The Prodigal Son

The war continues.

The duel between the two grandmasters has already been decided.

A trickle of blood escaped from Ning Huang's lips, but Wei Zhui was injured even more severely.

Wei Zhui's arm had been severed by Ning Huang, and he also had a hideous wound on his chest, making it impossible for him to release his true energy.

He was forced down from the Grandmaster realm by Ning Huang!

escape!

At this moment, Wei Zhui had only one thought.

Taking advantage of Ning Huang's opportunity to kill the Yan soldiers blocking his way, Wei Zhui dragged his battered body, struggled to climb onto an unclaimed warhorse, quickly turned the horse around, and galloped away.

After Ning Huang had killed all the Yan soldiers blocking his way, he only saw Wei Zhui's departing figure.

"Useless! Even worse than walking on a yellow light!"

Ning Huang cursed at the fleeing Wei Zhui, too lazy to chase after Wei Zhui who was no longer a Grandmaster. He quickly changed direction and charged towards Yan Wujiu's command flag like a human meat grinder.

Although Ning Huang also expended a great deal of energy, a Grandmaster is still a Grandmaster.

Wherever Ning Huang went, severed limbs and broken arms flew everywhere, and patches of blood mist exploded.

But before Ning Huang could reach Yan Wujiu's command flag, Yan Wujiu was already surrounded.

The outermost Flying Fang Cavalry surrounding Yan Wujiu have been completely wiped out.

Only a little over a hundred fierce personal guards remained, firmly surrounding Yan Wujiu in the middle.

Although Yan Wujiu was also a ninth-level expert, he was already at his limit under the fierce attacks of Qin Yu and Gui Si.

Even though he was swaying precariously, he still gripped his sword tightly, his aura upright and imposing.

The final dance was ultimately a failure!

He certainly underestimated the Wudang Flying Army.

He had thought they could crush the Wudang Flying Cavalry just like they had done back then.

However, the Wudang Flying Army, reborn from the ashes, is stronger than the Wudang Flying Cavalry.

The Flying Fang Cavalry, which he was so proud of, became the losers.

After this battle, there will be no more Flying Riders in the world.

Soon, the Great Yan will cease to exist.

But he doesn't regret it!

They lost!

But at least there was no humiliating defeat!

At least they displayed the fighting spirit of the men of Great Yan and inflicted heavy casualties on the Ning army.

"Royal Guards, listen to my command!"

A wave of sorrow washed over Yan Wujiu. He raised his battle sword, his weary gaze sweeping over his personal guards. His voice was hoarse, but with a resolute and unwavering strength, he roared, "Continue the attack!"

"kill!"

Yan Wujiu's personal guards faithfully carried out his orders.

Even though everyone was at their limit, at Yan Wujiu's command, they once again charged fearlessly toward Qin Yu's banner.

Like moths drawn to a flame, they knew they would die, yet they went without hesitation.

"kill!"

Qin Yu felt respect, but no mercy.

On the battlefield, there is no room for mercy, and he would not naively try to persuade Yan Wujiu to surrender.

The two sides clashed again.

Ignoring the pain from the wound on the back of his hand, Qin Yu cleaved two of Yan Wujiu's personal guards in two with a single blow and charged straight at Yan Wujiu.

Gui Si stared intently at the soldier carrying the commander's flag and charged forward quickly.

This time, the execution was a foregone conclusion.

As Yan Wujiu's personal guards fell from their horses one by one, Qin Yu finally reached Yan Wujiu's front.

brush!

Qin Yu slashed fiercely at Yan Wujiu.

Yan Wujiu mustered his last bit of strength and desperately raised his sword to parry.

clang!

With a crisp sound, Qin Yu's knife was chipped open, but Yan Wujiu's knife flew out of his hand.

The blade slashed down, cutting through Yan Wujiu's armor and leaving a long wound on his chest.

A sharp pain instantly swept over Yan Wujiu's entire body, and the immense force blasted him off his horse.

On the other side, Gui Si also killed the soldier carrying Yan Wujiu's command flag and cut the flagpole in half with a single stroke.

Yan Wujiu's body fell heavily to the ground.

He struggled to get up, but his severely exhausted body had no strength left to stand.

"Your Majesty, this Great Yan empire... I can no longer protect it!"

Yan Wujiu silently spoke to himself, then raised his eyes to look at Qin Yu, who dismounted and walked towards him. His eyes were filled with intense hatred, yet also with a hint of admiration. "You... are you Qin Yu?"

"good!"

Qin Yu nodded slightly, his gaze calm as he looked at Yan Wujiu. "Prince Su, considering you are also a renowned general, you should take your own life!"

He knew in his heart that Yan Wujiu could break through the encirclement.

But Yan Wujiu did not choose to break through; instead, he chose to fight to the death.

Thank you!

Yan Wujiu smiled bitterly and struggled to pick up the precious sword that had fallen to the side.

He was about to commit suicide, but suddenly stopped, his gaze returning to Qin Yu.

"I know that this hurdle... my Great Yan... cannot overcome!"

Yan Wujiu felt relieved and said haltingly, "I hope you will treat the people of Great Yan well. They... are also your people..."

"good!"

Qin Yu readily agreed.

Having received Qin Yu's promise, Yan Wujiu used his last bit of strength to slash the blade across his neck.

As blood gushed out, Yan Wujiu slowly closed his eyes, a relieved smile on his face.

The defeat is inevitable!

This land is better left unseen!

Qin Yu picked up a long spear, ripped off Yan Wujiu's fiery red cloak, swiftly mounted his horse, letting the cloak flutter in the wind like a flag, and roared, "Yan Wujiu is dead! Surrender now!"

"Yan Wujiu is dead, surrender immediately..."

Upon hearing Qin Yu's words, the Ning soldiers around him roared loudly.

Their voices echoed across the chaotic battlefield, sweeping across the battlefield like a torrent.

"Yan Wujiu is dead, surrender immediately..."

More and more Ning Juns joined in the call.

Their voices grew louder and louder.

Finally, it completely drowned out the noise of the battlefield.

However, even so, some Flying Fang Cavalry continued to put up a stubborn resistance.

"Kill! Kill them all!"

Covered in blood, Akagi seemed deaf to all sounds, yet he continued to lead his Flying Fang Riders in relentless counterattacks.

But their counterattacks became weaker and weaker.

Suddenly, a streak of light attacked Akagi from the side.

Akagi felt a blur before his eyes, and then a streak of light arrived.

brush!

A flash of light, and Ning Huang, covered in blood, grabbed Akagi's head, roaring menacingly, "Who else wants to die?"

Seeing Ning Huang, who looked like a demon god descending, the Flying Fang Cavalry beside Akagi were so frightened that they retreated repeatedly, their will to resist quickly crushed.

The commander-in-chief has been killed in battle, and the general has been beheaded!

It's too late!

As more and more Yan soldiers laid down their weapons and surrendered, this fierce encounter gradually came to an end.

Qin Yu stood on a slightly higher earthen slope and looked up at the battlefield.

At this moment, there are still sporadic battles on the battlefield, but they are just futile struggles by soldiers who are completely bloodthirsty.

Looking up, the battlefield was littered with corpses lying haphazardly.

There were soldiers from both the Ning and Yan armies.

There were also a large number of warhorse carcasses.

A gentle breeze blew by, and the strong smell of blood filled people's nostrils.

Even Qin Yu, who was already used to the carnage of the battlefield, felt a strong sense of nausea.

He still doesn't know the extent of the Wudang Flying Army's casualties.

But it's obvious that the casualties will be enormous.

This was absolutely the most brutal battle since the formation of the Wudang Flying Army.

They did indeed avenge the Wudang Flying Cavalry of that year.

However, they themselves paid an extremely heavy price.

Qin Yu took a deep breath and coldly ordered the messenger beside him: "Pass down the order: quickly eliminate the remaining enemy! Anyone who dares not surrender will be killed without mercy!"