Three Kingdoms: Zhang Fei was sent flying by a single spear thrust, leaving Liu Bei stunned.

He took a deep breath and then let out a deafening roar!

"roar--!"

This roar, like a thunderclap in a clear sky, or the cry of a dragon and the howl of a tiger, actually drowned out the shouts of tens of thousands of people on the battlefield!

The entire battlefield fell silent.

Whether it was the Cao army soldiers fighting to the death or the Black Mountain bandits attacking frantically, everyone was shaken by this sudden roar, their eardrums ringing and their hearts trembling.

Everyone instinctively looked toward the source of the sound.

They saw a man carrying a huge, ferocious weapon walking out step by step from the rear of Cao Cao's army.

He walked slowly, but every step felt like he was stepping on everyone's hearts.

"It's General Zhang!"

"General Zhang is here!"

From Cao Cao's position, cheers erupted as if everyone had survived a catastrophe. The soldiers, who had been filled with despair, had their eyes rekindled with hope the moment they saw that figure.

On the high platform, Cao Cao looked at that familiar figure, and his clenched fist finally loosened. He let out a long breath, as if all his strength had been drained, and leaned against the railing of the chariot.

He knew it was over.

Within the Black Mountain army ranks, Commander Yu Du also noticed this man who had suddenly appeared.

"Who is that?" he asked, frowning.

"I...I don't know, it seems to be one of Cao Cao's generals," Bai Rao said uncertainly from the side.

"What ability can a general possibly have?" Yu Du scoffed disdainfully. "Who cares who he is? Charge! Whoever cuts off his head will receive a thousand taels of gold and a promotion!"

Under the reward, there must be a brave man.

The group of Black Mountain bandits closest to Zhang Ziqian roared and brandished their weapons as they charged toward him.

Zhang Ziqian looked at the hundreds of bandits rushing towards him, his face expressionless.

He simply took the Yu King Spear off his shoulder, held it in one hand, and held it horizontally in front of him.

Then, he started running.

It wasn't a charge, it was just ordinary running.

But the momentum he generated when he ran was more terrifying than a thousand troops!

The earth is trembling!

With each step he took, the ground seemed to groan. The 180-pound Yu King Spear felt as light as a straw in his hands.

The dozen or so Black Mountain bandits at the forefront hadn't even had time to react before they were knocked away by the oncoming figure!

They weren't either blasted away by weapons, or simply knocked away by flesh and blood!

The sound of bones shattering clearly reached everyone's ears.

Those dozen or so bandits had already been transformed into irregular shapes and were covered in blood and gore in mid-air.

Zhang Ziqian did not stop.

He was like an out-of-control heavy truck, running straight into the densest part of the Black Mountain Army without any regard for reason!

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Everything that stood in his way—whether it was a person, a weapon, or a shield—was shattered the moment it made contact with his body!

He didn't even wield the Yuwang Spear; he simply used his body to carve a path paved with blood and bits of flesh through the Black Mountain Army's formation!

A straight road leading to the central banner of the Black Mountain Army!

This scene completely shattered everyone's psychological defenses.

The Black Mountain bandits stared in horror at the demon god rampaging through the crowd; their weapons were as fragile as paper before him.

Their pride in their fearlessness turned into a joke in the face of absolute, incomprehensible power.

"A...a monster!"

One of the Black Mountain bandits let out a piercing scream, dropped his weapon, and turned to run away.

Panic spread rapidly, like a plague.

Yu Du, Bai Rao, Sui Gu, and the others watched this scene from behind, and were so frightened that their livers and gallbladders trembled and their bodies turned ice cold.

"Is...is that even human?!" Bai Rao's voice trembled.

The arrogance and contempt that had been there before were gone from Yu Du's face; only endless fear remained.

He finally understood what kind of being he had provoked.

He saw that the demon god had broken through layers of obstacles and was getting closer and closer to him.

Those indifferent, emotionless eyes had already locked onto him.

"Run! Run!"

Yu Du let out a strange cry, turned his horse around, and tried to escape.

But, it's too late.

Zhang Ziqian stopped in his tracks.

He grinned as he looked at the enemy commander, who was preparing to flee, several hundred paces away.

He gripped the Yu King's Spear with both hands, leaning back like a fully drawn bow.

In that instant, the strength of the waist, abdomen, back, and arms all came together as one!

"Die!"

He roared, and the Yu King Spear in his hand transformed into a black lightning bolt, flying out of his grasp!

"call out--!"

The piercing sound of something cutting through the air was so sharp it hurt one's eardrums.

The enormous weapon, weighing 180 jin (approximately 90 kg), pierced the sky at a speed beyond everyone's imagination, accurately striking Yu Du, who was galloping wildly on horseback.

"Pfft!"

There were no screams.

Yu Du's entire upper body, along with the warhorse beneath him, was instantly blasted into a bloody mist by that terrifying kinetic energy!

Blood rained down, soaking Bai Rao and Sui Gu's heads and faces.

The two stared blankly at the leg still half-attached to the saddle, and at the Yu King's spear slowly piercing the ground in the distance, their minds completely blank.

The next second, they let out inhuman screams and fled backwards like madmen.

The commander-in-chief was killed instantly, leaving no trace of his body.

This horrific scene became the final straw that broke the camel's back.

"The commander is dead!"

"Run! It's the devil!"

The 30,000-strong Black Mountain army completely collapsed.

They abandoned their armor and weapons, crying and begging for their parents, wishing they had two more legs, and frantically fled back the way they came.

The entire battlefield underwent a sudden change in style.

The Cao army, which had been struggling to hold on just a moment ago, has now become the pursuers.

Xiahou Dun, Cao Ren, Xiahou Yuan, and others, recovering from their shock, immediately seized this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

"All troops, pursue! Kill!"

What was a thrilling defensive battle instantly turned into a thrilling chase.

The culprit behind all this, Zhang Ziqian, was leisurely walking to his Yuwang Spear and pulling it out of the ground.

He carried the Yu King's Spear, looked at the fleeing enemies all over the mountains and fields, and the friendly troops chasing after them like they were on steroids, and nodded in satisfaction.

"Yeah, this art style is just right."

He yawned and turned to walk towards the supply depot.

"I'm done cooking. I should go back and check my pot to see if there's any soup left."