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Chapter 821 The End
The cold blade sliced ​​precisely into the gaps in the armor, the sound of muscle snapping accompanied by an instant loss of power.

The spear's blade pierced through the iron armor, shattered the bones, and then blood spurted out as the spear recoiled.
His body was sent flying by the massive warhorse, soaring into the air like a kite before crashing heavily to the ground.
At this moment, life is as worthless as a blade of grass.
Every moment, countless people fall on the battlefield.

The survivors, still shouting and waving their weapons, charged forward.

The military formation, with its inner circle and outer square, was slowly expanding, with the surrounding infantry gradually merging inwards. As it grew larger, it also drew in scattered enemies.

They originally had the strength to resist these enemies, but once they were caught in this meat grinder, the huge circular formation turned slightly with inertia and immediately crushed the lone ones into dust.

Kou Wenhai was also drawn into it.

Just moments before, he watched helplessly as his son and nephew were swept into the great formation, first struck by the enemy's archers, and then hooked off their horses by countless spearmen with barbs. Even though they were all experts at the Xuan Yuan level, after falling off their warhorses and losing the support of their comrades, they only caused a few small ripples before falling silent again.

With bloodshot eyes, Kou Wenhai roared into battle. His eighteen-foot spear was now broken in two. He held one half of the broken spear in one hand and brandished his saber in the other. The power of a ninth-rank Xuan Yuan master was fully displayed in this battle formation. Within a radius of more than ten feet, basically no one could get close to him.

But he could only worry about himself, because enemy experts would suddenly appear from time to time, cutting off several of his men who were closely following him and dragging them into the formation.

Even ants trying to gnaw an elephant cannot persevere. As time slowly passed, Kou Wenhai had very few subordinates left.

He tried his best to get closer to Chang Lei.

Kou Wenhai knew very well that if he was the only one left, his fate was basically sealed: he would be worn down and killed by his opponent.

In such a great battle, the greatest role of martial arts masters is only to barely protect themselves; to achieve victory, the efforts of the main force are still required.

Chang Lei felt like he was stuck in a quagmire.

He is still moving forward.

The personal guard battalion that Commander Linghu had spent a lot of time building up was the most powerful in the world, and there were few that could match it. However, the tenacity of the enemy in front of him far exceeded his expectations.

Despite suffering heavy losses, they still charged forward one after another.

The person who was knocked into the air threw the knife in his hand at them in his last moments.

Those who were knocked to the ground, in their final moments, actually tried to grab the horse's hooves, and some actually succeeded. The unfortunate ones who managed to grab the hooves were delayed for just a little while, and were then pierced by countless spears, instantly returning to the underworld.

Another man was struck in the chest by a spear, yet he continued to charge forward, letting the spear pass through his body. His outstretched arms seemed to be trying to hold the person who had injured him. His terrifying appearance caused even the battle-hardened subordinate to instinctively drop his spear.

Chang Lei looked up at the white figure still beating the war drum in the distance.
He attributed the men's superior fighting ability, which surpassed that of ordinary armies, to that woman.

The last time this woman appeared on the Xiangyang battlefield, she caused the renowned Qin general He Qiku, who had been famous for decades, to suffer a complete loss of reputation, thus beginning the chaotic era of the Qin Dynasty.

"Help me break through!" Chang Lei shouted.

Kou Wenhai moved closer.
Linghu Yong approached, and the remaining five hundred guards shouted in unison.

At this moment, they abandoned all efforts in other directions, focusing solely on escorting Chang Lei through the last formation.

The enemy's commander is right in front of us.
The battle will end once the enemy has advanced, their generals have been slain, and their flags captured. The battle has lasted for most of the day, and everyone is exhausted from the inside out. At this moment, the resilience of the strong army is on full display, demonstrating why they are so much stronger than others. It seems that they have been waiting for this moment all day long.

With a burst of force, the great formation suddenly bulged outwards from the inside. Then, Chang Lei broke through the encirclement, Kou Wenhai broke through the encirclement, Linghu Yong broke through the encirclement, and about half of the five hundred guards broke through the encirclement.

The final enemy is right in front of us.

The guards cheered and swarmed around Chang Lei as he rushed forward.

Kang Zhen chuckled, drew his sword, spurred his horse, and charged forward.

Summoning his remaining strength, Kou Wenhai charged towards Kang Zhen.
Ke Wuji picked up his pipe, tapped the ash from the bowl on his shoe, and leaped from the high platform onto a warhorse below. He shouted, "Follow me!" and more than a hundred demonic sect guards followed him and charged forward.

Linghu Yong howled and charged toward Ke Wuji. Even though his martial arts skills were far inferior, he had to step up at this moment.

They placed all their hopes on Chang Lei.

Chang Lei bypassed all the enemies and charged towards the high platform alone.

But he felt no joy whatsoever.

Looking back at the battlefield, in the distance, his tens of thousands of infantrymen were being slaughtered by the enemy's three thousand cavalry, while his cavalry, on which he had placed his hopes, were now tightly entangled on the battlefield and unable to break through the encirclement.

He had no choice but to kill Jiang Qian alone.

However, Jiang Qian is a master of innate cultivation.

If he had been surrounded by over a hundred of the general's personal guards, Chang Lei felt he would have had a chance to fight a master of innate talent. But now, alone, he had no hope.

The final, meticulously planned kill ultimately turned into a self-destructive act, like a moth drawn to a flame.

The drumming stopped.

Chang Lei also stopped. He reined in his horse below the platform and looked up at Jiang Qian on the platform.
Jiang Qian stood with her hands behind her back, looking down at him.

"General Chang, for the sake of your father, Lord Chang, I can let you leave!" Jiang Qian said with a smile.

Chang Lei burst into laughter: "Empress Dowager Jiang, why do you humiliate me like this? A true man dies when he should, how can he desert in the face of battle? Come and fight!"

Jiang Qian nodded, "Alright, that's living up to the name of the Chang family. After you die, I will properly bury you and send your body to Master Chang!"

"Thank you very much!" Chang Lei nodded.

Jiang Qian raised her right hand, and countless blue sparks danced in the air, eventually converging into a blazing spear. Reaching out to grab the fiery spear, Jiang Qian leaped down from the high platform. Chang Lei below roared, spurred his horse, and raised his sword to meet Jiang Qian.

The two passed each other. Jiang Qian didn't turn around and landed directly on a warhorse that had lost its master. She continued to urge the horse forward. Behind her, Chang Lei's tall figure stood still. A moment later, he fell off the horse with a thud.

(End of this chapter)