Battle for Northern Frontier: The game begins with the grassland woman buying him.

Su Zhan didn't even glance at the fallen enemy, and fiercely squeezed his horse's belly with both legs.

The horse, in pain, let out a long neigh and increased its speed, charging straight at the leader who was constantly issuing commands at the foot of the cliff with an indomitable spirit.

"Stop him! Stop him!" The leader's voice finally carried a hint of panic. Several of his confidants immediately formed a human wall, brandishing scimitars and short spears, howling as they charged towards Su Zhan.

"Get out of the way!" Su Zhan roared, like a thunderclap from a clear sky.

He bent down, raised his spear, and controlled his horse, becoming one with it, unleashing a burst of speed in the confined space.

Facing the thrusting spear, he did not dodge at all. Instead, he channeled all his strength and the momentum of his charging horse into the saber in his hand.

The blade flashed like thunder, without any complicated moves, just a single, concentrated horizontal slash.

"Crack!" The explosive sound of clashing metal, mixed with the sound of flesh tearing apart, suddenly erupted.

The first two short spears snapped in two with a single blow. The short-handed bandit holding the spear felt an irresistible force, his hand instantly split open, his arm bent, and the blade continued its relentless slicing through the armor and flesh of the two bandits behind him like a hot knife through butter, spraying up a cloud of blood. Severed limbs flew through the air with screams of agony.

Like a blood-soaked demon god, Su Zhan forcefully smashed a gap in the human wall.

With tremendous momentum, the warhorse reared up and stomped hard on the terrified leader.

The leader was also quite skilled; at the critical moment, he unleashed his potential, performing a clumsy roll to narrowly avoid a fatal stomp.

But his two bodyguards behind him were not so lucky. The heavy hooves, carrying the lingering force of Su Zhan's charge, slammed into their chests, and the clear sound of bones cracking sent chills down their spines.

Both of them coughed up blood and were clearly going to die.

The leader sprang to his feet, disregarding his disheveled state, and hastily parried with his scimitar. With a clang, Su Zhan's sword strike followed like a tsunami, slamming into the leader's scimitar.

The ear-piercing clang of metal against metal was so loud it hurt people's eardrums. The immense force caused the leader's arm to go numb with pain, and he staggered backward, barely able to hold onto his knife.

Terror finally showed in his eyes. This person was not human; he was a demon crawling out of hell.

The wound on Su Zhan's left shoulder completely ruptured during this all-out fight, and blood instantly stained his clothes.

The excruciating pain inevitably caused him to pause for a moment, but the killing intent in his eyes burned even brighter, like a tangible flame, firmly locking onto the leader before him.

If he can capture this man, the gang of thugs will immediately collapse.

Ignoring his injuries, he controlled the gun with one hand, his warhorse reared up, and the blade was raised again, ready to deliver a fatal blow with a resolute determination to fight to the death.

At this critical moment, a dark figure, who had been lurking higher up the cliff and had never made a move, holding a strange large bow, suddenly drew back the powerful bow with a flash of light in its eyes.

The arrow nocked on the bowstring was not an ordinary arrow, but a heavy armor-piercing arrow that was entirely black and gleaming with a blue light.

The bow is as full as a slew of moon, the arrow as swift as a shooting star.

With a soft hum, a deep, chilling bowstring twanged, and the black arrow, like the kiss of death, flew so fast that it left only a blurry black line, accompanied by a shrill whistling sound that tore through the air.

The target was not Su Zhan, but the warhorse he was riding.

The arrow pierced the warhorse's strong neck with perfect accuracy, the immense kinetic energy even kicking up a cloud of blood.

The warhorse let out a mournful whinny, and its massive body crashed to the ground.

The moment the arrow whistled through the air, Su Zhan sensed a deadly crisis.

But all his attention was focused on the leader in front of him, and the sharp pain in his left shoulder affected his perception. He was not awakened until his warhorse neighed and leaned forward.

"Not good!" Alarm bells rang in Su Zhan's mind, and his body reacted instinctively.

He suddenly pushed off the stirrups, and using the momentum of the horse falling, his body rolled forward like a nimble ape, while instinctively protecting his vital parts with his saber.

"Boom!" The warhorse's heavy body slammed heavily onto the ground, kicking up dust.

Su Zhan landed awkwardly, rolling to dissipate the force. A sharp pain shot through his left shoulder wound, causing his vision to go black. He forced himself to kneel, quickly regaining his balance. The cold blade was pointed directly at the terrified leader and the direction from which the arrow had been shot, his eyes as fierce as a beast's.

The battlefield came to a brief standstill at that moment.

When the guards and cavalry of the Fierce Dragon Gang saw Su Zhan fall from his horse, their hearts tightened. Old Zhou was even more furious, roaring as he desperately charged towards Su Zhan's direction.

The leader on the cliff, having narrowly escaped death, was still in shock. He looked at Su Zhan, who was kneeling on one knee, exuding murderous intent, and then glanced at the dark figure who had delivered the fatal blow from above. A complex emotion flashed in his eyes.

He suddenly waved his hand, letting out a sharp whistling sound.

"withdraw!"

Upon receiving the order, the masked bandits involved felt as if they had been granted a pardon. They immediately abandoned the fight and retreated like a tide into the depths of the canyon and into the shadows of the cliffs on both sides. Their actions were swift and well-trained, clearly indicating that they had planned their escape route in advance.

The dark figure who shot the arrow vanished like a ghost behind the rocks, leaving behind only a mess, a burning wagon, the corpses of fallen men and horses, and the lingering stench of blood.

"Master Su" Old Zhou and several guards finally rushed to Su Zhan's side, surrounding him and watching warily in the direction the bandits had retreated.

With the help of his guards, Su Zhan stood up. Blood was still flowing from the wound on his left shoulder, staining half of his body red. His face was pale from blood loss and pain.

But his eyes remained sharp as an eagle's, fixed on the spot where the dark figure disappeared on the cliff, as if trying to see through it.

"Check if there are any survivors." Su Zhan's voice was hoarse and low, carrying a chill.

His men immediately sprang into action, and afterwards, Old Zhou reported to Su Zhan with a gloomy expression.

"Master Su, everyone is dead. The seriously injured swallowed the poison hidden in their mouths and died. There are no survivors. However, they were all grassland people." Su Zhan nodded.

Although no one was captured alive, the news of the grassland people was enough to determine where they came from. They were the grassland people who had not given up, and sure enough, they came back again.

Su Zhan quickly bandaged his wound and said to Lao Zhou, "Let's retreat."

The caravan slowly drove away from the canyon entrance and headed towards Stone City.

On the way, Su Zhan kept recalling everything that had just happened.

The grassland people were quite powerful this time. Whether it was the grassland people who attacked them or the dark figure on the cliff, Su Zhan sensed something unusual, as if someone of a higher level was involved in their struggle.

He had no idea who these people were.

But Su Zhan vaguely felt that a large hand was reaching out to Stone City.