During the Qin Dynasty, he was in charge of the net.

Judging from the deliberately relaxed yet disordered footsteps outside and the slightly taut sound of bowstrings being pulled, Li Ji could tell that the enemy numbered at least two hundred.

Moreover, Li Ji clearly sensed that there were at least several martial artists with strong qi and blood outside the tavern, one of whom had an exceptionally refined aura.

We can't stay in this tavern!

Staying here is too passive. If the other side keeps tightening its grip, he will be trapped like a turtle in a jar, and his chances of survival are no more than 30%.

The reason he survived by 30% was that he could mingle with other customers in the tavern. But if the other side shot them without regard for their lives, his chances of surviving in the tavern would be zero.

Therefore, he had to take the initiative to break through; he couldn't just sit there and wait to die.

In just a moment, Li Ji determined the direction to break through.

Instead of going through the main entrance, he suddenly sprang into action, his longsword, imbued with internal energy, emitting a sharp, explosive sound. He transformed into a blur, crashing straight into the weak stone wall to the northwest of the tavern.

"Boom—Crack!"

The wall, as if made of paper, was smashed open by the violent force, leaving a large hole, with pieces of wood and stone flying everywhere.

The sudden loud noise and dust instantly disrupted the soldiers' encirclement rhythm. The soldiers who were close to the scene were shaken and staggered, and gaps appeared in their formation.

Li Ji burst out of the smoke and dust in an instant, crushing the two poison pills hidden in his sleeve with his internal force and scattering them forward and to the left and right.

"Pfft!"

A thick, grayish-green fog instantly filled the air, carrying a strong, pungent odor.

Soldiers who came into contact with the poisonous fog experienced an instant burning pain on their skin, stinging and tearing eyes, difficulty breathing, and screams of agony.

The poisonous fog expanded rapidly, not only obscuring the view in the vicinity but also causing widespread chaos among the surrounding officers and soldiers.

Li Ji moved like a ghost through the poisonous fog and chaotic figures.

The soldiers' chaotic movements and the trajectories of their slashes appeared to Li Ji as if in slow motion.

The ordinary soldier felt a blur before his eyes, followed by a cold, piercing pain in his chest, throat, and other vital areas, before his consciousness went dark.

With each flash of the sword, a soldier would fall to the ground, clutching his bleeding wound.

Just then, a cold arrow shot towards Li Ji's heart.

Li Ji dodged by a hair's breadth by sidestepping and tilting his head.

Although the arrow avoided a vital spot, it pierced his left arm and shoulder at an angle.

Li Ji's heart sank; this injury would be detrimental to his upcoming breakout.

He looked up and saw a tall, strong general wearing reddish-brown lamellar armor and a short brown cloak, quickly drawing his bow.

This man was none other than Colonel Gongsun Ji. He had been secretly observing Li Ji for a long time, intending to kill him with an arrow, but he did not expect the other party to react so quickly.

However, his opponent was also injured, and it was time to counterattack. So he drew his sword and shouted:

"Form ranks and slay this fiend!"

Li Ji's gaze was icy, and he instantly locked onto the captain.

Then Li Ji swayed and rushed straight towards Gongsun Ji.

Dozens of soldiers surrounded them, their spears like a forest, their blades whistling through the air, locking down all sides.

Instead of retreating, Li Ji advanced, his body spinning close to the ground, and where his black robe swept, sword light flashed silently.

The two soldiers in the front row didn't even have time to finish their shouts before their throats were cut open.

At this moment, spears from both sides swept towards Li Ji simultaneously. If he were to draw his sword against the soldiers in front of him, he would likely be seriously injured immediately.

Li Ji had no choice but to sheathe his longsword, lightly touch the spear shaft with his toes and leap into the air, then use his toes to kick and shatter a man's throat.

The moment he landed, the soldiers behind him thrust their spears straight at him.

He spun around to avoid a fatal blow, but the spear pierced his abdomen, causing excruciating pain to erupt instantly.

Li Ji swung his sword backhand and severed the spear shaft, but the spear tip remained embedded in his flesh.

During this brief respite, the soldiers around Li Ji distanced themselves from him, while the archers behind him aimed their weapons at him.

Arrows were fired in unison, raining down like arrows.

Li Ji swung his longsword, deflecting several arrows with a clang, but one arrow still grazed his ribs, drawing blood.

By this point in the battle, Li Ji no longer cared about his injuries. Although he suffered further wounds, his heart grew colder.

He spotted a gap in the arrow barrage, drew his sword, and charged into the crowd. His sword flashed like snow, and his thrusts, slashes, cuts, and strikes were all deadly moves, leaving no room for retreat.

Soldiers fell in droves, and the stench of blood grew stronger.

Li Ji's chest and abdomen had been struck and stabbed countless times; old and new wounds were mixed together, staining most of his robes red.

A large area had been cleared around him, and the remaining officers and soldiers kept a distance of one or two zhang from him, their eyes filled with fear and awe as they looked at him.

However, Li Ji knew that if he continued to drag this out, he would surely die.

With his current physical strength, Li Ji calmly calculated that he still had one last chance to break through.

This is the last chance to break out; if we can't get out, we'll die.

Li Ji held his sword horizontally across his chest, his fingers tracing the blade, and a visible surge of blood energy erupted from his body.

The sword was once again aimed directly at the brown-armored captain!

The officers and soldiers around the captain surged forward again, but this time the resistance was much weaker than before.

Li Ji approached the captain, his longsword, gleaming with blood, snapping a spear that had been thrust at him, before slashing at the captain with his own sword.

Just when he was about to succeed, Li Ji suddenly felt a burning sensation from the horn-shaped jade pendant on his chest.

Captain Gongsun Ji looked at Li Ji in front of him, a hint of joy flashing in his eyes, and was about to pull the trigger of the hidden arrow in his pocket.

However, Li Ji unexpectedly veered off course and his figure slid to his side.

A sword strike imbued with all its might, its blade glowing with dark red internal energy, precisely pierced through the gap between the captain's neck armor.

A terrifying burst of internal energy erupted instantly. The captain's eyes widened in disbelief as he crashed to the ground, leaving only a large, bloody hole in his neck from which black blood gushed out.

Upon witnessing this scene, the surrounding officers and soldiers were all dumbfounded and lost their composure.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Li Ji suddenly unleashed his last bit of strength, slashing out a sharp sword aura.

Under the sword's aura, several people were cut in half at the waist, leaving a huge gap.

Li Ji stepped over the corpses and pools of blood in the gap and quickly flew away.

After finally breaking through the encirclement, and as the shouts of battle faded into the distance, Li Ji staggered in the shadows.

He had dozens of wounds all over his body, arrow wounds on his shoulder, spear wounds on his waist, and knife wounds all over his limbs.

His internal organs were violently shaken, and the slightest movement filled his mouth with a metallic taste. Only a last shred of consciousness kept him from collapsing.

Am I really going to fall here?

Li Ji's last shred of consciousness began to fade. He understood that once he collapsed, he might never get up again.

After ten years in the Luo Wang organization, he ultimately failed on the path to becoming a top-tier member, and taking control of the organization remained an unattainable dream.

At this critical moment of impending death, Li Ji felt no fear, only a faint sense of regret.

Li Ji couldn't quite explain what this regret was.

Perhaps it was related to someone, or perhaps it was related to something he hadn't finished, but all of that was far removed from him now; he no longer had the strength to think about it.

Li Ji fell down, his longsword lying to the side.

Something hard and sticky in his arms was digging into him and it hurt a little.

Li Ji suddenly remembered that Lian Po had given him a ginseng root before he died.

He just hadn't taken it seriously before, and he didn't actually plan to use it.

Because it belonged to the enemy, even in his final moments, he and Lian Po got along very well.

But now that he's about to die, what's there to be afraid of?

Li Ji gently turned the ginseng root inside out and put it in his mouth, only to find that he couldn't bite it at all.

"It's really hard."

These were the last three words Li Ji thought of before regaining consciousness.