Chapter 1561

However, the Great Peng Ancestor was also extremely miserable.

His body instantly turned into shredded flesh, scattering in all directions.

This scene caused everyone to involuntarily narrow their pupils.

And at this moment, Sikong Yuchi Gong.

After seeing this, he also prepared to withdraw.

He wanted to lead the Han army to break out from another direction.

After all, the Great Peng Demon King had already been slain.

What remained was merely an ordinary demon.

Therefore, he immediately shouted out.

"Go!"

As his voice fell, Sikong Yuchi Gong's figure vanished from his spot in the blink of an eye.

Sikong Yuchi Gong's speed was incredibly swift.

How could he let these people escape?

At this moment, his eyes glowed with bloodthirsty light.

Then, he grabbed two demonic clan elders and threw them into his mouth, crushing them outright.

Afterward, he charged forward, slaughtering relentlessly.

At this moment, the remaining humans in the battlefield showed expressions of terror.

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They never would have imagined that the Han people could be so brutal.

This was utterly unreasonable.

Yet, they had no way to stop him.

They could only follow behind Sikong Yuchi Gong, running toward the distance.

At this point, they were utterly terrified.

And upon seeing this scene, Sikong Yuchi Gong's eyes revealed a cold expression.

He moved through the crowd, and after taking each life,

he ceased pursuit and returned to camp.

At this moment, the battle was gradually ending.

The fallen Han soldiers began to tally their casualties.

One of the Great Peng clan's elders spoke up.

"Your Majesty, would you like us to exterminate the entire Great Peng clan?

If not, let it go!"

The Great Peng clan was a race personally founded by the Great Peng Ancestor.

Now that we have destroyed them, it may bring trouble.

Upon hearing this, Ximen Wudi spoke calmly.

"Do not worry. Zhen will dispatch experts to assist you in guarding this place.

These humans are friendly with our Great Han—they won't speak out!"

Upon hearing these words, the Great Peng clan's elder dared not delay.

He could only withdraw.

At this moment, he felt not only a touch of relief.

This, indeed, saved a great deal of trouble.

Yet, what they did not know was:

Just after the Great Peng clan's elders had just withdrawn,

Ximen Wudi gave orders.

"Huang Feihu, lead your army to occupy Xiqi City and ensure the people's safety.

Zhen will return to Chaoge first!"

Upon hearing this, Huang Feihu on the opposite side hurriedly bowed.

"Your servant obeys the imperial decree!"

After his words fell, he withdrew.

Clearly, Ximen Wudi was returning to the palace—they could not afford the slightest delay.

At the same moment, the Northern Yin Emperor, who was fighting Tong Xiangyu, also showed a look of anxiety.

All our top experts have died—if we lose this battle, it's truly over.

Especially since we are currently at a disadvantage.

If Tong Xiangyu breaks through,

it will become even more dangerous.

"Ha ha! Today, Zhen will slay you right here.

Hanbiding Society will fall into chaos.

I don't believe Hanbiding Society can withstand the onslaught of all the feudal lords then.

Kill!"

The Northern Yin Emperor roared wildly.

Black mist radiated from his body.

He moved forward to meet Tong Xiangyu.

Yet, at this moment, the opponent showed not the slightest fear.

On the contrary, his aura grew even more chilling.

The two collided in an instant.

Fiery sparks erupted.

The entire heavens and earth trembled.

And at that very moment.

A figure appeared in the void.

In his hand, he held a token.

It was unmistakably the Imperial Edict of Ximen Wudi.

Gazing down at the battlefield, he coldly commanded.

"By the Mandate of Heaven, the Emperor decrees: all who surrender shall be spared.

Those who remain obstinate shall be executed without mercy!"

As his voice rang out, everyone was stunned in an instant.

Especially the Northern Yin Great Emperor, whose heart was filled with terror.

For he recognized the token—it was the Emperor of Han's personal imperial seal.

The appearance of such a thing meant what.

He knew all too well.

It could only mean the Han Dynasty was finished.

Yet, just as he sought to flee.

Ximen Wudi spoke slowly.

"Kill!"

His voice was profoundly low, saturated with deadly intent.

Below, on the battlefield, the Han soldiers, upon receiving the order,

Did not hesitate for a moment—they raised their weapons.

"Boom!"