Chapter 1477 - 1147: The God of Slaughter Descends! (Part 2)

As his feet left the stirrups, the man froze in mid-air!

At that moment, Yu Wenye instantly leaned to the right, extending his long arm, and the Mo Blade in his hand shot forward like a venomous dragon emerging from its lair, plunging fiercely into the opponent’s chest!

After the blade sank into the man’s body, it continued to penetrate deeper as the relentless charge of his warhorse propelled it forward, blood spattering in hissing streams from the wound until it finally engulfed him, impaled upon the Mo Blade. With a resounding snarl from Yu Wenye’s throat, he lifted the man from the saddle, raising him high!

"Ah—!"

The growl transformed into a thundering roar, with Yu Wenye raising a person in each hand, brushing past two warhorses and charging towards the approaching military formation!

It was like a death-dealing god descending upon the earth!

Those behind him, including Xue Lin, were struck dumb, while the soldiers ahead could clearly see the battlefield scene. Especially those in the front row, who were terrified out of their wits, with the legs of the leading man giving way, causing him to be trampled beneath the feet of those charging heedlessly forward, emitting a series of screams. Those at the back, who witnessed this harrowing sight, screamed in terror, wanting to retreat, but it was too late.

One dead, one alive, one still struggling, the other a rigid piece of flesh swaying from the Mo Blade, used by Yu Wenye with the momentum of the Fiery Warhorse’s charge, heaved forward.

Two persons were hurled into the crowd like ragged sacks!

The previously organized formation was immediately opened up in two empty spaces.

This is the moment!

Yu Wenye turned back, his fierce eyes subtly reddened from the recent effort, shouting to Xue Lin and the others following closely behind, "Charge with me!"

For the enemy, the recent scene was terrifying, but for them, it was inspiring. In that instant, the Xuanjia Army, drenched in blood from the charge, felt their own blood ignite with ferocity, a surge of valor bubbling up from their hearts, expanding uncomfortably. They roared in anger like tigers, following Yu Wenye’s lead.

As soon as the formation opened, it provided an opening for the enemy’s charge.

Once panic set in, it gave the enemy the chance for defeat.

Yu Wenye’s recent prowess, defeating two generals with a single strike, clearly opened this gap and placed the possibility directly before everyone. This unit of the Xuanjia Army charged into the enemy formation with overwhelming force, directly piercing through the entire formation. Yu Wenye led the charge, wielding his blood-stained Mo Blade like a dragon possessed, piercing and slashing among soldiers attempting to resist or evade, blood pouring out as if he were wading through a river of blood, each step and swing of the blade stirring crimson waves that splashed over him.

In no time, his entire body was dyed red, becoming one with the Fiery Warhorse.

At the same time, he heard the sound of rolling waves ahead.

Yu Wenye looked up to find that, somehow, he had pierced through the formation; a few scattered soldiers, upon sighting him, retreated frantically, emptying the path ahead, leaving only a turbulent river stretching before him.

Had he fought to the banks of the Yellow River?

Seeing this, Yu Wenye’s brows furrowed. A formation of tens of thousands is enough to disorient invading soldiers, exhausting them unto death in battle; and yet, despite penetrating the formation, clearly, he had not found the right direction. The Central Army Tent wasn’t here by the Yellow River—Xiao Yuansui wouldn’t set it up here.

He immediately turned back, seeing dust billowing before him, Xue Lin and a few Xuanjia soldiers finally finishing off the remaining soldiers around them, riding swiftly towards him. They all seemed to bear wounds, especially Xue Lin’s warhorse, struck by an arrow, bleeding profusely.

Xue Lin said, "Your Highness, we—"

Yu Wenye said, "Wrong direction!"

Everyone was startled, turning back to notice they’d pressed this far in, yet had not found Xiao Yuansui’s Central Army Tent. Meanwhile, Yu Wenye urged his horse onto a large rock, where he could see an expanse of dense black rode ahead, heads crowded together about a mile away. Another Xuanjia Army was fighting hard, and amidst the blood mist, he could barely recognize Gao Feng leading them.

As for Jiang Kesong, no one knew where he’d charged off to.

In the brief time he scanned left and right, the other Xuanjia soldiers followed suit, having also pierced through the formation. Although the rear army was scattered haphazardly, they quickly regrouped, realizing they had reached the banks of the Yellow River with no retreat, a mass of soldiers beginning to encircle them, seeming intent on closing in.

To be besieged in such circumstances meant truly no way out!

Yu Wenye gripped the Mo Blade tightly, "Advance further!"

Saying this, he nudged his horse’s sides, and the Fiery Warhorse beneath him let out a long neigh, leaping down from the rock, plunging directly into the nearly enclosing formation, overturning men and horses all around. Without a chance to close ranks, a cavalryman was immediately hacked down by Yu Wenye, Mo Blade in hand.

Xue Lin and the others dared not hesitate, urgently galloping up behind him.

Swords like a forest, blood pouring like rain.

They pressed on through danger, practically piercing the entire formation once more. This time, they felt like they had traversed another bloody river, even the warhorses drank heavily of the blood, their cries filled with the scent of iron.

Yet—

Yu Wenye pulled the reins again, turning his horse’s head, crimson eyes scanning the human sea.

Xiao Yuansui’s Central Army Tent was still nowhere to be found!

Where exactly was he?

Where exactly was Shang Ruyi?!