Chapter 374

Another Yellow Turban commander, seeing the situation was unfavorable, turned and tried to flee.

However, how could Sun Liu'er let him escape so easily?

Only seeing Sun Liu'er flash, he had already appeared behind that commander; the Follow-heart Iron Rod, like a spirit snake, coiled around the opponent's weapon, and with a hard twist, he wrested the weapon away.

Immediately, a light cyan surge of gang qi rose, and a kick sent that commander tumbling from his horse; the Follow-heart Iron Rod followed down, striking him dead in one blow.

At this moment, those Yellow Turban commanders' faces turned green; they watched in terror as these two top War Gods ran rampant, their hearts filled with despair.

Yet Sun Wukong and Sun Liu'er did not cease; the two swept across the battlefield like twin whirlwinds, and every strike sent someone crashing from their mount.

"Ah!"

A Yellow Turban commander let out a piercing scream; his chest was pierced through by Sun Wukong's Golden Cudgel, and his whole body flew off like a broken kite.

Immediately afterward, several more commanders fell in succession, their corpses strewn across the battlefield in various grim poses, as if narrating the brutality of this battle.

"Retreat! Retreat quickly!"

The remaining Yellow Turban commanders lost all will to fight, turning their steeds and fleeing to the rear.

Yet Sun Wukong and Sun Liu'er had no intention of letting them go; they pursued like cheetahs, each swing of the staff taking a life.

This battle had barely begun when it already drew toward its end.

These few commanders of the Yellow Turban army had already suffered heavy losses in a short time.

Yet Sun Wukong and Sun Liu'er grew bolder with each fight, their figures darting across the battlefield like two lightning bolts.

Watching the Sun Wukong brothers unleash their divine might at the battlefield's center.

Meng Zhang curled the corner of his mouth into a smile, slowly scanning each commander as if trying to see into their hearts.

"General Zhang, the front battle is unfavorable; what do you think? Will you step forward to reinforce and boost our army's might?"

Suddenly, his gaze sharpened, landing on a commander clad in black armor.

The named General Zhang felt a jolt; he knew his status had always been awkward in this Yellow Turban elite army, and being singled out by Meng Zhang was clearly a probe.

"I, the humble officer, am willing to go!"

He took a deep breath, clasped his fists, and said.

"Good! General Zhang is indeed brave. Then please lead your troops to the front to reinforce."

Meng Zhang nodded slightly, a satisfied smile appearing on his face.

"Here."

General Zhang responded and departed, though he remained inwardly wary.

With General Zhang's sortie, the Yellow Turban camp resounded with thunderous war drums and shouts.

General Zhang was named Zhang Wing, courtesy name Yunxiang, clad in a set of black qilin battle armor, like a phantom in the night, both dignified and mysterious.

He wielded a jet-black long sword named the Netherworld Sword, its blade faintly emitting a dark blue light, as if it could devour all light.

He rode a black warhorse named Black Wind beneath him, its hooves treading fire, eyes like lightning.

The Yellow Turban Army's war drums thundered, and Zhang Wing led his elite forces like a black torrent surging onto the battlefield.

His gaze was stern, quickly locking onto the Sun Wukong brothers at the battlefield's center, especially Sun Six-Ears, whose strength had not yet peaked.

"Black Wind, charge!"

Zhang Wing gave a low shout, urging his warhorse to accelerate the charge.

Black Wind neighed loudly, wind rising from its four hooves, carrying Zhang Wing straight toward Sun Six-Ears.

At the same time, the Netherworld Sword in Zhang Wing's hand began to condense a chilling murderous qi; where the blade pointed, even the air seemed to freeze.

Sun Six-Ears was engaged with other enemy commanders when he suddenly felt a killing intent approach.

He glanced sideways and saw Zhang Wing spurring his horse, raising his sword, charging straight at him.

"Hmph, good timing!"

Sun Six-Ears snorted coldly, flickered his form, skillfully shaking off his current opponent, turned to face Zhang Wing.

The two warhorses galloped and crossed on the battlefield; Zhang Wing's Netherworld Sword, bearing a fierce murderous qi, slashed straight at Sun Six-Ears.

Sun Six-Ears waved his iron staff, blocking Zhang Wing's deadly blow with an unimaginable angle.

"Clang!"

The sound of metal clashing reverberated across the battlefield, sparks flying.

A flicker of surprise crossed Zhang Wing's eyes; he hadn't expected Sun Six-Ears' reaction and strength to be so astonishing.

But he did not retreat; instead, his fighting spirit grew stronger.

He urged Black Wind to charge again; as the Netherworld Sword danced, its light poured toward Sun Six-Ears like a bolt of silk.

Sun Six-Ears was not to be outdone; his iron staff seemed to come alive in his hands, countering Zhang Wing with unimaginable angle and speed.

Their techniques were utterly different; Zhang Wing's swordplay was gloomy and ruthless, while Sun Six-Ears' staff method was fiercely unyielding.

"Excellent skill!"

Zhang Wing praised aloud, his form flickering, evading Sun Six-Ears' heavy strike with an uncanny body technique.

"You're not bad either!"

Sun Six-Ears replied, a provocative smile appearing on his face.

The two clashed again; as murderous qi surged, their figures moved swiftly across the battlefield.

Each swing of Zhang Wing's Netherworld Sword brought a chilling murderous qi, as if it could freeze everything; Sun Six-Ears' iron staff, like a soaring dragon, flew and leapt in the air, each strike carrying the force of thunder.

On the battlefield, sword shadows and staff winds wove like a net; each clash between Zhang Wing and Sun Six-Ears shook the surrounding air, soldiers watched tensely, holding their breath for the outcome of this duel of masters.

However, amid this battlefield thick with killing intent, before the Cangzhou Army's formation flowed a different feeling.

Vermilion Bird stood before the Cangzhou Army's formation, her eyes reflecting the battlefield's firelight.

At this moment, Vermilion Bird's fingers lightly stroked the legendary Vermilion Bird Heaven-Burning Bow beside her; the bow's red light merged with the warmth of her fingertips, as if telling an unknown tale.

Su Ye's gaze never left the battlefield, yet he could sense Vermilion Bird's every subtle movement, every flicker of emotion.

He slightly tilted his head, catching with his peripheral vision her fingers tightly gripping the Burning Heaven Bow, trembling slightly, revealing her inner tension and anticipation.

Lingguang, on the battlefield, victory and defeat are commonplace for soldiers; there's no need to be overly tense.

Su Ye called out softly, a bit helpless.

The opposing side only sent out a minor character; how could we possibly just play the Vermilion Bird bomb on our side?

On the Lu Prefecture battlefield this time, Vermilion Bird's first strike must at least take down a War God above level 107.

The one who came out now is still not worthy.

Vermilion Bird heard this, blinked slightly, then immediately understood Su Ye's intention.

She took a deep breath, slowly relaxed her fingers that had been tightly gripping the Burning Heaven Bow, and slightly tilted her head.

"I trust you."

Vermilion Bird's voice was low and firm, her eyes flashing with endless trust and reliance on Su Ye.

Su Ye felt the warmth of that soft little hand in his, and a warm current surged in his heart.

He turned his head to look at Vermilion Bird, a hint of indulgence and gratitude flashing in his eyes.

"Stay calm, Lingguang."

Su Ye's voice was low and powerful, as if it had some kind of magical power that instantly calmed Vermilion Bird: "The moment hasn't arrived; wait quietly for the right opportunity."

(End of chapter)