The Qin general that the two were discussing was none other than Qin Yi. At this moment, Qin Yi had fully mastered the Blood Sacrifice Technique. He sat with his eyes closed, performing the technique. The key to this technique was to expand the tendons and collaterals in the body, increasing the speed of blood qi flow and greatly enhancing one's strength in a short period of time. After completing the blood sacrifice, Qin Yi felt a surge of power throughout his body, as if every inch of his flesh and blood had been infused with the wrath of the gods. His strength had increased several times, and he felt as though he had transcended from a mortal to the realm of gods and demons. However, this power was fleeting, as the Blood Sacrifice method required the burning of blood qi as a price. Once his blood qi was depleted, death awaited him. With time running out, Qin Yi suddenly opened his eyes. They were filled with anger and murderous intent, burning like two blazing flames. He raised his lance high, his aura like a raging tide, and shouted, "Generals! Before us are the Xiong Nu bandits who have insulted our Great Qin land and slaughtered our compatriots! This is an unshakable grudge! Lift your weapons and kill their clans!" His roar was like thunder, igniting the blood of the surrounding Qin soldiers. Morale soared like a blazing fire, and every soldier clenched their weapon and shouted, "Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill their clans!" The earth-shaking roars on the battlefield merged into a tidal wave of fury, pressuring the Xiong Nu army into a state of panic. Qin Yi glanced at Zhang Han beside him and ordered in a deep voice, "Zhang Han, I will lead the charge, and you will follow closely with the rear group. Today, we will decimate the Xiong Nu!" With that, he spurred his horse and charged towards the enemy camp like a fast wind. "Follow me and kill!" Qin Yi's long spear swept, cold light shooting in all directions as he let out a deafening shout. More than a hundred soldiers led by Zhang Han followed closely behind, like a wild wind rolling over the ground and charging straight at the Xiong Nu army. After performing the Blood Sacrifice, Qin Yi's power had surpassed the limits of mortals. His lance was not just a weapon, but also a huge dragon that devoured life. Whether it was one person or several, they were all mangled and bloodied by his lance. At this moment, Qin Yi didn't even bother to stab his enemies, instead transforming his lance into a huge iron whip that struck down the Hun soldiers without giving them a chance to react. He was like a god of war, unstoppable and unrelenting. His target was clear - the leader of the rear of the Hun army, Abutai. He knew that his state was difficult to maintain, and if he were to engage with tens of thousands of enemy troops, he would exhaust his blood. The only way to solve this predicament was to fight quickly and kill the enemy's leader. With his horse thundering and his lance waving like a dragon, Qin Yi's eyes were like swords, filled with endless anger and determination. He had only one thought in his mind - to kill Abutai and avenge the people of Fancheng and the fallen soldiers. Meanwhile, at the rear of the Hun army, Abutai was relaxing. He had thought that the Qin generals were exhausted and Fancheng was within his grasp, but the sound of his subordinates' alarmed cries made him fearful once again. Looking in the direction they were pointing, Abutai saw a scene that he would never forget. The Qin general, who had been on the verge of exhaustion, was now covered in blood and exuding a demonic aura, leading more than a hundred Qin soldiers straight towards him. "This is... a monster!" Fear surged through Abutai's heart. Qin Yi, on the other hand, wore a cold smile as he stared at Abutai. He murmured, "Abutai, you shouldn't have provoked me. Those who provoke me will only meet their end!" With that, he charged towards Abutai on his horse. Wherever he went, Hun generals fell to his lance and were swung to their deaths. Finally, he was only ten steps away from Abutai. In that moment, Abutai's eyes widened with terror and unwillingness. "Die!" Qin Yi roared as he stabbed his lance straight into Abutai's chest. The Hun leader didn't even have a chance to react before he was killed by Qin Yi's blow. The horse continued to run wildly, and Abutai's body was lifted high on the spear. Qin Yi pulls the reins violently, the horse rears its head and neighs, stopping abruptly. He waved his lance, the corpse on the tip of the lance was particularly eye-catching in the sunlight, blood dripping down, coloring the earth red. Qin Yi roared, ''Your leader is dead! If you don't surrender quickly, what are you waiting for?" The internal force vibrates, his voice is like a bell, spreading in all directions. The Hun soldiers looked at this scene and all of them were chilled. "The chief is dead ..." "This Qin general is a demon ... demon ah!" "Quickly escape!" The Xiongnu army collapsed like a tidal wave, tens of thousands of soldiers were terrified, and they dropped their weapons and fled in all directions. The Qin soldiers' morale was high, and they chased after them, even chasing and killing tens of thousands of enemy soldiers with the strength of a hundred people, the scene was shocking. The Qin people on the city tower witnessed this and could not help but cheer: "Victory! Victory!" "General Qin is mighty! Great Qin soldiers are mighty!" The voices gradually converged from a jumble of voices and finally turned into a neat shout: "General Qin is mighty! Great Qin soldiers are mighty!" On this day, Qin Yi's figure is forever engraved in the hearts of the people of Fancheng, becoming the never-ending God of War in their minds!