As the sounds of the Jin Army’s war drums echoed in the surroundings, the soldiers turned around and ran back to the main force.
Sitting on top of his war horse, Sun Heng glared at Feng Xiyan, who stood on top of the city wall.
Gritting his teeth, he said with hatred clear in his eyes, "Feng Xiyan, this general will settle this score with you next time!"
Turning around, he commanded, "Retreat!"
Seeing the Jin Army below begin to withdraw, Feng Xiyan smiled slightly and muttered, "Sun Heng, there will be no next time. Since you dared to come tonight, don’t ever think of returning alive."
Not knowing that his army had been surrounded from the left and right, Sun Heng and the frontline soldiers rushed back at full speed to join with the main force.
Before long, they saw the main force in the distance.
Seeing the dust rising in the distance and the faint sounds of fighting, Sun Heng’s heart sank as a bad premonition grew.
Two minutes later, Sun Heng and the remaining frontline soldiers finally saw the real situation of the main force.
Looking at the corpses scattered around and the blood-soaked ground, Sun Heng’s eyes narrowed.
Gritting his teeth in hatred, he roared, "Feng Xiyan! You bastard! How dare you trick this general?!"
In the distance, Fan Wanming saw Sun Heng approaching.
After killing two more Jin Army soldiers, he pulled a small bamboo tube from the leather bag tied to his waist. Aiming the bamboo tube at the sky, Fan Wanming pulled the cord.
The next second, the flare shot into the night sky, and red fireworks exploded.
As the brilliance of the signal flare illuminated the bloody scene below, Ding Zhenshun saw the signal in the distance. A second later, pulled out an identical bamboo tube from his leather bag.
Pulling the cord, Ding Zhenshun shot another signal flare into the night sky.
In the distance, Xue Ruhong saw the red and green signal flares. Increasing his speed, he commanded, "Speed up!"
While Xue Ruhong and his team were rushing toward the rear end of the Jin Army’s formation, Fan Wanming and Ding Zhenshun were already engaged in battle with Sun Heng and his three remaining vice generals.
Blocking Sun Heng’s attack, Fan Wanming glanced to the side and saw that Ding Zhenshun was busy dealing with the three vice generals.
Frowning slightly, Fan Wanming thought, ’Fighting against three is too much for General Ding. I need to end this fight as soon as possible and go to support him.’
Just as he was making his plan, Sun Heng noticed that Fan Wanming’s focus had shifted slightly.
Increasing his strength, Sun Heng sneered and said, "Heh! Looks like you still have time to worry about other people. Since that is the case, then this general needs to work harder so you will focus on our fight!"
As soon as his words fell, Sun Heng circulated his internal energy, and his strength rose exponentially.
Channeling his internal energy into his sword, Sun Heng forced Fan Wanming into a defensive stance.
As the two swords clashed, Fan Wanming noticed tiny cracks appearing on Sun Heng’s sword.
Seeing this, Fan Wanming’s eyes flickered thoughtfully. ’Having a better sword and armor indeed creates a huge difference on the battlefield. Since this is my advantage, I need to make use of it.’
Having made his decision, Fan Wanming concentrated his attack on the crack in Sun Heng’s sword.
"Ugh!" Pushed back by Fan Wanming’s continuous attacks, Sun Heng noticed that Fan Wanming’s attacks were getting faster by the second.
Narrowing his eyes, Sun Heng sneered inwardly, ’Heh! Does he think speed can win against power? Naive!’
Gritting his jaw, Sun Heng tightened his fingers around his sword’s hilt. Increasing his power, he met Fan Wanming’s attacks head-on.
With every collision of their swords, the tiny cracks on Sun Heng’s silver sword grew longer and wider.
Seeing this, Fan Wanming’s calm eyes flickered for a second. ’It’s almost time.’
Landing lightly on the ground, Fan Wanming channeled his internal energy into his soles and his sword. A second later, he kicked the ground and flew toward Sun Heng at an incredibly fast speed.
Seeing him approaching with great momentum, Sun Heng narrowed his eyes and channeled his internal energy into his feet and sword.
In a split second, he raised his sword and blocked Fan Wanming’s incoming attack.
Looking at the huge crack on his sword, Sun Heng’s eyes widened in shock.
At the same time, the corner of Fan Wanming’s lips curved up slightly. Before Sun Heng could react, he kicked Sun Heng in the chest and flipped backward.
As soon as his soles touched the ground, Fan Wanming rushed forward. Channeling more internal energy into his sword, he jumped up and slashed down toward Sun Heng.
Having no time to dodge, Sun Heng could only use his sword to block Fan Wanming’s incoming attack.
After delivering the blow, Fan Wanming used the explosive energy wave to propel his body backward. Landing lightly on the ground, he looked up toward Sun Heng’s direction.
When the dust settled, Fan Wanming saw Sun Heng kneeling on the ground. "Cough! Cough!"
With his palm covering his painful chest, Sun Heng gritted his teeth and raised his eyes. Seeing Fan Wanming staring at him calmly, Sun Heng fell into silence.
A moment later, he suddenly laughed. "Ha ha ha!"
Watching him laugh like a madman, Fan Wanming flicked the blood off his sword and said, "General Sun, you lose."
Sun Heng chuckled, shook his head, and replied, "Indeed. However, this general didn’t lose to you, but to the so-called Fairy Bai."
As his words fell, Sun Heng suddenly coughed up blood again and lost consciousness.
Seeing him lying motionless on the ground, Fan Wanming moved his eyes away. He then scanned the surroundings to find Ding Zhenshun.