Lü Bu's attacks grew increasingly fierce, and Wu Kui struggled to hold them back, but he was falling behind.

Besides the wound on his face, his right hand was also cut. A deep gash appeared on the back of his hand, exposing the bone.

There, blood and flesh were swirling about, tossed back and forth; it was impossible to tell how much blood had been spilled.

The lone wolf's back was already soaked in blood, though the black fur made it less noticeable. However, the strong metallic scent of blood could not be concealed.

They are everywhere, surrounding us, as if foreshadowing the inevitable end.

Despite being injured in many places, Wu Kui didn't feel much pain at this moment.

Compared to the pain in his body, the pain in his heart was more intense, almost making it hard for him to breathe.

During the time he fought the enemy general, he watched as his dwindling army was being surrounded and slaughtered by their overwhelming force. Too many had fallen on this unfamiliar ground.

In fact, by this point, Wu Kui had already understood that the battle that took place on Yànluò Mountain was over.

Whether it was the imperial army or the hundreds of thousands of troops I brought, almost all were wiped out.

This battle has resulted in casualties that even surpass the number of those who died when my father fought Qin Haotian at Chiyang Valley.

Thinking of the vows he had made at his father's grave when he set out from the Southern Border that day, Mu Kui felt a pang of sorrow in his heart.

The elder advised against going to war in the south, against making enemies of Beiliang and Qinze. However, I ignored his counsel and beheaded him instead.

For that "thought," hundreds of thousands of troops, almost half the barbarian forces, came here in a mighty wave, charging headlong into this exposed position, Yanlu Mountain.

Doomed hundreds of thousands to death.

These are the lives of hundreds of thousands of people! These years, the barbarians have been recuperating and growing stronger for several years before bringing out these fine young men. But now, I've lost them all in my hands.

The promises I made to my beloved warriors now seem like nothing but a joke. Not only can I not keep them, but I have even led them to their deaths.

"Bang!"

Fang Tianhua halberd swept in fiercely, but Wu Kui had already been unable to withstand it.

His palm was already bleeding, the straight Tiger-Striking Golden Spear was covered in bloodstains. With this shot, Wu Kui almost couldn't hold onto the spear.

"What? No more?" Lü Bu growled in a deep voice.

Wu Kui pursed his lips and remained silent.

"Then die!" Lü Bu roared, charging again with his halberd!

Fang Tian Hua Ji came swiftly, but Wu Kui's gaze pierced right through it. In his eyes, he saw a battlefield littered with corpses, those fallen soldiers...

One wrong move, and the whole game is lost.

Looking back now, whether it was the decision to venture south or to enter Yànluò Mountain, it seems I took the wrong path both times.

Perhaps as Qin Ze said, peace is hard-won and should be cherished.

If we hadn't made any mistakes at the beginning, so many people wouldn't have died.

Wukui raised his tiger-head spiked gold spear, determined to deliver one final, decisive strike.

"Hiss—"

The cry of the lone crane rose at this moment, before Fang Tianhua halberd had completely pierced through.

In the blink of an eye, it unleashed unimaginable power.

Tap tap

The four-legged creature stomped heavily on the muddy ground, leaving several deep hoof prints. It fled like a whirlwind, carrying Wukui with it.

With a yell, Fang Tianhua halberd thrust out empty. Lü Bu's eyes widened, and after a brief moment of stunned silence, he roared with rage:

"Chase!"

In fact, before the sound had fully faded, Chitu had already sprung forward with all four hooves.

The black figure in front dashed forward like a bolt of lightning, and then it was like a falling star being chased after.

Two horses galloped across the battlefield, faster and faster!

In the distance, Qin Ze stood with his hands behind his back outside the military camp, watching Lü Bu chase after Wu Kui. He couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

To be able to fight Lu Bu and his red rabbit, summoned by himself, to this extent... This mighty warlord Wu Kui and the steed under him are truly defying the heavens!

Whether it's Cha Yuanzhen encountered on the grasslands or Moke Ding in Xi'an, their individual combat strength pales in comparison to this new barbarian king who emerged from this barbaric land.

It's a pity that such a person chose to become their own opponent.

Just then, a man galloped towards them on horseback.

"My lord, this man has something to say! Let me wait a moment and kill him after. I'll bring him here."

Here comes Xu Zhu. The people behind him are covered in blood. At this moment, he lifts his face, which is as sharp as a cleaver or an axe, and looks at Qin Ze.

Qin Ze raised an eyebrow, and said in a deep voice, "Hmph, this is the second time we've met."

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Don't run away, Gungong.

It's over. I lost.

On horseback, Wu Kui wore a look of sorrow, gently tugging at the reins with his left hand.

But the lone crane seemed oblivious, running faster and faster. Blood flowed from its nostrils and mouth with increasing speed.

Behind him, there was already a patch of blood. And five or six paces away, Red Hare was galloping over.

Lü Bu on his back, his face full of rage, looked like a killing god!

Some barbarian soldiers were still alive. They saw Lü Bu chasing Wu Kui and rushed forward to stop him, but in the face of this enraged Lü Bu, who could stand against him?

With a single strike, he sent countless enemies to their deaths on the spot.

Meanwhile, Mu Kui at the front, hearing the screams from behind, felt both shame and anger. Finally, he let out a shout:

"Stop! I'm going to duel him to the death!"

He pulled hard on the reins.

But unexpectedly, the lone crane turned its head and bit down on the reins, even pulling with all its might.

"Don't run away, Gūhōng! Stop!"

"There's a cliff right in front of us, where else can we go!"

"I am the king of the barbarians, I should live and die with them! To die here is my best resting place!"

With a "thud," the roaring Wu Kui was struck by the rain.

The sun had set, casting the world in a dim twilight. But as if to mock the fading light, a gentle drizzle began to fall once more.

In this drizzling rain, the cries of battle were not as fervent as before. The fight had nearly come to an end.

Apart from Lü Bu, who was being pursued, Zhang Liao and the other generals were also galloping after him on horseback. Only Dian Wei stood there dumbfounded in the rain, watching them run.

"Good fellow, what kind of horse is this? It runs so fast!"

It seems my failure to kill this barbarian king earlier wasn't my fault, it was the horse's. He had good horses, and I didn't.

"Well, that's how it is. Dian Wei wiped the blood from his face and no longer felt angry about Lü Bu taking his opponent. He understood."

But ahead, even though Lu Bu was only a few steps away from Wu Kui, he couldn't catch up no matter what, making Lu Bu furious.

"Red Rabbit!"

Haven't you been eating well these days? How come you can't keep up?!

Chitu snorted, clearly displeased.

It had been running frantically from another battlefield, arriving here and continuing to run for several hours.

And at this moment, Lü Bu shouted, "Wu Kui! Where are you running to!"

"You are their commander, yet you flee in the face of battle! I had such high hopes for you!"

"Stop! Die by my hand and your name will remain untarnished!"

Though it was spoken, there were still no signs of stopping ahead.

Lü Bu was furious and shouted, "Throw me a bow!"

As soon as he spoke, the surrounding soldiers hurriedly threw down their bows and arrow quivers.

Lü Bu took it and drew an arrow from his quiver. He then strung his bow and nocked the arrow.

But—

He immediately lowered his bow, his eyes filled with astonishment.

—

Ahead, Mu Kui listened to the shouts of killing coming from behind him, but his heart was surprisingly calm.

He didn't even glance back.

The howling wind whistled past his ears, wetting his already dry hair. He kept his lips tightly closed, a stoic expression etched on his rugged face.

Ahead, is a precipice.

The lone goose was running, fleeing the battlefield with all its might. But it wasn't escaping to safety; it was racing towards a cliff.

"Oh..."

Finally, Wu Kui still let out the sigh he had been holding in his heart.

He lifted his head, his gaze piercing through the drizzling rain, projecting into the chasm ahead and the increasingly dark night.

Behind him, Lü Bu reined in Chitu, looking with some surprise at the lone rider and his horse galloping towards the precipice.

Zhang Liao also reined in his horse, but his expression remained relatively calm.

At the back, Dian Wei narrowed his eyes, placed his hand on his brow, and let out a cold snort: "I wondered what this was about. So it's just another suicide mission."

Outside the military camp, Qin Ze and the tiger general kneeling beside him were also looking into the distance.

Qin Ze's face was dark and heavy, silent. But the enemy general had bloodshot eyes, tears streaming down his face like rain, his bloodied hand weakly gripping the ground.

At this moment, the focus of almost everyone on the battlefield was drawn to the front.

"Hisssss"

Under a gloomy sky, amidst the falling rain, as the battlefield was heading towards silence, a heart-wrenching neigh of a horse echoed.

A black figure sprinted through the night.

A lone crane's beak bled, it leaped into the void.

At that moment, it was like a goose with outstretched wings, carrying Wu Kui out of the cliff.