Battle for Northern Frontier: The game begins with the grassland woman buying him.

A heavy arrow pierced Su Zhan's lower back, the force of which caused him to stumble and nearly fall over.

The excruciating pain hit him like a tsunami, and his vision blurred.

He could feel his life slipping away rapidly, a chill spreading from his limbs to his heart, but he couldn't stop, he had to keep going, because if he stopped, the whole team would be finished.

Su Zhan gritted his teeth, the metallic taste stimulating his fading consciousness. He gasped for breath, and with his right leg, broken by an arrow shaft, and his numb left leg, he unleashed a final, bizarre sprint.

He ignored the fallen comrades around him and the arrows that were being fired again. His eyes were fixed on the leader of the White Deer tribe in the distance, the man who was riding a horse, roaring and wielding a scimitar.

The grassland people of the White Deer tribe tried to stop Su Zhan, but they couldn't make him stay even a moment longer.

This is a path to becoming a god of death, paved with the lives of the members of the Fierce Dragon Gang and Su Zhan, and he charges forward relentlessly.

At this moment, the grassland people of the White Deer tribe were dumbfounded. They did not expect that a Han Chinese could have such strong vitality after being so seriously injured. Even the aura he carried was so terrifying that everyone on the field felt extremely fearful. Before they even fought him, they had already lost all morale.

Su Zhan didn't care what others thought; he had only one belief in his heart: he had to survive.

But before that, you have to risk your life for it all.

He charged forward with all his might, directly into the ranks of the White Deer tribe, and the grassland people were no match for him.

Su Zhan was now driven only by instinct, wielding his scimitar.

When he was still a few steps away from the leader of the White Deer tribe, the muscles in his remaining right arm seemed to have reached their limit, and the blood vessels bulged out menacingly under his skin.

He threw the spiked club from his hand with all his life force and willpower, as if throwing a javelin.

With a whoosh, the spiked club flew through the air, emitting a muffled whistle, its speed so fast that it left only a blur.

It pierced through the gaps in the guards' hasty defenses with unparalleled precision, ignoring the white deer leader's instinctive raised scimitar, and smashed directly into his face.

"No..." The White Deer chieftain's pupils suddenly contracted. He only had time to let out a scream before a loud bang, like a watermelon bursting, was heard as the heavy spiked club slammed solidly onto the White Deer chieftain's head.

The jagged spikes pierced his leather armor and skull, and red and white fragments of bone mixed with viscous blood exploded like fireworks under the enormous impact, splattering all around the guards.

The leader's hideous head vanished almost instantly, like a watermelon that had been smashed.

The headless corpse remained in the position of holding a knife, frozen for a moment on the horse.

It collapsed instantly, causing him to fall from his horse and kick up a cloud of dust.

Time seemed to freeze at that moment.

Those watching this scene, whether warriors of the White Deer tribe or the remaining members of the Fierce Dragon Gang, felt as if their throats had been choked. All the shouts of battle and the sounds of weapons clashing came to an abrupt halt. Only the crackling of burning and the groans of the wounded were particularly jarring in the deathly silence.

All the White Deer warriors looked at the headless, still convulsing corpse, and then at Su Zhan, who was swaying precariously in the middle of the field.

Boundless fear instantly overwhelmed their souls.

"Eternal Heaven, is he a demon?" Someone screamed in despair, and then everyone lost their will to fight.

Their leader was killed so horribly and instantly that their willpower was completely shattered.

Fear spread like a plague. The once-fierce White Deer Army camp crumbled instantly. The surviving cavalrymen turned back in terror, and the infantrymen began to flee.

Su Zhan stood still, his body swaying violently, like a candle flickering in the wind.

His vision was completely obscured by blood, and all he could hear was his own panting and the dripping of blood on the ground.

The arrow wound to his lower back, the arrow wound to his shoulder, the penetrating wound to his leg, the shattered left arm, and the almost completely exhausted right arm—the excruciating pain throughout his body felt like a thousand steel nails stimulating his nerves.

That earth-shattering attack had exhausted his last bit of strength.

He won; he smashed the leader and completely thwarted the White Deer tribe's plot to take advantage of the chaos.

A tremendous wave of dizziness swept over him like black water, completely engulfing Su Zhan's remaining consciousness.

The last thing he saw was Bai Zhanqiu leading several grassland people as they ran towards him with all their might, their faces full of worry and fear.

But Su Zhan is now completely unable to respond to them.

He propped himself up and slowly knelt on the ground, remaining motionless like a statue.

"Su Zhan!" Bai Zhanqiu's shout seemed to come from a very distant place.

Su Zhan's vision went black, all his strength was drained away, and his battered body finally could not hold on any longer. He lay down straight, crashing into the blood and mud, splashing up a cloud of black dirt.

The battlefield finally fell silent, with only the corpses scattered on the ground, the lingering stench of blood, and the figures still fleeing in the distance, telling the story of just how brutal the battle had been.

But Su Zhan is now completely unaware of these things; he has fallen into boundless darkness.

After Su Zhan was plunged into darkness, he felt as if the world had abandoned him.

He felt incredibly tired at that moment, yet also as if he had been liberated.

His soul has finally found complete rest.

He has given it his all and gotten the result; he can no longer care about the outcome.

At this moment, he could only let his soul wander in the darkness.

Three months later, Su Zhan opened his eyes and saw the familiar roof beam.

He thought he was dreaming because he had woken up from countless dreams only to find himself endlessly looping through the same dream.

He thought this was just a dream, but suddenly a pretty face appeared before him, her face covered in tears and her eyes red from crying.

Su Zhan forced an extremely awkward smile, "Fish..."

Lin Yu'er burst into tears, holding Su Zhan's face in her hands, and sobbed painfully, "Husband, you're awake?"

Su Zhan chuckled, but his laughter sounded like a leaky bellows.

He struggled to get up, but found that he couldn't muster any strength in his body.

Lin Yuer quickly pressed him down and said, "Don't move. Your body hasn't recovered yet. Bai Zhanqiu went to great lengths to have your body pieced back together. You can't let them tear it apart again."

Su Zhan could only lie back down in agony.

He felt the various pains emanating from his body and couldn't help but let out a long sigh of relief.

He said slowly, "How is it now?"