Indeed, before nightfall, the Tujue army had charged over.
This time, Wugu Li issued a death order, informing the entire army that their provisions had been burned, and the only way to survive was to break through the Lingwu Army’s camp and then plunder deep into Great Sui!
Thus, the Tujue’s offensive was exceptionally fierce.
At that moment, Bai Dushu was commanding everyone inside the camp to resist the Tujue’s repeated assaults.
Although Hu Jing’an was very worried, she could only watch from the side, sending someone to bring down any wounded soldiers she saw and then tend to their injuries.
Hu Jing’an also knew a bit about medical techniques, and although she wasn’t very strong, she easily managed to treat some external injuries.
At this time, Hu Xingxiang looked over at the endlessly approaching Tujue army to the north and whispered to her older cousin, "Cousin, I want to try my hand."
Hu Jing’an frowned and asked, "Are your powers very strong?"
Hu Jing’an was in the Spiritual Platform Realm, and she had always known that her cousin’s abilities were a notch below her own.
"After this period of accumulation, I’m about to enter the Purple Mansion Realm, so I want to try," Hu Xingxiang replied.
"You’re almost about to enter... What!?"
Hu Jing’an stared at her cousin in astonishment, at a loss for words.
"Wait! How are you almost breaking through to the Purple Mansion Realm?"
Hu Xingxiang shook her head and whispered, "I don’t know. It seems like the realm is upgrading itself. I don’t even need to practice daily; it just rapidly improves."
At this moment, Hu Xingxiang was unaware that the vast Qi Luck within her was the reason her strength was steadily increasing.
And now, the Qi Luck within her surged again, as if a voice was continuously telling her—it was time to make a move.
Hu Jing’an was aware that her cousin had had a surprising encounter when she left Chuan-Yu Road.
"Alright, I’ll accompany you to the camp wall, but you must be careful."
"No! To the arrow tower! I don’t know why, but I feel like I can determine the outcome with a single arrow."
Although Hu Jing’an was skeptical, she still chose to support Hu Xingxiang.
Thus, Hu Xingxiang climbed up to the highest arrow tower within the Lingwu Army’s camp herself and picked up a longbow.
Meanwhile, Hu Jing’an went up front to find Bai Dushu and informed him that Hu Xingxiang was going to shoot arrows.
Bai Dushu grinned, although he knew Hu Xingxiang was a woman Zhang San fancied, this was a battlefield, no place for jokes!
"Every arrow tower is responsible for suppressing the enemy at long range and is also a target for the Tujue people to strike. What if..."
Bai Dushu had not finished speaking when he saw countless huge stones, set aflame, hurled from the Tujue side.
Bai Dushu had never seen the Tujue people make catapults before.
Clearly, the Tujue people had found large stones, then wrapped them in oil-soaked cloth, secured with hemp rope, and had powerful martial artists swing them from a distance and throw them into the camp.
After all, the camp’s walls were not that high.
In an instant, several arrow towers were smashed by the giant stones.
Bai Dushu was completely shocked.
Honestly, if they lost this battle, there was still a chance to flee, but if anything happened to Hu Xingxiang, Zhang San would kill him when he returned!
Turning around, Bai Dushu saw that among the twelve arrow towers on the north side of the camp, eleven had fallen.
Only the central one was untouched by the three giant stones that had passed by the sides; the arrow tower stood firm.
The next moment, Hu Xingxiang on the arrow tower drew her bow and aimed at what seemed to be the command center in the distance, releasing an arrow.
Hu Xingxiang’s archery skills were not great, so the arrow she shot was weak and began to fall in midair.
Eventually, it hadn’t even neared the Tujue commanders and Wugu Li when it began to plummet quickly, directly downward.
Wugu Li was very pleased with the technique his men had just thought of, using powerful martial artists to hurl giant stones.
Twelve arrow towers, and only one left, firing weak and limp arrows.
But just then, Wugu Li suddenly felt a severe pain in his heart.
Wugu Li cried out in pain and fell from his horse.
Fortunately, the guards standing on the ground around him quickly raised their hands, and several men caught Wugu Li.
They let Wugu Li lie on the arms they held up.
At that moment, Hu Xingxiang’s apparently powerless arrow plunged straight down.
It struck directly through Wugu Li’s throat.