Chapter Seven of the Wind and Moon Continent: A Display of Divine Power

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After hearing Yu Zhu's report, Ye Tianlong realized how lucky he was. A sudden downpour had delayed him, allowing him to escape annihilation. Pari's forces, numbering 2,300, were ambushed on both sides of the Luan Shi Gorge—more than twice their number. Even more terrifying was that Pari's ambush was entirely composed of Gao Yue tribe soldiers, experts in mountain warfare. In such terrain, no warrior was more formidable than the Gao Yue. Zhu Dejun and Tang Juan, listening nearby, also paled slightly. Although they were confident in themselves, they knew that if they unwittingly entered the Gao Yue ambush, few would escape unscathed. Zhu Dejun cursed Qiu Xin inwardly—that old bastard had hidden such crucial information, deliberately sending them to their deaths! Seeing Ye Tianlong looking at him, Zuo Daojin said in a deep voice, "Pari's move is really clever. Instead of using their best cavalry, they sent out warriors from the Gaoyue tribe. Our Fast cavalry is no match for them in this situation, and they also have a numerical advantage. It's better not to fight this battle!" Suo Chong chimed in, "That's right. Our cavalry can't deploy in the mountains at all, while the Gaoyue warriors are like fish in water in this terrain. We have no chance of winning against them!" Liu Qin'er also said, "I really don't know where they infiltrated from. How come the city lord of Gaoyang Prefecture doesn't know anything about it? Where are the local guards?" Tang Juan looked at Ye Tianlong and said, "What do we do now?" Zhu Dejun suggested, "I think we should just throw away our heavy equipment and climb over the mountain!" Ye Tianlong shook his head and laughed, "Wouldn't that be too embarrassing? We'll be laughed at!" Everyone was speechless with anger. This man was actually thinking about something embarrassing at a time like this? Liu Qin'er rolled her eyes at him and said sweetly, "Tianlong, what do you suggest we do? It's obvious we've been cut off from our retreat, and there are powerful enemies blocking our way. Are we supposed to fly over there?" Ye Tianlong smiled mysteriously and asked in return, "Now that we've discovered them, they'll definitely send out scouts and know our location, right?" Everyone nodded in agreement, and Suo Chong said, "So we can't stay here any longer. If they find us not moving, they might launch an attack." Ye Tianlong nodded and continued, "The people behind us want to wait for us to be defeated by Pari and then take advantage of the situation, right? Pari's people want to wait for us to enter the ambush and then annihilate us all, right? Pari's people are relatively far from us, right? Qiu Wei's forces are about the same strength as ours, right?" Every time he said "right?", everyone nodded. At this moment, Suo Chong seemed to understand something and quickly said, "My lord, we cannot be certain of Qiu Wei's intentions yet. We cannot attack our own allies before they show hostility." "Are we supposed to wait until they come to kill us?" Ye Tianlong said, "before we can fight back?" Liu Qin'er also hesitated and said, "Tianlong, if we attack first, it means we are in the wrong. If they sue us, according to military law, then you..." Ye Tianlong said without hesitation, "Getting out of this predicament is the priority now. We can worry about everything else!" Seeing that everyone was still a little worried, he smiled and said, "Don't worry, they will never do such a meaningless thing. As long as we insist that we attacked thieves, there will be conflicting accounts, and we'll have a lot of legal trouble. I, as the commander, am not afraid. What do you have to worry about?" Zuo Daojin also said loudly, "Hesitation only leads to more harm. This is the best solution at present. Does anyone have any other options?" Liu Qin'er's lips moved a few times, but she said nothing more. The plan was decided immediately, and everyone went outside the tent together. Zuo Dao had recently selected a hundred strong soldiers who were already lined up outside the camp, waiting for their turn. Tang Juan and Zhu Dejun exchanged a surprised look, and Tang Juan couldn't help but ask, "Lord Ye, are you perhaps going to use these hundred soldiers to attack Qiu Wei's more than two thousand men?" Ye Tianlong nodded in agreement, and Tang Juan hurriedly said, "How can that be? The difference in troop strength between the two sides is too great; it's like throwing an egg against a rock. Your Excellency is taking too much of a risk." Ye Tianlong said, "The quality of an army is more important than its quantity. As long as we launch a precise surprise attack at the right time, victory will naturally be assured." He first explained the principles he had heard from Li Die, and everyone immediately realized that this man could actually articulate such the essence of military strategy, thus increasing their confidence in him. Seeing that everyone was listening attentively, Ye Tianlong continued with satisfaction, "We are already outnumbered by Qiu Wei. If we launch a large-scale attack, it might alert the enemies on both sides. So, most of you will pretend to continue advancing, allowing them to wait patiently for us to fall into their trap. Zuo Daojin and I will lead a hundred men to launch a direct assault on Qiu Wei's central army. When their camp is thrown into chaos, you will immediately launch a counterattack and seize the opportunity to crush them in one fell swoop." Upon hearing this, everyone's eyes lit up. Suo Chong was deeply impressed by Ye Tianlong, feeling he was a worthy superior who led from the front. Zuo Daojin also nodded secretly. Although he had the same idea, this man was bolder than he had imagined, daring to personally lead a surprise attack. He had originally thought Ye Tianlong would have him lead the raid while he stayed behind. At this moment, Tang Juan was wondering about his own words. When did he develop this concern for this annoying man? This shouldn't be his intention. But after hearing Ye Tianlong's words, her impression of him changed drastically. This man was indeed courageous and resourceful, and his fame in the Tianfeng Campaign was well-deserved. Just as everyone was lost in thought, Ye Tianlong walked up to the hundred soldiers and delivered his pre-battle speech. "You all know that this mission is extremely difficult. We are going to attack the enemy's main camp, and we may be surrounded. Failure means certain death." The generals around him were shocked. Wouldn't this demoralize the soldiers? How could he tell his men such things? But Ye Tianlong seemed oblivious to their reactions and continued. "But we have no other way out now. If we don't defeat the enemy behind us, everyone will die. So I need everyone to give it their all and fight for their lives!" Although the soldiers didn't speak, a desperate fighting spirit slowly appeared in their eyes. Everyone standing beside Ye Tianlong felt a terrifying fighting spirit ignited from them. Soldiers fighting for survival are extremely frightening. Watching Ye Tianlong lead a hundred soldiers away from the camp quietly, those left behind busied themselves, organizing their troops and checking their vehicles, as if they were about to set off.

※ ※ ※ Yu Zhu and Zuo Daojin walked at the front of the group. They led seven or eight skilled men along the route Zuo Daojin had previously scouted, killing any enemy sentries they encountered along the way, ensuring they had no chance to alert Qiu Wei's camp. Soon, they reached Qiu Wei's camp. Ye Tianlong lay in ambush in the woods to the right of the camp, carefully observing. It was a grassy area at the foot of a small hill. Apart from two patrol teams constantly moving about, everyone else seemed to be hiding in their tents, perhaps resting and waiting for intelligence from the scouts ahead. Yu Zhu quietly approached Ye Tianlong from the front and whispered in his ear, "That large tent with the fang flag in the middle is where Qiu Wei lives." Ye Tianlong focused his gaze and couldn't help but curse inwardly, "That bastard!" The tent with the fang flag was pitched in the hollow closest to the hillside, surrounded by a set of leather tents on each side, forming a plum blossom pattern. Needless to say, these were his guards. Ye Tianlong calculated that getting to Qiu Wei's tent from here would involve passing through three tents, which would definitely alert most of the enemy. Getting entangled with these people would become very troublesome, while charging directly through the camp gate would only require passing through one tent. Zuo Daojin leaned over and offered a plan, "Sir, their horses are all parked by the mountain. We can send men to cut down the wooden fence and throw fire into the herd. It'll be quite a sight when those frightened horses charge out." Ye Tianlong considered it for a moment and nodded, "Yes, that's what we'll do!" He ordered Zuo Daojin to take half of the soldiers and do as he suggested, while he and Yuzhu slowly moved to the woods not far from the camp gate and waited quietly. A moment later, a commotion erupted by the mountainside, followed by flames shooting into the sky, and the shouts of battle and the neighing of warhorses filled the air. Most of the enemy rushed out of their tents, disheveled and astonished, staring at the warhorses charging wildly from the mountainside. The thunderous hooves shook the entire camp.

※ ※ ※ "Enemy attack!" The soldier's cry startled Qiu Wei, who was lost in thought in his tent. He was calculating how a successful operation would earn him more favor with his superiors and lead to a higher position. Hearing the commotion outside, he leaped up and rushed out of the tent. "Damn it! What's there to be afraid of? Calm down!" Qiu Wei saw the firelight on the hillside and immediately drew his longsword, roaring. At that moment, numerous soldiers poured out of the surrounding tents, grabbing their swords and spears and rushing towards the scene of the incident.

※ ※ ※ Zuo Daojin and his men followed behind the panicked, galloping warhorses, cutting down soldiers who tried to intercept them while setting fires everywhere. The leather tents knocked down by the horses were then ignited by torches, spreading rapidly. In no time, a corner of the camp was a sea of fire, and the fire grew larger and larger. The rain had added to the smoky, damp vegetation, which blurred the vision of the charging soldiers, making their attacks even easier. Amidst the towering flames, Zuo Daojin's massive figure appeared like a god, his broad, powerful sword wielded with terrifying force. With each strike, several enemy soldiers screamed and were sent flying, blood splattering everywhere. A flash of black smoke appeared, and several heavily armored lieutenants emerged from the flickering flames. The leader, seeing Zuo Daojin's face, cried out, "It's you!" Zuo Daojin, upon seeing them, laughed loudly, "Indeed, General Ye discovered your scheme long ago! Prepare to die!" With a roar, the blood-dripping Juque sword slashed powerfully towards the leading lieutenant. These lieutenants were none other than centurions under Qiu Wei, and the one speaking to Zuo Daojin was a thousand-man commander. He had seen Zuo Daojin at the banquet and recognized him. Knowing that Ye Tianlong and his men had discovered their intentions, he felt a pang of guilt. Just as he was losing his composure, Zuo Daojin's Juque sword was already above his head. He roared, instinctively raising his longsword to block the lightning-fast attack. But how could he be a match for Zuo Daojin? The moment they made contact, he felt his longsword go light, the blade cleaving in two. A sharp pain shot through his head, and with a scream, he was cleaved in two by Zuo Daojin from head to toe. The centurions around him were startled by the splattering blood. This giant before them possessed such skill, able to cleave their strongest centurion in two with a single sword stroke. Shocked, they rushed forward, trying to compensate for their numerical superiority. Seeing more and more enemies closing in from all sides, Zuo Daojin decided to finish the fight quickly, eliminating these enemies as soon as possible. Coming at his left was a man wielding a large sword. The gleaming blade slashed down at his waist, creating a slight ripple in the air, demonstrating the swordsman's considerable skill. On the right, two men charged forward side by side, one tall and one short. The taller one wielded a longsword, while the shorter one carried a curved saber. The taller one with the longsword aimed straight at Zuo Daojin's face, while the shorter one with the curved saber aimed diagonally, the flourish of his blade seemingly designed to dislocate Zuo Daojin's arm. This demonstrated that these two were well-trained in combined attacks, giving them a significant advantage in teamwork. However, what caught Zuo Daojin's attention most was a powerful man attacking from the front. With sharply defined eyebrows, he wielded a long spear, but the spearhead had two forks, resembling the tongues of two venomous snakes, even hissing slightly as it thrust through the air. Although he appeared to be the furthest away and the last to attack, Zuo Daojin knew he was the main force of the attack, and the others were merely providing cover and distracting him. Of course, if he attacked recklessly, these people's feints would become real attacks, enough to kill him as well. Zuo Daojin, with a sudden roar like a thunderclap, shook the ears and made the attackers tremble. This "Thunderous Fury" had indeed achieved its intended effect. Just as the crowd paused slightly, Zuo Daojin's giant sword flashed out, its target the spear-wielding man in front. The spear-wielder felt a blur before his eyes, and Zuo Daojin had already stepped in front of him. This distance was precisely where the spear could not strike; his spear was blocked at the outer edge, unable to serve either offensive or defensive purposes. Seeing Zuo Daojin approaching the spear-wielder's center, the other three knew something was terribly wrong. They shouted in unison, channeling their inner energy into their weapons, and charged forward, aiming for Zuo Daojin's back. But it was too late; Zuo Daojin's giant sword was already at the spear-wielder's neck. Feeling a chill run through his body, the spear-wielding man cried out, instantly releasing his now-useless weapon. He rapidly retracted his fists, channeling all his inner strength into his hands, and slammed them against Zuo Daojin's head, attempting a desperate fight for survival. Zuo Daojin smiled coldly, as if this move had been planned. His Giant Sword didn't stop; it continued its horizontal slash, decapitating the spear-wielding man and abruptly halting his advance, as if he had never taken that step in the first place. His uncontrolled fists grazed past his nose. Zuo Daojin didn't even blink in the face of the oncoming wind. The headless body spun and tumbled before him. His body had already turned to the side, and without hesitation, his Giant Sword met the gleaming longsword that was slashing towards his shoulder from the left. Seeing the enormous Zuo Daojin possess such agility, the man wielding the longsword panicked and swung it at Zuo Daojin's shoulder. At that moment, the two men behind Zuo Daojin revealed smug smiles, for their swords and sabers were already touching Zuo Daojin's body, seemingly about to kill him on the spot. Suddenly, their vision blurred, and Zuo Daojin's massive body seemed to vanish, replaced by their longsword-wielding companion, who stared in terror at the longsword and scimitar slashing down at him. "No!" Before the longsword-wielding man could finish speaking, the unstoppable sword and scimitar struck him squarely, blood spurting out as he was instantly cleaved into three pieces by the internal force of the blades. But the two men wielding the longsword and scimitar didn't survive long either. The moment their weapons left their companion's body, they felt a chill at their necks, and then all feeling vanished. One wonders if they would argue with their mistakenly killed companion on their way to the underworld. After leaping high into the air and slaying the two enemy generals, Zuo Daojin, before even landing, spun around in mid-air, his giant sword unleashing a wave of energy that annihilated several enemy soldiers surging from the side. Upon landing, he kicked down another charging enemy. The surrounding enemy soldiers, already terrified by Zuo Daojin's swift and decisive victory, immediately scattered and fled at the sight of his imposing swordsmanship. Inspired by his heroic display, the warriors following him fought with exceptional skill, charging forward without a single casualty – a truly remarkable feat.

※ ※ ※ Taking advantage of the situation, Ye Tianlong and Yuzhu suddenly charged into the camp from the gate, like a sharp sword piercing the heart of the enemy camp. Suddenly attacked from another direction, Qiu Wei's soldiers became even more chaotic. Unsure of their targets, they ran about in panic, the entire camp in disarray. Everyone acted on instinct, and orders from officers at all levels could not be accurately relayed, let alone carried out. Ye Tianlong, full of vigor, wielded his Fiery Sword. With complete concentration, the fiery red blade even sparked, and with each swing, the sparks scattered like living things, igniting anything they touched. Ye Tianlong was overjoyed. He hadn't expected to unleash the power of the ancient divine weapon, the Fiery Sword, unintentionally. Now, he didn't even need torches; a simple swing of the Fiery Sword would set all the tents in its path ablaze. The soldiers following behind him were greatly encouraged. Their commander's bravery certainly inspired their fighting spirit, but witnessing such divine skill filled them with awe and reverence. They realized their general was a hero of such incredible power. They fought with even greater vigor, charging left and right with Ye Tianlong, turning Qiu Wei's camp upside down. With his divine sword in hand, Ye Tianlong's attacks were unstoppable. Any weapon he encountered was like a clay sculpture, unable to withstand even a light touch. He moved like a whirlwind, no one could withstand a single blow from him, and he quickly reached the central command tent. Qiu Wei, who was cursing and rallying his troops, saw it clearly in the firelight: Ye Tianlong, laughing loudly, rushed towards him like a whirlwind. Qiu Wei gritted his teeth and shouted, "Ye Tianlong, you've gone too far! How dare you ambush our own troops! This is unforgivable!" Ye Tianlong swiftly struck the two men who rushed at him with a sword, sending them tumbling and screaming. Then, pointing at Qiu Wei, he yelled, "You scoundrel! How dare you cry 'stop thief'? Weren't you here to ambush us?" Qiu Wei's tone froze. One of his guards, with sharp eyes, saw the soldiers behind Ye Tianlong and shouted, "Don't panic, everyone! They're just..." Before he could finish, Yu Zhu leaped forward, her longsword drawing a beautiful arc in the air as she charged through the crowd of enemies, slaying the talkative man in one blow, silencing him completely. Qiu Wei's guards gasped in disbelief. They hadn't expected such a delicate woman to possess such skill, capable of killing someone in a crowd. Enraged, they unleashed their weapons, all aimed at Yu Zhu. Yu Zhu's delicate body spun gracefully, her movements incredibly alluring. She seemed to lose her form, like a ghostly phantom moving through a sea of swords and blades. Everyone thought their weapons had touched her, but they were merely chasing shadows, striking only her illusory form. The longsword in Yu Zhu's hand drew a strange, cold line in the air, like a beautiful pattern painted with crimson blood before their eyes. From an angle unimaginable to her attackers, it delivered a fatal blow with unerring accuracy. Like fireworks scattered by a gust of wind, her figure unfolded, her ethereal form sending guards tumbling and collapsing wherever she went, never to rise again. Qiu Wei stared in disbelief at the beautiful yet cruel scene before him. His trusted guards, whom he had relied on and relied on, had become speechless corpses in the blink of an eye. He had never seen a woman wield a longsword as beautifully as Yu Zhu, nor had he ever seen a woman so capable of slaughtering dozens of burly, skilled men in such a short time. The speed of her actions left no room for contemplation. He suddenly realized that if Yu Fengwu was the reincarnation of a legendary war goddess, then this beautiful and charming woman before him was undoubtedly the reincarnation of a killing goddess. Looking around, he saw that he was now completely alone; his soldiers had scattered like birds and beasts before Yu Zhu's terrifying carnage. Just then, a clueless soldier outside shouted, "Enemy! A huge enemy force is charging towards us!" The already demoralized soldiers turned to look. On the main road ahead, banners fluttered, and the most powerful armored cavalry of the Fast cavalry surged forward like a tidal wave. The deafening sound of hooves clearly indicated a charge of thousands of cavalry. Such a charge, under the protection of the camp, could, of course, provide organized resistance. But now, with the gates wide open and the entire camp in chaos, they were utterly defenseless. Looking at the fires burning throughout the camp, it seemed as if the enemy was invading from all sides. Considering their own predicament, the thought that arose in everyone's mind was, "We've failed!" With this thought in mind, the soldiers didn't even bother to put on their armor properly. With survival as their primary objective, they abandoned anything that might slow them down. The more astute ones, seeing a horse running amok in the camp, grabbed one, mounted it, and galloped away without a second thought. Looking at the chaotic camp before him, Qiu Wei felt a deep sense of despair. He hadn't expected defeat to taste so bitter. He smiled bitterly at Ye Tianlong standing before him, "My lord is indeed formidable! To be defeated by the general, Qiu Wei has no regrets even in death!" Ye Tianlong stared at him and said, "Put down your sword, and I'll spare your life!" "Don't even think about it!" Qiu Wei roared, leaping forward and slashing with his sword like a mad tiger. Although his swordplay was wild and unrestrained, his resolve to die was unwavering; each strike aimed to take Ye Tianlong down with him. Coupled with his powerful and heavy blows, each strike carried a sense of certain death. For a moment, Ye Tianlong was truly caught off guard, staggering back several steps before regaining his composure.

※ ※ ※ Liu Qin'er charged ahead of the cavalry, followed by Suo Chong and hundreds of armored cavalrymen, and then the men of Wu'an. They were also witnessing the powerful charge of Fast's armored cavalry for the first time; indeed, few could withstand such a fierce assault. No wonder Fast had swept across the lands, building a vast empire. The Wu'an men, mounted on horseback, each carried a large banner, their formation spread wide, making them appear even larger. This created significant psychological pressure on Qiu Wei's soldiers—a tactic Suo Chong had devised. Liu Qin'er spurred her horse, sending it soaring into the air over the burning wooden fence. She lowered her body slightly, her longsword deftly deflecting an incoming spear. The spear slid down, a flash of blood, and the headless body was sent flying by the horse. The armored cavalry behind her surged forward with a whoosh, each wielding a thick, longsword. The thickened and widened blades were advantageous for mounted combat; those without considerable arm strength simply couldn't wield such weapons. Qiu Wei's force consisted of only lightly armored cavalry, inferior to the armored cavalry known as the Imperial Guard in terms of combat strength, equipment, and training. Coupled with their utterly demoralized state, the armored cavalry swept through the camp, leaving only a handful of men alive.

※ ※ ※ Ye Tianlong's Fiery Sword was devoid of any fancy moves, thrusting straight towards Qiu Wei's chest. The crimson blade, having absorbed the enemy's blood, shone even brighter, possessing an eerie quality. Under his full-force thrust, the surrounding air seemed unable to withstand the sword's heat, beginning to boil. Qiu Wei's eyes widened, still disregarding his own safety, he also struck out with his sword, intending to die alongside Ye Tianlong. At this moment, his body, affected by the scorching sword energy, was covered in wounds of varying depths, his clothes charred and flesh exposed. Ye Tianlong sneered; he had already anticipated Qiu Wei's move. The Fiery Sword, thrusting straight forward, naturally changed direction mid-journey, its blade, shimmering with a red light, meeting the spine of Qiu Wei's longsword. Qiu Wei, realizing Ye Tianlong's intention, was terrified, but by the time he tried to change his attack, it was too late. The moment the crimson-glowing Blazing Sword touched Qiu Wei's longsword, a scorching heat traveled from the blade to his hand, then surged up his arm, shoulder, and chest. Qiu Wei felt as if a raging fire had suddenly ignited within him; his heart skipped a beat, and his hand could no longer hold the sword. "Clang!" The sword, now out of his grasp, fell to the ground with a slight tremor, breaking in two. Qiu Wei looked down at the fine iron longsword that had accompanied him for half his life. This sword, which bore the weight of his glory and dreams, was now two useless pieces of scrap metal. Suddenly, his master's words when he taught him the sword flashed through his mind: "The sword lives, the sword lives; the sword dies, the sword dies!" He sighed deeply, gazing at the Blazing Sword in Ye Tianlong's hand, its crimson light flickering and shifting. "To die before such a divine weapon is a warrior's honor!" With that, he drew his sword, letting the Blazing Sword drink the last drop of blood from this battle. Seeing Qiu Wei fall before Ye Tianlong, the soldiers surrounding them raised their weapons and cheered. This battle, fought against overwhelming odds, had seen no casualties, only a dozen or so soldiers suffering minor injuries—it was practically a miracle, no wonder they were so excited. But at this moment, a pang of reluctance flashed through Ye Tianlong's heart. To remain so composed in the face of defeat, Qiu Wei was indeed a hero, it was just a pity he had chosen the wrong side. But Ye Tianlong knew this was not the time to dwell on such things. He raised his Fiery Sword, and the crowd fell silent, countless eyes fixed on their commander. "Bury this man, we're leaving immediately!" Ye Tianlong roared. The soldiers responded with a thunderous roar, and Ye Tianlong knew he had truly won their support. These imperial armored cavalry, composed of descendants of meritorious officials and scions of noble families, were the military force responsible for the security of the capital. They were the strongest and most unyielding army in the empire, and gaining their support would greatly benefit his future foothold in the capital.

※ ※ ※ Leaving the still-burning camp, Ye Tianlong urged his troops forward for twenty miles in one go. Feeling unwilling to give up, he led Yu Zhu, Liu Qin'er, Zuo Daojin, and dozens of warriors back to ambush. As expected, their battle attracted the attention of the Pari people. The towering flames and thick smoke served as excellent navigational aids. Knowing their ambush had been exposed, they emerged from their hiding place and rushed towards the camp, attempting to catch Ye Tianlong off guard and attack from behind. They also hoped that Qiu Wei's forces could hold Ye Tianlong off for a while, allowing them to launch a pincer attack. When they arrived at the still-burning camp, they learned that Ye Tianlong and his men had already defeated Qiu Wei. Disappointed and angry, they urged their troops to pursue Ye Tianlong and his men in the direction they had retreated. Ye Tianlong saw it clearly: the Gaoyue warriors, clad in rattan armor, bamboo hats, and knee-high soft boots, moved uphill as if on flat ground, truly skilled warriors of the mountains. Two men in the middle of the column caught his attention. The one on the left was Ye Tianlong's old friend, Li Qi, who had left the day before Ye Tianlong departed Yuzhou, having indeed joined forces with Pari's men. However, he was now wearing soft armor, a far cry from his usual gentle and refined demeanor, appearing entirely like a seasoned warrior. Beside him, conversing with him, was naturally the leader of Pari's forces. This man also wore light blue soft armor, the cowhide armor inlaid with bronze mirrors protecting his vital parts. This armor provided excellent protection without hindering his movement, making it a superior form of protective gear. Ye Tianlong glanced at Zuo Daojin beside him. Zuo Daojin nodded knowingly and took out a long arrow without a fin, nocking it on his iron bow, which was three inches shorter than a regular bow. This specially made short bow was also one of Zuo Daojin's specialties, with a long range and great power; very few people could use this kind of bow and arrow. The triangular arrowhead gleamed with a ghostly blue light, slowly moving through the air. Everyone's eyes were fixed on the approaching Pali people. The moving arrow stopped, and everyone held their breath. "Whoosh!" The bowstring emitted a slight tinkling sound, as if the air currents could be felt. Although the unfortunate man noticed the arrow, its speed was so fast that he only had time to utter half a shout: "Enemy..." The long arrow pierced through the neck, bringing with it a spray of blood. The Pali soldiers seemed to be watching a frozen, slow-motion scene. Their commander, sitting on his horse, swayed, and blood sprayed like mist from his neck before he fell off his mount with a "thud!" Li Qi was the quickest to react. He immediately spurred his mount, brandishing his sword and shouting, "Watch out for the enemy!" But it was too late. Zuo Dao's arrow seemed to be the order to attack. Fast's warriors cut through the barriers holding up the boulder logs, and the rolling boulders and logs completely blocked the narrow mountain path. Caught off guard, the Gaoyue warriors tumbled and fell to the ground. The subsequent rockets ignited the pre-buried gunpowder, and the flying debris carried acrid powder. With tears streaming down their faces and their eyes swollen and red, the Gaoyue warriors suffered heavy casualties and retreated from the battlefield in disarray. Without their commander, they ignored Li Qi's shouts and used their talent for climbing and traversing mountains to escape in all directions.

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