus stepped forward, her crimson robes billowing in the night wind. A dangerous smile played on her lips.

"Good," she said. "I've been waiting for a chance to burn them all."

Leon glanced at her. Ever since his escape from the ruins, she had been by his side, her past still a mystery. But here, facing the sect that had wronged them both, her eyes burned with something more than just vengeance.

"Stay close to me," he said.

She smirked. "Worried about me, Leon?"

He said nothing. He was worried—but not just about the battle. The closer they grew, the more dangerous their bond became.

Preparing for War

Inside the fortress, the Black Fang Mercenaries gathered. They were not noble warriors; they were killers, deserters, and those with nothing left to lose. Their leader, Garrik , a towering brute with silver scars across his face, addressed them.

"The Azure Sky Sect thinks we're weak," Garrik growled. "They think they can take our heads and mount them on their walls! But tonight, we show them what it means to fight like Forsaken!"

The mercenaries roared in agreement, slamming their weapons against their armor.

Leon stepped forward. This was his war now.

"We are outnumbered," he said. "But numbers mean nothing against those who refuse to die. They expect us to beg for mercy."

He let his killing intent wash over them, and the air grew heavy.

"We will give them none."

A war cry erupted through the fortress. The siege had begun.

The Battle Begins

The enemy attacked in waves. The first assault came like a thunderstorm, Qi techniques lighting up the battlefield, swords clashing against reinforced walls.

Leon leaped from the ramparts, cutting down the first cultivator in his path. Void Requiem flared to life, and his blade devoured the enemy's lifeforce, his wounds healing in an instant.

Crimson Lotus moved beside him, a blur of red petals and flashing steel. Every strike she made was precise, severing throats and carving through enemy ranks.

"Don't fall behind, Leon," she teased.

He didn't reply. He was too focused on the battle.

Above them, Elder Ziran descended like a meteor, his spear crackling with golden lightning.

"Your sins end tonight, Forsaken!"

Leon raised his sword. The real battle was about to begin.