Suddenly, Ye Nishang could no longer sense Zhao Yun's presence. Her heart felt as though it had been sliced by blades, and she cried out, "Brother Zilong!"
Her voice was shrill with grief.
Ye Nishang was just about to charge into the Barbarian Army when the barbarian warriors' eyes turned red, and they attacked her without mercy.
Ye Nishang froze atop her horse, utterly motionless.
At that critical moment, a dazzling flash of cold light shot out from Ye Nishang's shadow.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
After several sharp sounds, several barbarian cavalrymen were struck in the throat by swords. Blood sprayed everywhere as they fell to the ground.
Zhai Qianqian led the Zhai Family's personal guards as they charged left and right through the chaotic Barbarian Army, quickly reaching Ye Nishang's side.
"Break through and save the Imperial Son-in-law!"
The Zhai Family guards fought desperately to break through. Lu Lingshuang and Yang Huaiyu also personally led their troops there. The Barbarian Army fell into chaos and had no choice but to retreat.
Retreating meant ending the battle quickly and preparing anew.
"Kill them! Kill all the barbarian dogs!"
"Protect the Imperial Son-in-law!"
When Zhai Qianqian and the others arrived, they found the ground covered in barbarian soldiers' corpses. Several hundred white horses formed a circle. Of the original eight hundred elites, fewer than two hundred remained, and all of them were injured and covered in blood.
"Where is the Imperial Son-in-law?"
"Where is Zhao Yun?"
Upon seeing reinforcements, several warriors swayed and collapsed. They made no sound, as though they had merely fallen asleep, but when examined, they had already lost their breath. Their hands still tightly gripped their weapons.
Several hundred corpses were piled together like a small mountain.
"Where is the Imperial Son-in-law? Tell me!"
Someone dejectedly pointed at