Pan Yun first saw the baleful blood aura ahead, thick as fog, before she saw the battlefield below.
Jing Yuan's group of over a thousand men was surrounded on a low slope, Oirat cavalry on all sides. There was no way to break out.
Pan Yun and the others did not know Jing Yuan, but they recognized the Ming Dynasty uniforms. She glanced at Miao Zhen and the other three, then said gravely, "We'll start here. Get them out."
The four agreed.
The Meteoric Iron Cold Sword appeared in Pan Yun's hand, while the other four also gripped their weapons.
Xue Shao swiftly surveyed the area, then pointed northeast. "The defense line is weakest there. Lead them out through that direction."
The others looked over and agreed.
The Three Treasures Cauldron shot out from the dense Wuyun, closing in on the slope. The five leaped down. The Three Treasures Cauldron shrank in midair and hung from Pan Yun's waist. With a cat in one hand and a sword in the other, Pan Yun charged down.
Since they were breaking out toward the northeast, they charged straight at the Northern Hu in that direction.
With one sweep of her sword, Pan Yun knocked a rider from his horse. Before she landed, she braced herself against the horse's body and kicked off, flying out again. Her sword sheared off the arm of an enemy raising his saber, then swept onward—his head hit the ground...
In a single breath, she had cut down two men.
Jing Yuan caught sight of it and was astonished.
Where had these people come from? How had they suddenly appeared on the battlefield?
The night was dim, and he had not seen the five descend from the sky. Some soldiers had seen it and thought exhaustion had made