Su Qi led his men down the mountain like a tiger charging into a pack of wolves, followed by Su Xinyi, Qin Guansheng, and the Yunxiang Guard cavalry. Yang Jin's main force pressed forward, and the tide of the battle changed in an instant.
The Tatar's front line had completely collapsed. Swords clashed and spears struck, and in the morning light, the battlefield had become a living hell.
Su Xinyi took the lead, her long spear already broken, now wielding a long knife she had snatched from an enemy. With each swing, the power generated was like a gust of wind.
At that moment, her knife was met by a curved sabre, and the clashing of blades sent sparks flying. The force of the blow left a dent in her own blade, a testament to their strength.
Su Xinyi looked up at her opponent's gray-blue eyes, filled with intense murderous intent. They exchanged over a dozen blows in the blink of an eye.
