Tang Dynasty: Starting with 3,000 elite cavalry, a bloody battle to retake the city.

"Stop him!! Someone stop him!!"

Jieli Khan roared furiously, his voice trembling, his eyes filled with terror.

But there was nothing behind him; no one could save him!

The royal guards have been slaughtered, while the main army is still fighting far away...

He was completely isolated and helpless!

The Turkic soldiers were also frantic and turned around to try to save them.

Can--

"Hahaha!! A golden opportunity!!"

Li Shimin's eyes snapped open, and a raging fire blazed within them!

He pointed his spear, spurred his horse forward, and roared that echoed through the sky:

"Stop them! Don't let a single one get through!!"

"Today! This is our last chance to annihilate the Turks!!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he charged into the enemy ranks like a tiger breaking into a flock of sheep!

Li Jing held his sword to cover the rear, Cheng Yaojin wielded his axe to clear the way, and Changsun Wuji led light cavalry to block the road!

The soldiers of the Tang Dynasty were all awakened and their blood was boiling!

Yes--

This is the only chance!

When Li Yingge single-handedly assassinated the Khan, he ignited a spark of hope.

And now-

Han Ye has arrived.

He led three thousand desperate men, treading on a river of blood.

This time, it's not hope...

It's the end!

She was defeated, Li Yingge was defeated, and the Tang Dynasty's defenses were on the verge of collapse! But at this critical moment—

That legendary name once again resounded across the battlefield: Ghost-Faced General!

He is back.

Like a ghost emerging from the abyss, bringing with it a storm of blood and a murderous intent that fills the heavens!

This appearance was so perfectly timed, it was as if it were destiny itself!

This is the only chance to kill Jieli Khan!

If you miss today, you'll never have another chance!

"kill!!!"

"Hahaha—Heaven has not forsaken my Great Tang! Heaven blesses my Great Tang!!"

"Brothers! Hold on! Even if we die a thousand deaths, we cannot let a single Turkic cavalryman return to reinforce us!!"

The Tang soldiers roared, their eyes bloodshot, looking like madmen!

Hundreds of thousands of troops had already turned and fled, but they were stopped by their own flesh and blood!

Only tens of thousands managed to escape, while the rest were trapped in the hellish inferno!

"Get out of the way!!"

"Aaaaaah—Fight your way out! Fight your way out!!"

"Khan! Hold on! We're coming!!"

The Turkic army was in a panic, watching helplessly as their Khan was trapped in a desperate situation, their hearts breaking!

In an instant, all the Turkic cavalry roared like wild beasts and charged madly towards where Li Shimin was!

Swords flashed and arrows rained down, warhorses neighed and corpses littered the field!

"Pfft—"

"Pfft—"

"Pfft—"

Blood gushed continuously from Li Shimin's body, and in just a few breaths, his body was covered in wounds, and his armor was stained crimson.

Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, his body swayed, and he almost fell off his horse, yet he still gritted his teeth, his voice hoarse but as firm as iron:

"Block them...block them..."

"I...will never back down!"

"kill--!!"

Li Jing, Cheng Zhijie, and others around him had already gone berserk, their eyes burning with a raging fire that could consume everything!

If the knife is dulled or the gun is broken, then tear the enemy's throat with your bare hands and smash his skull with your fists!

In this battle, there is no distinction between you and me; only our passionate blood will be spilled across the sky!

At the rear of the battlefield, Jieli Khan was galloping wildly on his horse, his face ashen and his eyes filled with terror.

When he saw Li Shimin desperately blocking his army from afar, his pupils contracted sharply, and he roared to the sky:

"Li Shimin!!"

This guy actually wants to drag the entire grassland down to the Yellow Springs!

But Khagan Jieli didn't want to die!

Not reconciled!

I dare not die!

He turned around abruptly—

In that instant, a chill ran straight up my spine!

The Ghost-Faced General was already within a hundred paces behind, his black robes fluttering, his killing intent as deep as an abyss, closing in step by step!

Of the main army at the front, less than 10,000 remnants are fighting desperately to return to reinforce.

Upon seeing this, Jieli Khan was overjoyed and shouted, "Quick! Come back! Protect me! Protect me!!"

But what he didn't know was—

Li Yingge is still alive.

Forgotten on the edge of the battlefield, she had already silently picked up that blood-stained spear.

She leaned against the tattered battle flag, her breath coming in shallow gasps, but a smile that seemed almost one of relief played on her lips.

His gaze swept past the fleeing figure ahead, then slowly turned to the dark shadow behind him, like a demon descending from heaven…

"The Ghost-Faced General..."

"The things I couldn't finish... I'm leaving them to you..."

Her voice was as soft as a falling leaf, drifting away on the wind.

The next instant, as Khagan Jieli galloped past, passing by her side—

"kill!!!"

She suddenly sprang up, using her last bit of strength to plunge her spear into the belly of her mount!

"puff--!"

Blood splattered, the warhorse let out a mournful cry, its front hooves buckled, and it collapsed with a thud!

Caught off guard, Khagan Jieli fell heavily into the mud, his face covered in dust, looking utterly disheveled!

After he struggled to his feet, he glared angrily at the person who had come—

Li Yingge lay quietly in a pool of blood, her body covered in wounds, barely breathing.

But a clear, bell-like laugh blossomed on her face, as if a heavy burden had been lifted from her shoulders.

The mission is complete.

"Get back on defense! Get back on defense now!!"

"He's here! He's really here!!"

The Khan was terrified and had no interest in caring about this dying man.

He scrambled forward, disheveled and looking like a stray dog!

Ahead, the remaining Turkic cavalry roared as they charged toward the masked general, trying to stop the deadly figure.

"stop!!"

"Kill him!!"

And behind—

Han Ye leaped several times, closing in like a shadow, his cold shout echoing across the battlefield:

"Jiali—today, you cannot escape!"

Life and death hang by a thread, just a breath away!

"Tap! Tap! Tap!"

Heavy footsteps followed, each step landing on Jieli Khan's heart.

At this moment, he was no longer the overlord of the grasslands.

His hair was disheveled, his armor was shattered, and all that remained in his eyes was primal fear.

Because he knew—

He wasn't being chased by just one person.

It is a vengeful demon.

A ghost who hated him to the core.

because……

Those three thousand iron cavalrymen were all wiped out by his hand.

Now, the creditors have come knocking.

They all fell behind the iron hooves of Khagan Jieli. The corpses on the ground were soaked in yellow sand. Blood debt... only blood can pay for it!

"Get back on defense! Get back on defense now!!"

"We can't hold on any longer—he's coming!"

At this moment, Khan Jieli was like a madman, like a wild beast driven to the brink of despair, frantically running towards his own army.

Behind him, a dark figure emerged from the billowing dust—Han Ye!

His army of hundreds of thousands was like an impregnable fortress, but Li Shimin and others held it firmly, making it impossible for it to move an inch!

Fewer than 10,000 people managed to break through.

Even if they escaped the battle, who could outrun that fiery red steed, Red Hare?

Who can outrun that fiend who returned from hell—Han Ye?

Because he was closest to Khagan Jieli!

They were so close that they could hear each other's heavy breathing.

"Stop him! Stop him!!"

"Khan! Hold on for just one more breath!!"

"Ghost-faced General—Stop! You dare touch the Khan, I'll slaughter your entire clan!!"

The Turkic army, their eyes bloodshot, roared and launched a counterattack, their blades flashing like snow and their arrows raining down.

But they were pinned to the battlefield, unable to move! They could only watch helplessly as that black figure, riding the flames, approached, drawing ever closer!

finally--

Red Hare let out a long neigh, its front hooves lifted into the air, and its fiery mane burst open in the wind!

Han Ye leaped down, crashing to the ground like a meteor, creating a three-zhang-high dust wave!

The Azure Dragon Spear spun out of his hand, its tip tearing through the air with a sharp sound like a dragon's roar!

Strike straight at the Khan's abdomen—a single blow will kill!

"No--!!!"

"stop!!!"

Hundreds of thousands of Turkic soldiers were furious, their eyes bloodshot and their roars thunderous, but they were all held back by Li Shimin and others, and could only watch helplessly as the black-armored figure fell from the sky!

"Kill them all!!!"

"Kill him!! Kill him!!!"

Li Shimin gripped his long sword tightly, his breathing rapid, his voice almost tearing his throat: "Kill—you must kill!! If this shot fails, the Tang Dynasty is finished!!"

"Pfft—"

A soft sound, yet it seemed like a thunderclap exploding between heaven and earth.

The battlefield fell silent.

Han Ye stood amidst the blood mist, the Azure Dragon Spear piercing through the body of Jieli Khan, from his abdomen to his back. Blood trickled down the spear shaft, dripping onto the yellow sand with a hissing sound.

"die!!"

Han Ye roared, his voice like the wrath of a demon.

Beneath the mask, his eyes were bloodshot and burning with murderous intent, as if he wanted to burn the entire grassland to ashes!

The Azure Dragon Spear suddenly exerted its power, twisting violently—

"boom!"

The Khagan was thrown into the air by the immense force, his ice armor shattered, his internal organs burst open, and blood gushed out like a fountain!

At that moment, time seemed to stand still.

Li Shimin and the others had tears in their eyes, their lips trembling, wanting to laugh but choking with emotion.

The hundreds of thousands of Turkic soldiers stood frozen, weapons hanging to the ground, their eyes unfocused, as if their souls had been ripped away.

They saw it with their own eyes—

The Ghost-Faced General, with a single spear thrust through the abdomen, killed the Khan!

"You...you..."

Jieli Khan knelt on the ground, his whole body convulsing, blood and foam constantly gushing from his mouth.

He gripped Han Ye's armor tightly, his nails breaking and bleeding, cursing each word with deliberate force: "You... will die... I, the Turks... will never give up... I will definitely... tear you to pieces..."

Before the words were finished—

"call out!"

A jet-black arrow pierced the air and was caught in Han Ye's hand. He held it like a short blade and plunged it into the only remaining right eye of the Khan!

"Aaaaaah—!!!"

The screams were heart-wrenching and echoed through the sky.

Han Ye looked down at him, a hoarse chuckle rising from his throat, cold as frost: "This arrow was for Xiahou Dun."

"Pfft!"

Another arrow pierced his throat, the arrowhead emerging from the back of his neck!

His voice trembled, yet every word was like a knife: "This arrow was for Zhong Fang."

"Pfft!"

"Pfft!"

"Pfft!"

The black arrows in his hands transformed into blades of vengeance, piercing the head of Jieli Khan one after another!

Each arrow carries a name, hatred, and the wails of countless dead souls!

"This arrow is for Master Jiang."

"This arrow is for Old Lu and his son."

"This arrow is for Liu Chi... for the people of Chang'an... for all the mountains and rivers you have shattered!!"

The arrows were no longer arrows, just blood-stained remains, yet Han Ye continued to stab!

Even though the person was already dead, his body riddled with holes, and his brains splattered, he was still stabbing!

Tears mixed with blood slid down his cheeks, leaving two scarlet marks on his mask.

He was crying.

They were laughing too.

It roared even more—a silent roar that shook heaven and earth.

The entire battlefield was completely silent.

Hundreds of thousands of Turkic soldiers stood frozen in place, forgetting even to breathe.

Li Shimin and the others stared at that solitary figure, speechless for a long time, feeling a chill run down their spines, yet their blood was boiling.

That was... a vengeful Asura.

That is... a living legend.