Chapter 285: Anomaly in the distance!

Hmph!

With a muffled grunt, Qian Dachong, horrified, discovered he could not stand firm, his body staggered, nearly falling.

However, Pei Yuanqing's offensive had not yet ended.

He took another deep breath, gathering all his strength onto the silver hammer, and unleashed his final strike.

「Ding! Pei Yuanqing's Triple Hammer Skill third strike activated! Martial power +6, current martial power rises to 129! 」

This strike seemed to carry the power to destroy heaven and earth, smashing fiercely toward Qian Dachong.

「Ding! Qian Dachong's Ferocious Effect skill triggered again, martial power +4, current martial power rises to 121! 」

Qian Dachong could not dodge at this moment; he could only brace against this strike.

However, at the moment the silver hammer collided with the giant axe, he felt an irresistible force transmitted.

The giant axe in his hand nearly flew from his grip, his body as if struck by a heavy hammer, and he toppled backward on his warhorse.

The cavalry on both sides, like arrows released from a bow, sped forth rapidly.

As the commander, he knew he must not panic, must steady the formation, and seek an opportunity.

However, Pei Yuanqing's silver hammer suddenly changed direction, striking his shoulder at an unimaginable angle.

Meanwhile, the main force of the Que Wang Army behind also slowly set off, soldiers marching in orderly steps, slowly advancing toward the Dragon Gate Pass ahead.

His gaze was like a torch, scanning every corner of the battlefield, trying to find an opportunity to turn the tide.

Pei Yuanqing seized the opportunity, his silver hammer pouring down like a violent rain, forcing Qian Dachong to retreat repeatedly.

With a command from Long Junzuo, the Que Wang Army began to swiftly adjust its formation.

He quickly went to support Qian Dachong, who was desperately struggling under Pei Yuanqing's silver hammer.

「Pass the order down, 」

At this moment, Long Junzuo stood before the formation, witnessing Pei Yuanqing's triple hammer heavily wounding Qian Dachong, and a chill spontaneously rose in his heart.

At this moment, he clearly realized the battle situation was developing in an unfavorable direction.

The heavy footsteps sounded like drumbeats, rhythmically striking each person's heart, creating a heavy sense of oppression.

Pfft!

Qian Dachong cried out in pain, spitting a mouthful of reverse blood toward the sky, his body swaying slightly.

The kicked-up dust spread in the air, forming yellow dragons that rolled across the vast battlefield.

A hint of worry flashed in his eyes, his brows furrowed, as if he could feel the shock from that heavy hammer strike.

He said in a deep voice to the orderly beside him, 'Change formation, spearmen at the front, archers in the rear, prepare to meet the enemy.'

On the battlefield, victory and defeat often lie in an instant.

They stood tall, their gazes firm, the spears in their hands flashing cold light in the sunlight.

His voice was firm and powerful, revealing an unquestionable authority.

At this moment, Long Junzuo was like a steady helmsman, stably steering the Que Wang Army's warboat through wind and waves.

He took a deep breath, striving to calm his racing heart.

Banners fluttered, swords and spears stood like a forest, and the clashing of armor and weapons gathered into a magnificent symphony.

Seeing the Que Wang Army advance like surging waves, a hint of regret flickered in Pei Yuanqing's eyes.

Although it was a pity not to inflict another heavy blow on Qian Dachong, he had no mind to linger in battle, knowing the fleeting opportunity.

Thus, he took a deep breath, suddenly increasing the force in his silver hammer; the twin hammers resembled two silver dragons rolling in the air, carrying a howling wind and thunderous momentum, as he launched a fierce assault on Qian Dachong.

Each move was lethal, forcing Qian Dachong to retreat repeatedly, leaving him no choice but to respond with all his strength.

Qian Dachong had just recovered from his overall weakness, seeing Pei Yuanqing's offensive surge like a tide, he hurriedly raised his weapon to meet it.

However, Pei Yuanqing's offensive was simply too fierce.

Qian Dachong felt his weapon almost shaken from his grasp, and his body involuntarily retreated several steps.

However, after successfully launching a few fierce attacks,

Pei Yuanqing did not entangle; his main task at this moment was to withdraw from the battlefield and return to Dragon Gate Pass.

Otherwise, the cavalry on both flanks of the Que Wang Army would catch up, making it difficult to return later.

Therefore, seeing the enemy already showing fatigue, Pei Yuanqing did not press the attack but turned his horse and galloped away.

His figure darted swiftly across the battlefield like a silver lightning, soon disappearing inside Dragon Gate Pass.

Qian Dachong watched Pei Yuanqing's retreating back, a lingering fear welling up in his heart.

Speaking reasonably, he had not been here for a short time either.

Before, he had also crossed blows with Pei Yuanqing several times.

But he had never seen Pei Yuanqing this fierce before!

Thinking this, Qian Dachong suddenly felt a bad premonition.

When things go awry, there must be a monster; Pei Yuanqing had not revealed himself for so long before.

This time, he definitely would not reveal himself for no reason.

Unless

They still have a hidden move!

Thinking of a possibility, Qian Dachong's heart suddenly felt a chill creep up.

Amidst myriad thoughts, Qian Dachong's unease grew stronger.

He looked around, seeing only the Que Wang Army still advancing steadily. War drums and shouts rose and fell.

Meanwhile, the defenders inside Dragon Gate Pass stood ready, and the tension between the two sides reached its peak.

On the walls of Dragon Gate Pass, Pei Yuanqing had also safely returned.

Standing silently on the rampart, his deep gaze fixed on the Que Wang Army below the walls and the distance!

At this moment, not far from the battlefield where the Sparrow King Army and Dragon Gate Pass were locked in fierce combat,

Dust rose as an army composed of multiple forces marched forward at an unprecedented speed.

Their armor varied widely: some were decorated with exquisite patterns, some were plain iron armor, and some soldiers even wore light leather armor.

Their target was precisely the Sparrow King Army that was currently besieging the city!

And from their armor it was obvious that this army was clearly a makeshift force hastily assembled from different factions.

But even though it was a makeshift assembly,

this army showed no sign of disorder; instead, it was orderly and silently marched toward Dragon Gate Pass.

Every person was tense, ready at any moment to join the impending battle.

One can see how elite this army is!

Sunlight filtered through the fluttering banners, casting a dappled glow upon the marching troops.

The soldiers' faces were filled with determination and fortitude, though they came from different places.

But at this moment, their goal was unanimous: to rush to Dragon Gate Pass as quickly as possible and join the already fierce battle.

Each soldier gripped his weapon tightly—whether sword, battle-axe, or bow—gleaming with a cold light.

It seemed to speak of their resolve to enter the battle.

The commanders, likewise wearing various armor, rode on tall warhorses; their armor was more ornate, and their surcoats fluttered in the wind.

Their eyes burned like torches, constantly monitoring the troops' progress while silently calculating the upcoming tactical deployment.

These commanders included veteran generals rich in experience and young, promising newcomers.

But at this moment they all displayed extraordinary leadership and decisiveness.

(End of chapter)