This vast Yansuo Mountain, after experiencing several days of dense fog, two days of strong winds, and now this downpour, the air that should have become fresh is even more polluted.

That's because the smell of blood is too strong.

Just as the blood, now staining Wukui's side, flowed through those broken bodies that fell like leaves.

It was evening, and after the rain, the temperature seemed to have dropped a bit.

The scarlet blood that had just been splashed from the body, even on the surface could be seen floating a thin layer of white mist.

"Ah—"

Wukui's face contorted with rage as he opened his mouth and let out a heavy plume of white breath.

The lone horse beneath, with its four hooves pounding the ground, darted through the incoming hail of arrows. It let out heavy breaths along with its galloping pace.

On this chaotic and intense battlefield, the shouts of men and the neighs of horses blend together.

The iron arrow pierced through armor, embedding itself into the shield. The sound of impact mingled with the cries of the fallen, a chorus accompanied by blood mist and the white breath expelled from the soldiers' mouths.

Like mist and smoke, like a dream and dust.

With his temples streaked with white, Dan Yi watched in horror as people around him collapsed rapidly, their anguished cries echoing through the air. The stench of blood filling his nostrils clouded his mind.

With a *thud*, an iron-fletched arrow shot from the front, striking a soldier who hadn't yet secured his shield.

The thick arrow pierced his chest, and he collapsed backward with a crash, taking down a soldier behind him who also tumbled to the ground.

But luckily, the people behind him held him up.

Dan Yi watched the soldier almost fall into his arms, but what he felt in his hand was only wetness.

He lowered his head and saw the pool of blood in his hand. When he looked up, he saw the soldier's face as white as snow.

A profound sense of grief overwhelmed him in an instant, and he roared with a cry that sounded almost like the bellow of a wild beast.

"Damn it! Charge with me!" Another warrior, Wu Rui, flushed red and galloped forward with his troops.

As for that Wu Kui, he had already taken a group of shield soldiers to the front. If they even couldn't see the enemy's face before dying on the road, it would be a great shame!

Bleeding is not scary, what's scary is dying in such a suffocating way!

Wukui, enraged, rode on his solitary crane, nimbly weaving through the arrows. He held a tiger-fanged gold spear, wielding it with fierce power. While other soldiers dodged the iron-tipped arrows like venomous snakes, Wukui effortlessly deflected them.

That lone crane was even more nimble, its pitch-black body like silk weaving through the hail of arrows, dodging every single one!

A moment later.

A deafening roar echoed through the mountain range, its sound like thunder and lightning, shaking hearts to their core.

Even the horses outside the camp were startled.

That was a roar from Wu Kui.

"Qin Ze!!!"

I'm coming for your head!!

With that roar, Mu Kui rode his horse, leading a squad of soldiers charging out of the mountain path!

At this moment, Wu Kui's face was contorted in rage, his beard bristling, and he resembled a ferocious beast ready to devour its prey!

Behind him, were Single Meaning and Martial Sharpness, both of them with faces full of anger. Especially that Martial Sharpness, he held a pair of iron hammers, and roared out:

"Come! Die!"

Before Qin Ze could even speak, Dian Wei's face darkened. His eyes narrowed, and he spoke in a deep voice:

"My lord, I..."

Before he could finish his words, Qin Ze spoke directly: “For those who are about to die, send them off.”

With a single command, all the generals immediately clasped their fists and said, "Yes, my lord!"

Qin Ze's eyes swept over Dian Wei, Dian Wei understood and silently strode out.

The sky was dark and lifeless, while a chilling wind swept across the ground.

Both sides surged forward, swords and spears like forests reaching for the sky!

Looking at the enemy general charging forward, Mu Kui could no longer contain the anger that had been brewing in his heart for a long time. His body was already hot with anticipation!

Coming here, if you don't kill the enemy to your heart's content, how can you honor those who died!

"Death!" roared Wu Qicai, riding his horse frantically, charging into the crowd.

And facing them in battle were Zhang Liao, Zhang Yi, and Wang Ping, who had just returned.

Behind him, Xu Zhu galloped on horseback, while Dian Wei lagged behind, shouting anxiously:

"Wait for me! I'm going to kill them!"

Soon, Gūhōng was already carrying Wǔkuí to the front!

Zhang Liao's face was as heavy as water, his hand tightly gripping a crescent-shaped halberd. He had already fought with a ferocious barbarian general earlier, that enemy general was not his opponent, but he was certainly no slouch.

When I finally faced that person, they fought recklessly, intending to kill themselves along with me. Luckily, I had prepared for this beforehand. If I had underestimated them, I might have been stabbed.

But the barbarian king, Wu Kui, who came riding on horseback before them, was clearly much more imposing than an ordinary person!

For this reason, he dared not be the slightest bit careless.

And Zhang Yi and Wang Ping on the side were also like this, both holding their weapons tightly in their hands, fully prepared.

In the blink of an eye, the swift black horse was already before them, followed by a furious spear strike!

The shot came too fast and too fierce, hitting Wang Ping head-on!

Although Wang Ping was prepared, he didn't expect Wu Kui to attack so quickly. He immediately swung his spear to meet the attack!

"Boom!"

Two spears clashed, like needles against wheat stalks, with a resounding boom!

"Jing!"

A buzzing sound came from Wang Ping's spear, his face changed drastically, he felt a numbness in his tiger's mouth, and his body involuntarily leaned backward, almost falling!

While that was happening, Mu Kui had already launched his second spear!

The gun shot out like a dragon, and the moment a gust of wind sounded, a chill blade arrived.

At the critical moment, a long spear from the side swung out and heavily landed on the shaft of the Tiger-Drilling Golden Spear.

The one who came to the rescue was not a stranger, but Zhang Yi himself.

But, that tiger-crouching, gold-plated spear suddenly changed its move, transforming a thrust into a sweep, and altered its direction to strike Zhang Yi's spear.

Zhang Yi only felt a force weighing a thousand jun coming in like a tidal wave. He grasped his guns with both hands, barely managing to steady himself, but his arms still involuntarily throbbed with pain.

A loud shout came from the side: "Come, I'll be your opponent!" Zhang Liao came wielding his crescent-blade halberd.

Seeing him arrive, Wu Kui roared angrily: "Come!"

As the voice fell, the lone hawk had already galloped away on horseback. Wu Kui's face flushed red, and he suddenly shot a spear at Zhang Liao!

Zhang Liao's expression remained unchanged, and with a single halberd thrust, he launched his attack.

With a bang, a spark flew from the blades!

Zhang Liao only felt a tightness in his palm, and his arm trembled slightly, "This man, such great strength!"

But in the next instant, Wu Kui had already swung another gun!

This shot, like a dragon emerging from the sea, with fierce winds resembling blades in the cold wind, came with overwhelming force!

Zhang Liao gritted his teeth and swung his halberd...