The group traveled without stopping, heading west until they reached the foot of Sishui Pass.
Before the pass, the defending troops stood in strict formation, led by none other than the garrison commander Han Rong and the vanguard Yu Hua.
Yu Hua urged his horse out from the ranks, and without a word, he offered up his life-bound Magic Treasure—the Soul-Slaughtering Banner!
Black Qi surged, the banner's shadow swayed, and in an instant, eerie winds rose in waves, seizing souls and snatching spirits.
Zhou Ji, Huang Ming, Long Huan, Wu Qian, and the other generals were caught off guard. All of them were entangled by the Black Qi, their bodies stiffening, and they immediately tumbled from their horses, captured alive.
Even Huang Feihu was struck by the Black Qi and seemed to have been captured along with them.
In truth, he was a clay-body incarnation, his physique spiritually attuned; an ordinary Magic Treasure could hardly harm him in the slightest, and he could have escaped with ease.
But in order to conceal his true strength and scheme for his later plans, he simply went along with it, restraining his divine powers and pretending to be captured as he was escorted to the front with the others.
Seeing the entire group captured, Han Rong was full of high spirits.
Only Huang Gun looked at the bound captives, especially his beloved son Huang Feihu, and his heart churned with a hundred tangled feelings, helpless in ten thousand ways.
All his life, he had upheld loyalty and righteousness, yet he had never imagined that he would have to "surrender to the enemy" in such a manner.
To save Huang Feihu and all his subordinates, this old general who had spent half his life on horseback finally lowered himself. He bent one knee to