The tall, swift horse galloped down the long street like a bolt of lightning, almost in the blink of an eye, brushing past them. Shang Ruyi only felt the wind dishevel her hair, and through the tangled strands, her eyes t with the rider’s eyes in a panicked gaze.
Those eyes, cold and reserved, only glanced swiftly but seed to be filled with countless unspoken words.
It was Yu Wenye!
He had finally arrived!
At this mont, Shang Ruyi felt a sudden pang in her heart; a heart that had seed dead just monts ago now beat like a drum. Just that one glance stirred her emotions completely.
But, it was only a fleeting glance.
It seed she also found in his eyes a trace of incredulous astonishnt. The next mont, Yu Wenye raised his head to look forward, his eyes instantly filled with a murderous aura that seed to take form, concentrating on the Mo Blade he wielded, charging at the Turkic soldiers ahead.
A shrill cry of agony rose from the crowd.
This ti, Shang Ruyi more clearly saw the Mo Blade transform into a fierce dragon, roaring as it surged into the ranks of the charging Turkic soldiers. With a few low swooshes, the dragon swept through the splattering blood and flesh, roaring out from their bodies, leaving the enemy soldiers in the bright light, reduced to bloody remains scattered on the ground.
This strike shook heaven and earth!
And just as everyone was astonished by the scene before them, not even having ti to react, a group of riders suddenly charged forward behind Yu Wenye. Shang Ruyi only felt a gust fiercer than the last pass by her as these n charged through the formation with their swords, cutting down countless Turkic soldiers in monts!
The crowd erupted in cheers; although they were shocked by the bloody scene, more of them cheered joyously for these divine soldiers descending from the heavens—it was salvation, everyone was saved!
Shang Ruyi couldn’t help but shout, "Yu Wenye!"
Whether it was her imagination or not, in that cry of ecstatic joy, the strength in her wrist seed to grow heavier.
But he had yet to stop.
After slaughtering a column of Turkic soldiers, Yu Wenye galloped forward, his iron hooves trampling through the skirmish at the city gates. Screams and cheers rose together as his figure, like a mountain, left a blood-stained path of slaughter in his wake.
And ahead of him was a more brutal battlefield.
At this mont, the smile froze on Shang Ruyi’s face—
Yu Wenye, what is he trying to do?
Weren’t these reinforcents here to lift the siege of Yann and protect the king? As long as they drove the Turkic soldiers out of Yann County, that would suffice. Why, then, did he abandon the fierce fight at the city gates and rush out of the city?
Outside the city were a hundred thousand Turkic troops, surging forward like a massive tide!
And the n he brought— Shang Ruyi roughly estimated in haste, no more than a thousand.
Although his last deadly strike intimidated everyone, it was rely in the street battle within the city. If he went outside the city to face nearly a hundred thousand Turkic soldiers, this small force would be hardly enough to contend with!
Shang Ruyi shouted anxiously, "Yu Wenye!"
But the deafening sounds inside and outside the city swiftly swallowed her weak cry. She watched with wide eyes as Yu Wenye galloped onward, even with Turkic soldiers charging at him. However, that group of riders just outside the city gate had already broken the enemy’s formation and pushed the frontline back significantly. The scattered enemy was hardly a threat to Yu Wenye.
The Mo Blade in his hand swung like a shield of light, knocking down the incoming arrows. As he moved closer to the Turkic army, the archers in the distance dared not draw their bows any longer, and Yu Wenye was moving as if through an uninhabited land.
Man like a tiger, horse like a dragon!
Along the way, countless Turkic soldiers fell under his blade, and the squad of riders following closely behind charged even faster, soon drawing level with him.
At this mont, Yu Wenye’s speed suddenly slowed down.
Was he going to retreat?
As Shang Ruyi watched ahead, eyes wide with confusion, suddenly the squad of riders began changing formation. They ford into a wedge, surpassing Yu Wenye, like an arrow piercing into the enemy’s formation, their swords flashing continuously; the cries of pain were endless, as they forcibly tore a gap in the Turkic ranks.
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