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

"You are all surrounded by me alone."

Zhang Ziqian's words were not loud, but in the eerily silent battlefield, they were clearly heard by every Yellow Turban soldier.

After a brief silence, an even greater uproar erupted from the crowd.

"He's a devil! He's a devil!"

"Sorcery! He knows sorcery!"

Those Yellow Turban soldiers who were closest were the first to react. Looking at the carnage that had been emptied in an instant, at the unscathed man leisurely chewing chicken, their mental defenses completely crumbled.

They dropped their weapons, let out piercing screams, and turned to run away.

But can they escape?

"Trying to run? Did you ask the guy in my arms first?"

Zhang Ziqian sneered and his figure disappeared from the spot in an instant.

The next second, he appeared in the fleeing crowd. The Yu King Spear in his hand transformed into the most terrifying reaping machine.

He didn't use any complicated moves, just the simplest horizontal sweep, straight thrust, and upward slash.

But even this simplest action, amplified by his superhuman strength, unleashed a devastating power.

A sweeping lance creates a wave of flesh and blood.

A long spear thrust straight in, and a string of candied hawthorns would be pierced through.

He was like a prehistoric behemoth charging into a sheepfold, leaving a trail of destruction and bloodshed in his wake. The Yellow Turban soldiers were as fragile as paper before him, crumbling at the slightest touch and collapsing at the first collision.

The so-called "heavenly talisman water protects the body, making it invulnerable to swords and spears" is a huge joke in front of Yu the Great's spear.

Blood stained the earth red.

A scream echoed through the sky.

The front half of the Yellow Turban camp was in complete chaos. Those at the back, unaware of what was happening ahead, continued to push forward. Those at the front, trying to escape, were completely blocked.

They trampled on each other, crying out for their parents.

Amidst this chaotic torrent, Zhang Ziqian strolled leisurely, constantly reaping lives and the "points" he craved.

[Defeat Yellow Turban soldiers to gain +1 point]

[Defeat Yellow Turban soldiers to gain +1 point]

[Defeat the Yellow Turban leader and gain +10 points]

……

The mechanical voices from the system notifications in his mind had become a continuous stream, bringing him immense pleasure.

"Awesome! This is so awesome! It's way more exciting than playing video games!"

He grew more and more excited as he killed, wielding his large spear with ferocious speed.

Inside the central command tent.

"What's going on? Why is it so noisy up ahead?" The chief commander, who called himself "General of Heaven," asked with a frown.

"Report—!!"

A messenger stumbled in, his face filled with terror, and he could barely speak.

"General...General! Something terrible has happened! Enemies have...enemies have broken in!"

"What's the panic!" The scarred-faced chieftain kicked him aside and said disdainfully, "They're just a few spies! Just send men to surround and kill them! What's the big deal?"

"No...no! It was...it was just one person!" the messenger cried out. "A devil! A devil with a black spear! He...he alone broke through our vanguard's formation! Brothers...our brothers have died in countless ways!"

"What?!"

All the commanders inside the tent stood up, their faces filled with disbelief.

One person? Who broke through the vanguard?

Are you kidding me!

The vanguard has tens of thousands of troops!

"Let's go! Go out and see!" The chief commander's expression finally changed. He was the first to rush out of the tent.

When they climbed onto the lookout tower in the camp and saw the scene ahead, everyone gasped, feeling a chill run from the soles of their feet to the top of their heads.

What did they see?

Before their camp lay a vast area that had been transformed into a blood-red swamp. Countless corpses lay piled high like mountains.

Amidst this mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood, a black figure was frantically slaughtering their soldiers.

With each swing of his long spear, a shower of blood rained down. A deathly domain had formed around him; no one could approach within ten steps.

He wasn't fighting, he was slaughtering!

Tens of thousands of Yellow Turban soldiers fell before him like wheat being harvested by a sickle, one by one.

"That...that is...Zhang Ziqian?" The chief commander's voice was trembling.

He finally understood why Yu Du had failed and why Dingtao had fallen.

The rumors are not exaggerated at all; on the contrary, they are far from being true!

This isn't human! This is clearly a demon that crawled out of hell!

"Quick! Quick! Pass on my orders! Get everyone up there! Use sheer numbers! Overwhelm him with men!" The scarred-faced commander was also terrified, roaring menacingly but inwardly.

"Archers! Where are the archers?! Fire! Shoot him dead!"

The order was quickly passed down.

Countless Yellow Turban archers were driven to the front lines. Looking at the figure in the distance, which resembled a demon god, many of them could barely hold their bows.

"Fire! Anyone who disobeys will be executed!"

Under pressure from the commanders, they had no choice but to close their eyes and shoot the arrows.

In an instant, thousands upon thousands of arrows, like black clouds, blotted out the sun and rained down on Zhang Ziqian's location.

"Hmph, well done!"

Zhang Ziqian looked at the rain of arrows filling the sky and snorted disdainfully.

He slammed the Yu King Spear in his hand into the ground!

Then, he made a move that nearly made everyone's eyes pop out.

He actually crossed his arms, closed his eyes, and stood there quietly, seemingly giving up the fight.

"Is he insane?!"

"Great! He's dead!"

The commanders in the distance were stunned at first when they saw this scene, and then their faces lit up with ecstatic joy.

However, the next second, their smiles froze on their faces.

The dense rain of arrows seemed to hit an invisible wall when it came within about three feet of Zhang Ziqian's body.

In an instant, all the arrows lost their power and fell limply to the ground.

The clanging and tinkling sounds filled the air.

A moment later, the rain of arrows stopped.

Zhang Ziqian was surrounded by a thick layer of arrows, almost engulfing him.

He himself remained standing in the same spot, completely unharmed. Not even a corner of his clothing was touched.

"..."

The entire battlefield fell into a deathly silence once again.

If the previous massacres could be explained by his great strength and martial arts skills...

This scene has now completely shattered the psychological defenses of all the Yellow Turban soldiers.

Invulnerable to swords and spears!

This is true invulnerability!

Their supposed divine protection is nothing but a joke compared to others!

"Monster!!"

Someone, without anyone knowing, let out a desperate cry.

Immediately afterwards, the entire Yellow Turban army formation completely collapsed.

No longer just the vanguard, but the entire army!

The army of four or five hundred thousand men collapsed like a house of cards at that moment. They threw away everything they could, crying and screaming, and fled frantically in all directions.

They just wanted to get as far away from that devil as possible!

Zhang Ziqian opened his eyes, looked at the Yellow Turban army dispersing like the receding tide, and curled his lip.

"They ran away already? How boring."

He pulled the Yu King's Spear from the ground, looked at the few more white dots that had appeared on it, and muttered, "These guys' arrows are so weak, like tickling."

Unbeknownst to him, what he had unintentionally used was Li Cunxiao's protective divine skill, the "Thirteen Protectors' Horizontal Golden Bell Cover." Although he had only just begun to grasp the basics, it was more than enough to withstand these ordinary arrows.

He turned his head and looked at the five thousand cavalrymen who had been completely petrified on the distant hillside, and waved his hand.

"Hey! Stop staring! Time to get to work! Chase after them!"

Cao Chun jolted awake from the immense shock.

He looked at the routed Yellow Turban army, fleeing across the mountains and plains, and then at the figure standing alone amidst the mountains of corpses and seas of blood. He felt his blood rush to his head.

He suddenly drew his long sword from his waist, and with all his might, roared:

"All troops, attack!!"

"Follow me... to hunt down the enemy!!"

Five thousand elite cavalry, like tigers descending the mountain, charged toward the hundreds of thousands of "lambs" who had completely lost the will to resist, accompanied by deafening battle cries.

An unprecedented manhunt has begun.