Midnight Raid on the Camp

Inside the tent, Zhang Guifang and Feng Lin slowly woke. Their wounds still throbbed with pain.

The humiliation of their crushing defeat that day surged back: their secret arts had failed, and a mere boy had overpowered them both. Anger churned in their chests, their hatred impossible to quell.

After a hushed discussion, they decided to vent their fury on Zhou Ji and Huang Ming, killing them there and then to ease the bitterness in their hearts.

Huang Feihu was another matter. Given his special status and his family's generations of noble rank, they had to escort him unharmed back to Morning Song for Di Xin to judge personally. They could not deal with him on their own.

But just as a soldier set off to fetch the prisoners, battle cries erupted outside the camp. Weapons clashed and warhorses neighed in waves, shaking the tent's beams and pillars.

Feng Lin's face changed sharply. "Commander, this is bad! Western Qi is raiding the camp under cover of night! They've attacked again!"

Zhang Guifang's expression darkened. He grasped the danger at once. "Come. Follow me out and face them!"

He snatched up his spear and strode out of the tent, with Feng Lin rushing alongside him.

The moment they passed through the camp gate, they saw Nezha standing before their lines on his Wind Fire Wheels. Both men turned deathly pale.

The shadow of their earlier clash still hung over them, but their camp was under attack and their troops were in disarray. There was no room left to retreat.

They had no choice but to fight together.

They immediately ordered every nearby defender to surround Nezha, intending to bring the boy down through sheer numbers.

Neither realized they had already fallen for Jiang Ziya's scheme to lure the tiger away from