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Qin Feng led dozens of his personal guards, darting through the dense jungle like arrows released from a bow, the sound of hooves crunching on fallen leaves echoing around them.
He squinted, catching sight of flags fluttering in the valley ahead, accompanied by the thunderous sounds of battle. Clearly, Lin Qingxue's ambush had begun. He raised an eyebrow and a cold smile crept across his lips. "Tuoba Ye, you have finally fallen into my trap." He turned to his guards and ordered in a deep voice, "Pass the command down—launch a flanking assault! We must completely annihilate the Northern Di Army!"
The guards responded in unison, "Yes!" Dozens of cavalry surged like a black tide, maneuvering along the edge of the valley straight toward the flank of the Northern Di Army.
In the valley, the Northern Di Army was caught off guard by Lin Qingxue's hidden troops, their formation in disarray.
A rain of arrows poured down like locusts, causing Northern Di Soldiers to fall in droves. Lin Qingxue led the charge, her spear dancing in her hands like a silver dragon weaving through the crowd, each swing claiming multiple lives.
Her silver armor was splattered with blood, enhancing her fierce demeanor. A Northern Di commander swung a mace and lunged at Lin Qingxue.
With a cold snort, Lin Qingxue flicked her spear, deflecting the mace before swiftly turning the spear tip to stab at his throat. The commander let out a scream as he collapsed to the ground, lifeless.
At that moment, Qin Feng's Royal Guard suddenly burst forth from the flank like a dagger piercing through the Northern Di ranks, further intensifying their chaos.
The Northern Di Soldiers were already besieged from all sides; now they were completely surrounded and their morale shattered.
Amidst the turmoil, Tuoba Ye fought fiercely to stabilize his troops. Suddenly, he caught sight of a black banner in the distance, emblazoned with a golden character for "Qin."
Recognizing it as Qin Feng's flag, rage surged within him, turning his eyes crimson. He roared, "Qin Feng! Come meet your death!" He spurred his horse and charged toward Qin Feng.
Qin Feng also spotted Tuoba Ye. With a sneer, he urged his steed forward to meet him. In an instant, they clashed—sword met blade with sparks flying in every direction.
Tuoba Ye's swordsmanship was ferocious and fierce, like a storm raging through the night, each strike carrying immense power.
Qin Feng, however, remained calm in response. The long sword in his hand danced gracefully, like a swimming dragon, countering Tuoba Ye's attacks with precision. The two exchanged blows, their blades flashing in the air, while the surrounding soldiers quickly retreated, not daring to approach.
In the Northern Duke's Manor, Wang Zhong stood in a secret chamber, his expression grave. He glanced around at the walls, which were covered in various strange runes. Approaching one wall, he pressed down on a hidden mechanism. The wall slowly opened, revealing a pitch-black passageway.
Wang Zhong turned and stepped into the secret path. The entrance closed behind him, and the wall returned to its original state as if nothing had happened.
At the border of the Northern Territory, Zhao Wujie and his group rode swiftly toward the Northern Territory fortress.
Suddenly, they encountered a group of fleeing Northern Di remnants. These soldiers were ragged and wounded, their faces filled with terror.
Seeing this, Zhao Wujie's eyes gleamed with determination as he immediately ordered, "Pursue! Leave no one behind!" His soldiers drew their weapons and charged after the Northern Di remnants.
Zhao Wujie watched the fleeing soldiers with a cold smile creeping across his lips. "Qin Feng, do you think you can escape my grasp? Today is your day of reckoning!"
In the valley, Lin Qingxue's army had gained absolute dominance. She wielded her spear and knocked a Northern Di general off his horse. Blood splattered, staining her armor red. She coldly surveyed the remaining Northern Di soldiers and declared, "Drop your weapons and surrender; we will spare your lives!" Some of the Northern Di soldiers, realizing their defeat was imminent, dropped their weapons and knelt in surrender.
The battle between Qin Feng and Tuoba Ye had reached a fever pitch. Tuoba Ye's attacks grew increasingly fierce, and Qin Feng began to feel the strain. He feigned an attack and leaped back to create distance between himself and Tuoba Ye. "Tuoba Ye, your end is near!" Qin Feng said coldly as his long sword emitted a humming sound.
Tuoba Ye also realized that his situation was dire. He feigned an attack and turned his horse northward to flee. Watching Tuoba Ye's retreating figure, Qin Feng let out a cold laugh but did not pursue him. Instead, he turned his gaze back to the battlefield in the valley, confidence radiating from him. "Northern Di will cease to exist after today!" He raised his long sword toward the sky and let out a thunderous roar: "Kill!"
The Royal Guard heard Qin Feng's roar and felt their morale surge as they charged fiercely at the remaining Northern Di soldiers. The cries of battle echoed throughout the valley as the Northern Di Army completely collapsed and scattered in all directions. Qin Feng sheathed his sword, its tip pointing toward the ground as blood dripped slowly from its blade. He surveyed the battlefield with sharp eyes, scanning every corner like a hawk.
Lin Qingxue rode up to Qin Feng, dismounted, and clasped her fists in salute. "Your Highness, the remnants of the Northern Di army have been routed. Should we continue the pursuit?" Blood smeared her face, but her eyes shone with an unusual brightness.
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