Chapter 375: with translation of chapter title

Zhu Que blinked slightly, she turned her head to look at Su Ye, a hint of doubt flashing in her eyes.

"Why is this?"

Zhu Que asked softly, her voice full of puzzlement and curiosity.

"Ling Guang, do you know that within the Yellow Turban Army, besides Meng Zhang and Niu Mo Wang, there is also a force not to be underestimated?"

Su Ye smiled faintly, he took a deep breath and slowly explained the reason.

Zhu Que nodded, as one of the few in the Cangzhou Army who knew Meng Zhang's identity.

She had naturally heard of the existence of the behind-the-scenes manipulators of the Taiping Sect, and the fact that they controlled part of the Yellow Turban elite forces.

"These manipulators, in order to check Meng Zhang, specially invited a person of considerable background," Su Ye continued.

"His appearance has hindered Meng Zhang's plan to control the army. And we intend to give this background figure an unexpected strike."

Upon hearing this, Zhu Que's eyes flashed with a glimmer of understanding.

Having understood Su Ye's intention, he had been waiting for the best moment to let Zhu Que's arrow unleash its maximum power.

"Meng Zhang has already secretly discussed with me; we will coordinate inside and out to deliver a fatal blow to that shield sent by those rats."

Su Ye's voice carried a hint of ill intent: "Your arrow will be our surprise for him."

Su Ye had already been in secret contact with Meng Zhang inside the opposing Yellow Turban Army even before entering Lu Zhou.

Knowing that at this time, within the Yellow Turban Army, aside from Meng Zhang and the nearly 200,000 elite Yellow Turban troops under his command of the Heavenly General Niu Mo Wang,

another part of the Yellow Turban elite forces is also under the control of those behind-the-scenes manipulators of the Taiping Sect.

And after Niu Mo Wang under Meng Zhang's command rose to prominence, those manipulators, worried they could not suppress Meng Zhang, scraped together resources and invited a figure of background.

Although his strength is still somewhat inferior to Niu Mo Wang's, the gap is not large.

Therefore, his presence alone is enough to rally the elite forces controlled by the manipulators, becoming an insurmountable obstacle for Meng Zhang to grasp command of the entire army.

This obstructs Meng Zhang's plan to command the hundreds of thousands of Yellow Turban elite troops.

At this point, Meng Zhang consulted with Su Ye, hoping to coordinate inside and out.

Give this background figure an unexpected surprise and kill him completely!

Or at the very least inflict heavy damage, creating an opportunity for Meng Zhang.

And Zhu Que is the surprise Su Ye prepared for this background figure!

At this moment, Meng Zhang, within the Yellow Turban formation, also closely monitored the battlefield's developments.

At this time on the battlefield, beacon fires rose everywhere, and the shouts of killing shook the heavens.

A group of Yellow Turban commanders fought alongside Sun Wukong, surrounding him in the center, with vigorous qi crisscrossing; each clash of weapons sparked dazzling sparks.

Meanwhile, on another part of the battlefield, Zhang Yi, who had only just entered the War God realm, faced Sun Liu Er, whose true combat power was gradually being revealed.

At this moment, Sun Liu Er's light cyan qi coiled like a azure dragon around him, causing each of his attacks to have doubled power.

Zhang Yi could originally parry a few moves with Sun Liu Er, but as the battle deepened, he became increasingly bewildered.

"Ah!"

Zhang Yi roared angrily, exerting all his strength to block Sun Liu Er's heavy, forceful staff, while simultaneously swinging his sword with all his might.

He only felt his arms go numb, his chest's qi and blood surged, and a thread of reverse blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.

He realized that if this continued, he would likely not be able to endure much longer.

Sun Liu Er snorted coldly, his figure drifting like the wind, easily dodging Zhang Yi's attack, then backhandedly sweeping his staff toward Zhang Yi's waist.

"Clang!"

The sound of metal clashing echoed across the battlefield; Zhang Yi timely defended, using his long sword to block this deadly strike.

But Sun Liu Er's strength was truly too great, directly smashing the long sword toward Zhang Yi, while also shaking his arm numb.

Moreover, at this moment Zhang Yi looked around and saw that his comrades were few, nearly being slain single-handedly by Sun Wukong.

Beside him, Sun Wukong was like entering an uninhabited realm, his entire body golden-yellow qi illuminating the whole battlefield.

Gods block and kill gods, Buddhas block and kill Buddhas!

Although among these comrades there are no shortage of divine-commander level beings, they are few and far between; facing the top-tier Heavenly General level Sun Wukong, even if they had peak divine commanders they would still die.

Therefore, seeing that the situation was hopeless, Zhang Yi already harbored a desire to retreat.

"Ah!"

One careless moment, Zhang Yi was heavily struck by Sun Liu Er's obedient iron rod, spouting a mouthful of fresh blood.

This made Zhang Yi even more certain of a fact: he was no match for him; continuing the fight would likely cost him his life.

This Heavenly General is damn freaky.

No matter how I boost my qi, whether using qi or secret arts,

the opponent is always just a bit stronger than me, but not by much.

But Zhang Yi just couldn't see what the opponent's limit is!

This is so damn frustrating!

"Retreat!"

Zhang Yi gritted his teeth, withstood Sun Liu Er's heavy blow, then using the rebound force, gritted his teeth, endured the pain, and turned to run.

As he retreated, he shouted loudly: "Quickly retreat! Return to formation!"

The few Yellow Turban commanders remaining under Sun Wukong also reacted, likewise fighting while retreating, sprinting madly toward the Yellow Turban formation.

Zhang Yi ran at the forefront, daring not to pause even slightly, fearing Sun Liu Er behind would catch up.

Behind him were the relentlessly pursuing Sun Liu Er and corpses of comrades littering the ground.

Zhang Yi sprinted across the battlefield, his silver armor flashing with a cold gleam in the sunlight.

His heart filled with anxiety and despair, yet the survival instinct drove him to keep accelerating.

Sun Liu Er, like a ghost, closely followed behind, each swing of his staff stirring up a gust of strong wind.

"Want to escape? Not that easy!"

Sun Liu'er saw this and let out a cold chuckle.

He sprang into action, turning into a blue shadow that pursued relentlessly.

The Follow-heart Iron Rod in his hand was like a blue bolt of lightning, slicing through the sky straight for Zhang Yi's back.

Zhang Yi felt the fierce killing intent from behind, his heart jolted.

He abruptly turned, exerting all his strength to swing a sword, trying to block this deadly strike.

"Clang!"

The two weapons clashed, producing a ringing of metal on metal.

Zhang Yi only felt his palm go numb, his sword almost slipping from his grasp.

He again used this force, turning to lie flat on his horse's back and broke through, galloping madly.

"Where do you think you're going!"

Sun Liu'er let out a loud shout, his body suddenly accelerated, and he was about to catch up to Zhang Yi.

Zhang Yi's heart tightened; he knew he couldn't stop, otherwise he would surely die without a burial place.

"Cover me!"

He strained with all his might to charge forward, while loudly shouting for the main unit troops he had brought earlier to come to his aid from behind.

In the distance, Zhang Yi's main unit troops saw this, quickly gathered, and charged toward his direction.

The sound of war drums and bugles echoed through the heavens, giving Zhang Yi a brief chance to catch his breath.

Sun Liu'er saw this and couldn't help but furrow his brow.

Although he himself was invincibly brave, facing a well-trained army, single combat was clearly not a wise move.

He stopped his steps, coldly gazing at the distant Zhang Yi and his troops.

"Today I'll let you go."

Sun Liu'er gave a cold snort, turned and left.

His silhouette quickly vanished before Zhang Yi's eyes, leaving only dust and blood on the ground.

And at this moment, Zhang Yi finally managed to escape back into his main unit.

He panted heavily, with lingering fear, glanced back once at the direction Sun Liu'er had gone.

(End of chapter)