novelSusiti Chapter 834 Xiong Kuohai Flanking from Behind
Chapter 834 Xiong Kuohai Flanking from Behind
The battle erupted instantly, with the archers of the Phoenix Cry Archery Battalion launching the first attack, raining down arrows upon the Flying Tiger Cavalry.
The Flying Tigers warriors were not to be outdone, raising their shields to form an impregnable barrier.
At the same time, their horse archers began to fight back, arrows crisscrossing, as if a net of death had been woven in the sky.
Li Cunxiao took the lead, his Yuwang Spear sweeping across the battlefield, and no one could stop him wherever he went.
Si Yan was also exceptionally brave. As he wielded the Asura Purgatory Halberd, the wind howled and each strike was accompanied by a thunderous roar. The two fought fiercely and evenly, and everything around them seemed to stand still, leaving only their intense battle.
Seeing this, Yang Yin felt anxious. He knew that although Si Yan was strong, he was surprised to see that the usually arrogant Si Yan would show such an expression.
Clearly, for someone as self-important as Si Yan, this Yellow Turban enemy general was definitely not someone Si Yan could handle alone.
Therefore, if Si Yan were to face a top-tier expert like Li Cunxiao alone, he would inevitably be at a disadvantage in the long run.
After thinking about this for a moment, Yang Yin personally led a team of elite cavalry to circle around to Li Cunxiao's side and rear, intending to find and prepare for a surprise attack.
"Well done! Today I'll show you what true martial prowess is!"
However, Li Cunxiao seemed to have eyes in the back of his head. He suddenly turned around, swung his Yuwang Spear, and a burst of energy swept out like a tornado, forcing Yang Yin and the others back. At the same time, he laughed loudly.
The battle intensified, with soldiers on both sides fighting with bloodshot eyes, staining the earth red with blood and their battle cries deafening.
Yang Yin stood in a corner of the battlefield, his eyes filled with anxiety. The battle before him had long since exceeded the scope of his ability to intervene.
The clash between Li Cunxiao and Si Yan, two top-tier warriors of the Qi Realm, was like two giants colliding between heaven and earth. Every strike of their weapons seemed to shake mountains and rivers, causing the surrounding air to tremble.
As an incredibly young war god, Yang Yin appeared so insignificant and powerless in this level of competition.
In that instant, amidst the fierce battle, Li Cunxiao casually swung the Yuwang Spear, and the surging qi was like a raging tide, almost engulfing him.
If it weren't for Si Yan's quick reflexes, using the Asura Purgatory Halberd to block the fatal blow, Yang Yin would probably have been swept off his horse and become another insignificant victim in this battle.
At that moment, he truly felt the threat of death and realized the insurmountable gap between himself and Li Cunxiao.
At this moment, Yang Yin could only retreat unwillingly, his heart filled with resentment. He watched helplessly as Si Yan gradually fell into a disadvantageous position under Li Cunxiao's fierce attack. Each swing of the halberd seemed to become heavier and heavier, and his armor was soaked with sweat, quietly sticking to Si Yan's strong back.
Although Si Yan's eyes remained fervent and the attacks of the Asura Purgatory Halberd in his hand continued to intensify, Yang Yin knew that if this continued, Si Yan would eventually exhaust his strength and be defeated.
Just as Yang Yin was extremely anxious but helpless, a change quietly occurred on the other side of the battlefield.
From the beginning, Xiong Kuohai obeyed Li Cunxiao's orders and had already led a thousand Flying Tiger Cavalry to the rear of the Daqian reinforcements, as instructed by Li Cunxiao.
Like ghosts, they silently approached the Phoenix Cry Archers, who were hiding in concealed places and recklessly firing arrows at the Flying Tiger Cavalry.
"Haha, I've finally caught those bastards!"
Xiong Kuohai's lips curled into a ferocious smile as he held a bronze staff, the heavy weapon seeming as light as a feather in his hands.
"Follow me and kill!"
With a deafening roar, Xiong Kuohai charged out like a tiger descending a mountain, heading straight for the Phoenix Cry Shooting Camp.
The archers of the Phoenix Cry Archery Battalion in the rear, although skilled in archery, were only equipped with a longbow in their hands and a quiver on their backs, and at most a longsword. In close combat, how could they be a match for Xiong Kuohai and his Flying Tiger Cavalry?
To their astonishment, they realized that they, who had been positioned at the very back to deal damage, had become the target of an enemy ambush.
Panic spread through the ranks in an instant. The dense rain of arrows came to an abrupt halt, replaced by the Flying Tiger Cavalry's tidal wave of charges and Xiong Kuohai's unstoppable slaughter.
Clad in an animal skin coat, the incredibly burly Xiong Kuohai charged across the battlefield like a wild bear. Each swing of his bronze staff was accompanied by a whistling sound, sending enemies flying in his path.
Wherever he went, he left behind a trail of destruction. The sharpshooters of the Phoenix Cry Archery Camp were like fragile porcelain before him, shattering at the slightest touch.
Meanwhile, Yang Yin's gaze casually swept behind him, and when he saw Xiong Kuohai slaughtering the Phoenix Cry Archers, whom he regarded as treasures, an indescribable anger surged in his heart.
"You Yellow Turban rebel general, how dare you!"
Yang Yin disregarded everything and spurred his warhorse straight towards Xiong Kuohai, gripping the Soul-Destroying Blood Spear tightly in his hand, its tip gleaming with a cold light.
However, the situation on the battlefield was far more complex than Yang Yin had imagined.
As soon as he set off, several Flying Tiger cavalrymen came to meet him, attempting to block his path.
These cavalrymen were all exceptionally skilled, clearly elite troops carefully selected by Li Cunxiao.
Although Yang Yin was a powerful warrior of the war god level, he still had to spare some of his attention when fighting against these cavalrymen.
He wielded the Soul-Destroying Blood Spear with all his might, each swing accompanied by a whooshing sound, knocking the oncoming Flying Tiger riders off their horses.
But it was precisely because of this situation that his speed was greatly reduced. Watching Xiong Kuohai rampage behind him, Yang Yin felt as if he were being cut by a knife.
Just then, a deafening roar suddenly rang out; it was Si Yan's voice.
He seemed to sense Yang Yin's predicament and suddenly unleashed an unprecedented power.
The Asura Purgatory Halberd danced even more impenetrably in his hands, each strike accompanied by a thunderous roar, forcing Li Cunxiao back several steps.
Si Yan took a few breaths, his bloodshot eyes suddenly looking behind him. He saw Xiong Kuohai slaughtering the Phoenix Cry Shooting Camp. He immediately felt anxious, knowing that someone had to stop Xiong Kuohai, or the consequences would be unimaginable.
"Yang Yin, you go! I'll hold this Yellow Turban bandit back!"
Si Yan shouted, his trembling hands gripping the Asura Purgatory Halberd tightly.
Upon hearing this, Yang Yin no longer hesitated. He spurred his horse, and the warhorse neighed loudly, charging backward like an arrow released from a bow. It swept past like a whirlwind, and many Flying Tiger Cavalrymen fell from their horses wherever it passed.