As Sishui Pass teetered on the brink of collapse, Wen Zhong's army, fleeing through the mountains and forests, was likewise in dire straits.
Constantly pursued and surrounded by the Western Qi army, Wen Zhong's side had not only suffered heavy casualties but had even lost its sense of direction.
In their panic, Wen Zhong had actually led his army into a dead end. The place was surrounded by mountains on three sides, with only a single entrance and exit.
Unfortunately, shortly after Wen Zhong's army entered, the people of Western Qi followed and blocked the way out.
The immortals of the Chan School even stationed themselves in all four directions, firmly surrounding Wen Zhong's army.
A sorrowful look appeared in Wen Zhong's eyes as he asked the deputy general beside him, "What place is this?"
The deputy general answered, "This place seems to be called Juelong Ridge."
Wen Zhong stiffened when he heard this. Yang Chan and Shi Ji hurriedly urged him, "Grand Tutor, don't panic. The news from here must have already reached Zhaoge."
"Your Majesty has surely sent an army to reinforce us. The fellow disciples of the Sect of Interception should also be arriving soon. We still have a chance."
Wen Zhong gave a bitter smile. "The two Fairy Maidens do not know this, but the Grandmaster of my Sect of Interception once read my fate."
"My entire life is destined to be spent waging war on the battlefield, amid the stench of blood and the winds of conflict."
"I may enjoy all the wealth and honors of the human world, but I cannot encounter the word 'despair.' The moment I encounter it, it means that the great calamity of life and death has arrived. If I pass through it, I shall enjoy immortal blessings forever; if